#dom jungkook
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City Seven
Pairing: Jungkook x Waitress! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Content Warning: reader is kind of unfiltered, judgy! reader, quiet! jungkook, pierced! jungkook, inspired by the seven mv, judging a book by its cover, obessed! jungkook, ft jimin, reader eats her words, jungkook is a little cocky.
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Jungkook is filthy and a little mean, big dick! jungkook, dom! jungkook, strength kink, unprotected sex (don’t even), jungkook has a high sex drive, brat tamer! jungkook?, hair pulling.
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“Y/n!” Laura practically shouts your name as she walked into the bustling kitchen where you collected three main courses, balancing two on your palms and the last one on your forearm.
You’d become pretty competent as a waitress after being one for the last three years, balancing the meals and listening to Laura was an easy feat. “What?” You lean in to hear her clearly as the sound of clanging pots and yelled orders were swirling in the air.
“Let me take this table from you, serve table 4.” Your brows furrowed as you felt Laura help herself to take the plates from you. “W-what are you doing?” You stop her from taking the last plate from you, curious to know what she was up to.
“Just trust me. They ordered two old fashions, now go!” She says as if she was bursting with anticipation. You let her take the last plate from you, a little disappointed because the family you were serving seemed like they were going to leave a good tip but you trusted Laura. Sort of.
Once you got hold of the two alcoholic beverages you leaned into the swinging door with your hip and walked through heading to table 4, and once you spotted Jimin sitting there you knew something was up.
“Two old fashions.” You smile, placing them down gently while making sure nothing spilled. You put Jimin’s down first and for the first time made eye contact with the unfamiliar brunette.
He smiles at you. “Y/n, this is my friend, Jungkook.” You smile back to be polite. “It’s nice to meet you.” Your expression showed kindness but in your heart, you were more than ready to kill Laura.
She was always trying to hook you up with someone while on the job. Either way, he wasn’t really your type, he seems too quiet and soft-spoken. Your type was the kind of guy that was more outgoing and could take control.
Before you could ask the two what they wanted to order you felt a light grip on your bicep tugging you away near the bathrooms. “Laura! What are you doing? I’m trying to do my job.” You weren’t sure if you had said those words out loud based on the way she completely disregarded your words and replaced them with her own.
“He’s cute right?” She inquires and your brows furrow almost immediately at her jumpiness. “Who?” You were playing dumb and it was obvious.
Laura deadpans. “You know who I’m talking about. Jungkook, obviously. He’s cute right?” Her smile creeps its way back onto her face as she speaks but you back away from her leaning against the wall that you had no idea Jungkook was listening through.
“I mean, yeah sure but he looks too..” Jungkook’s brow raises as he waited for you to find the words. “nice.” You finish. “He looks like he’s a nice guy, y’know? The kind that holds the door and cries when he comes.” Both his and Laura’s jaws drop in astonishment. “I can’t believe you just said that.” Laura covers her mouth giggling with a snort but she soon starts to pout.
“You really don’t think he’s cute?” She asks again and you groan. Laura was insufferable, she just did not know when to give up. “I never said that. Maybe in the country, he’s a 10, but here, he’s a city 7 at best.” Jungkook had heard enough and made his way back to his seat.
Never in his entire life had he been ranked anything below a 10, he’s even scored a few 12s but a city 7? How could you? He knew he was a 10. He deserves a 10. Not to mention your little comment about him crying when he comes; he was going to make sure you ate your words.
He made sure to lay it on thick for the rest of the night. Dark stares and suggestive comments, so much so that Jimin had to excuse himself twice just to give you both privacy.
Whether you wanted to admit it or not this city 7 was starting to grow on you. He had a sarcastic sense of humour paired with an enchanting smile. You supposed you could give him a chance.
One chance was all he needed.
3 weeks and two dates later the two of you found yourselves stumbling into your apartment, with Jungkook kissing you desperately as you both kicked your shoes off and he shrugged off his jacket all while you led him to the bedroom but you paused in your steps at the revelation of his sleeve of tattoos.
you had no idea these were hiding beneath his denim jackets and turtlenecks. if you’d known about the tattoos and the bulging muscles that were covered up so well, you never would’ve called him a 7. He’s a total 10, and he was about to prove it to you.
“W-wha-” you loosely pointed your finger to his muscular physique as he worked on undoing his belt. he grins wickedly as he glances up, relishing in the victorious feeling of seeing you go awestruck at the sight of his body.
he steps towards you slowly, the branded waistband of his boxers peeking over his jeans. “what? never seen a few tattoos before?” he smiles in that same pleasing way he always does and it irks you, because you know he knows what he’s doing.
all this time you’ve been underestimating him. “what-- when, how- “ he gently cups your face and whispers against your lips, “You ask too many questions.” that was the last thing you heard before his lips were on yours again.
The kiss was unlike any of the tender and sweet ones from before. this one was hungry, messy and bordering animalistic. The way his tongue worked with yours in an erotic harmony made you forget all about your presumptions of him when you first met him. he may be quiet but he most certainly wasn’t shy, especially not now.
he laid you down on the bed and he kissed all over your body. abusing your sweet spot that was below your ear. the sounds of your heavy breathing that slowly but surely morphed into breathy moans were only inflating his ego. if he could get you this desperate just from his mouth he knew he could absolutely ruin you with his cock.
for you on the other hand the last 45 minutes seem to have been a blur. One minute you and jungkook were out at the bar listening to the jazz band fill the room with an undeniably sensual ambience. you were feeling a bit bold and let your heel run up the inseam of his pants under the table.
and he’d warned you to stop since you were in public but you were in a defiant mood and continued anyways. pressing down his cock with the tip of your stilettos watching his accessorized fist ball up the tablecloth in an attempt to bite back his groan. within seconds you felt his grip around your ankle and push your foot down before abruptly standing up.
not without discreetly adjusting himself in his slacks but of course you noticed it. “Get up. We’re leaving.” he orders but you pouted, “but I wanted to listen to the music.” The look he gave you was like none other he’d seen before. you were used to pushing his buttons, it was just in your nature to piss him off but he usually didn’t care much or if he did he didn’t show it.
“Now.” you roll your eyes and followed him out of the bar.
It's thanks to your previous behaviour that jungkook had decided to edge you twice on his fingers and tongue. you were squirming and insufferable forcing him to pin your thighs down with his arms as he continued to eat you out like a man starved.
“ju-jungkook! please-” you begged, refusing to look at the man between your legs, staring up at the tear-blurred ceiling instead. “Please what? What do you want?” He’s an evil man for asking you such a question and cutting you off with the works of his tongue once again leading you to scream out.
you sounded like sin, wrapped in a body that was clearly shaped by the gods above and gifted to him personally. “let me cum--please!” He pulls away from you right when he felt you were on the edge again, pushing down on your legs as he felt you begin to thrash around.
“stay still princess, or I won’t let you cum.” the name was doing you wonders and you swore you could see stars. “please, I’ve been good.” and jungkook just has to laugh, because what a fucking liar you are. “Really? Do you think teasing me out in public is being good? Why should I let you cum hm? Aren’t I just a City 7? Only 10′s can make you cum right?”
your eyes shot open wide and for the first time you looked down at him in shock, “y-you heard me-” he didn’t give you the chance to respond before he was abusing your clit with his tongue bringing you over the edge so quickly your body could hardly process it. you came with the scream of his name.
“Look who’s crying when they cum.” he mocks you, throwing your own words back in your face.
Without a break, you were being manhandled and flipped over onto your stomach as he dragged you to the edge of the bed. your back arching at the intrusion of the swollen head of his cock pushing between your folds. jungkook had to brace himself as he thrust inside your soaked cunt.
a deep groan falls from his lips at the feeling he’d been searching for for weeks. He’s dreamt about this moment for weeks, way before you even knew who he was. When he’d seen pictures of you and Jimin at Laura’s place he knew he had to have you.
“ooh fuck!” you moan once jungkook bottomed out, you hadn’t realized just how thick he was until you felt his cock split you open all around “yeah, you like that?” You nod repeatedly, unable to speak. Your arms were feeling weak and soon your head was flush against your pillows.
“Answer me, baby.” he grunts, punctuating his demands with a particularly powerful snap of his hips. one that sent the fat of your ass rippling with each thrust. “yes! fuck! I love it, love your cock, please don’t stop.” you whine loudly taking everything he gave you.
That only encouraged him to absolutely drill into your poor pussy, the sounds of your bare flesh slapping against one another ricocheted off the walls and back into your ears. you had no idea what you’d gotten yourself into with him. you felt yourself inching closer and closer to that ecstasy, you were so close you could taste and jungkook could most certainly feel it.
the way your walls convulsed around him nearly restricting his range of motion, “Ah shit baby, you feel so fucking good.” he groans next to your ear, the tone of his voice sending you into shock. god you were so close, but jungkook was slowing down. “why-”
“you wanna cum?” he asks you, and you nod as if you were on autopilot. “please,” you beg for the nth time. “Then take it back.” you really tried your best to understand what he was referring to. “Take back what you said about me being a city 7” you hesitated for a minute, regaining enough strength to hold yourself up again, fighting between your bratty nature and your throbbing pussy.
“Okay fine, you can get yourself off.” he shrugs, beginning to pull out but you push your hips back up against his pelvis. “No- no!” he grins at the sound of your objections, resuming his wild pace as though he had never stopped.
he pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, his erratic thrusts never faltering as he did so, “Say it.” he growls in your ear and your eyes roll back as you felt his cock rub against a certain spot within you, “I take it back! You’re a 10, everything about you is a 10, you’re a 10- fuck! please let me cum!” he smiles, satisfied with your words.
“Cum.” you didn’t hold back, you came down with a piercing moan that you’re sure your neighbours would be complaining about tomorrow morning, jungkook following closely behind you.
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Initially, you’d thought you and Jungkook’s little night would be a one-time thing but he just couldn’t seem to stay away from you, no matter how hard he tried.
His dick begged to see you again, and he made sure he did.
At Jimin’s birthday party, he had you bent over the bathroom counter, he would come over and fuck you against the wall, holding you up steady as ever as he pounded into you. Every second of every day he found a way to be inside you.
That’s how you found yourself tangled up in his sheets the morning after one of the filthiest nights you’d ever experienced with a guy. “Good morning,” you heard Jungkook whisper in the rasp of his morning voice as he kissed your collarbones. Slowly making his way up your neck, “Jungkook, aren’t you tired?”
He shrugs with a foolish grin, “Why would I be? I’ll never get tired of fucking your brains out.” You laugh, “Really? Never?” He shakes his head.
“Seven days a week.”
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Jungkook
X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 1
You're struggling a bit to comprehend the fact that you really did agree to this whole week-long thing with him. Luckily for you, Jungkook knows exactly how to ease you into things. But wait- why is he naked?!
Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, non-sexual nudity, safeword discussion, Corruption kink, some backstory on JK, Shibari, wax play, Dom/Sub dynamics (beginner/introductory), minor sub-drop, slight angst, dry humping, cumming inside underwear, massages, mentions of primal play, mentions of pet play, very light orgasm control, hinted praise kink, JK in nothing but dark grey Calvin's for like... 90% of this, hinted big dick!JK, they both in love it's kinda cute,
Shibari: a form of artistic bondage using rope to create visually appealing patterns on the skin.
Wax play: the use of body-safe candles to drop wax onto someone's skin.
Corruption kink: gaining pleasure from corrupting a seemingly innocent person.
Length: 6k words
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A/N: I'll include a short definition of the kinks in every chapter because I just know someone's gonna ask/complain that I don't explain things enough in my works haha. Also my smut writing is kinda rusty I've noticed, so I apologize for that as well...
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"So.." You say through your food, chopsticks seemingly aiming for any piece of meat that could be done next on the barbecue in front of you on the table. "..do we like, need some fifty-shades-of-grey-type contract?" You ask Jungkook, who rolls his eyes.
"Absolutely not." He shakes his head, drinking some water. "Don't tell me you saw that movie too." He asks, and you shrug.
"Saw it with Jimin and Yoongi back when it was in the theaters." You say. "Yoongi said there was a lady who literally masturbated in the front rows, but I don't believe that. Who would do that in public?" You cringe to yourself, and Jungkook watches you for a second.
He's gonna put a no on voyeurism for you then, judging from that reaction.
"I'm surprised Yoongi went." Jungkook chuckles.
"Me too. Wasn't really sure why he did." You tell Jungkook, snatching a piece of meat for yourself. "He just complained over it the entire time anyways."
"Yeah, well-" Jungkook says, reaching for the scissors to cut up some meat. "-he's in the same scene as I am, so I'm not surprised he thought the movie was dogshit too." He explains, and your eyes widen.
"Wait, Yoongi ties people up too?!" You hiss, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head, laughing to himself.
"That's the tamest thing he does." He laughs. "Yoongi actually.. showed me most of the things I know." Jungkook offers, putting the scissors back to the side to instead pick up his chopsticks again. You wonder what he means by that.
"Like.. what?" You ask him, unsure- but you can't deny the curiosity inside of you. You had a hunch about Yoongi for a while now- and in a way, you can see him being in the whole scene a lot more than Jungkook. Jungkook is your fluffy buff but cute best friend- Yoongi has this odd aura to him that feels almost like a warning that he's hiding more of himself than he shows.
"I'm a Dominant person, right?" He asks you, and you shrug. "I like to be in charge, command and take the lead during.. scenes."
"Yeah, that part-" You say, stuffing a steaming piece of meat into your mouth, almost burning your tongue, "-I know about that stuff. Like, dom and sub, top and bottom all that." You nod, and he acknowledges it too.
"Good. Then you probably also have read that the best Dom's have been sub's in the past." He simply tells you.
"… so Yoongi tied you up before?" You ask, and Jungkook lets his head fall for a second.
"You're so cute sometimes, you know that?" He shakes his head, before he continues. "No, he actually didn't. I learned that part all by myself." He explains gently. "But before I could take charge, I had to learn. Someone had to get me into this stuff somehow, right?" He shrugs.
"So you and Yoongi were a couple at some point?" You ask, but he shakes his head.
"Yoongi and I had something similar to.. us, one could say." He explains across from you. "Simple exploration, nothing more than that." He tells you, before his chopsticks reach out to steal a piece of food right from between yours- and when you look up, he's staring right at you. "So now that I think of it, Yoongi and I had nothing like we do." He says.
"H..how so?" You ask, slightly intimidated.
"Because I don't just want to explore and leave you be after this week." Jungkook says. "I hope you know that I'm aiming for something entirely different here."
"For what?" You wonder, and he leans back, crossing his arms, grill in between you both sizzling loudly.
"Your trust." He shrugs. "Your love." He offers.
"What if I can't love the same as you do?" You say, a little defeated. You know Jungkook likes you- it's no secret. And you know he knows that you like him too- because it's no secret either.
"Then we'll search until we find what works." He responds.
"But-" You start, but he reaches out instead, a warm hand over yours cutting you off in midst of your sentence as he speaks to you, voice just as warm as his skin.
"I won't give up without trying first." He tells you. "And neither should you."
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"Why here?" You ask, as he adjusts the couch into a makeshift bed for the time being. You'll be staying the entire week with him, and you'd agreed to that, because you've stayed over a lot of times before. Jungkook's apartment is nothing new- it's familiar, like a second home, warm and comforting.
"Because my bedroom is too intimidating-" He starts, tucking in a bedsheet in the corners of the couch. "-and I don't want to ruin your own with memories that might be unpleasant." Jungkook offers.
"Oh." you simply say, unsure. You've not yet thought about the possibility of him doing something you.. don't like. What happens then? Will you have to leave, or will the week end before it's even begun? Will it make things awkward, and weird?
"Hey." Jungkook calls out softly, holding out a hand. You look at him confused. "The blanket?" He asks, and you remember now that you're holding one for yourself to sleep under tonight, giving it to him. He puts it in a corner for now, same with the pillows, before he pats the couch for you to join him on. "Are you scared?" He asks, and you shake your head- albeit a little unsure.
"Just.. nervous." You say. "It'll be weird."
"Maybe." He admits. "A lot of things are weird first time. Nothing wrong about that." He shrugs.
You sit down on the makeshift bed next to him, when he chuckles, and brushes your hair over your shoulder. "I'll go shower real quick, alright? You just get yourself comfortable." He tells you, and you nod, watching him as he leaves to walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
It's clear that he's taking his time in there, because even after an hour, he's not yet returned. Or maybe longer? You're not sure, because you know you've somewhat dozed off on the bed when you feel his hand on your shoulder, simple strap top giving him access to a lot of bare skin there. He smells nice, and when you reach out, his skin is warm.
Wait- skin?
The moment you open your eyes you're greeted with his bare legs- he's only really dressed in some… dark grey, very form-fitting Calvin Klein's that pretty much hide almost nothing, really. It makes you sit up suddenly, body having to take a moment for a second after the rather sudden movement, a chuckle heard from Jungkook who seems entirely unbothered by his almost-nudity. "Sorry I took a bit longer. I had to get some stuff." He explains, sitting up properly himself.
"Why- why are you naked?" You ask, unsure where to look. In his opinion, you're so.. adorably shy just from the mere sight of his bare skin that it makes his inner desire stir a little. The fact that he's gonna be the one to really help you discover some of your hidden fantasies gives him chills- the good kind, of course.
He can't wait for what you might be hiding.
"I'm technically not." He raises his brows playfully, before crossing his arms- noticing the way your eyes focus on them for a good moment. "And considering why you're here, you'll soon have to get undressed too." He shrugs.
"Oh.." You hum yet again today, looking down on your body. You didn't really think about that. Compared to his toned body, you're.. an embarrassment.
"A body is just a body." He tells you. "I know you don't like yours, but I promise you it doesn't look the same to me as it does to you." He reassures you.
"Do I have to.. like.." You mumble, and he understands.
"You don't have to do anything." He promises. "We can just forget about this whole thing-"
"No!" You deny, shaking your head immediately. You do want this. You do want him to.. love you the way he does love others. Or maybe you want to somehow make him love you in a more.. special way. You're not sure- you don't really know what exactly you want right now, but you do know that you trust him.
You trust him.
"I trust you." You say out loud, grabbing the hem of your shirt- when he reaches out.
"..can I?" He wonders, and you nod, raising your arms without thinking so he can easily pull the item of clothing over your head. It's cute, the way you already feed into his own interests and kinks, without even knowing- and is that a piercing decorating your belly button? "Good girl." He purrs, lifting your shirt over your head, before slip out of your leggings, sitting back down. His hands move around your back slowly, fingers easily finding the clasp of your bra to undo it, letting the piece of underwear fall down easily from your shoulders and into your lap. "Hey-" Jungkook says, and you look up at him. "-you're fine." He smiles, and you nod.
You're fine.
"You can keep on the rest." He says, referring to your panties. At least you chose some cute ones, you think to yourself a bit relieved, as you nod. "I know you said you can't imagine it-" He starts, grabbing some pale pink and rather… delicate looking rope from the side. "But I'd like to try it, still." He asks, and you nod. "I won't restrain you this time. I'll only show you what it feels like, so you can decide for yourself if you enjoy the sensation or not." He says, and again, you only quietly nod. "But before that.. we have to address this first." He chuckles, looking at you. "I need.. verbal responses from you. Not just somewhat of an answer."
"Like.. do I need to call you sir, or something?" You ask, and he smirks.
"If you want to, you can." He smiles. "But you don't have to. A simple yes or no works just fine for me. And-" He adds on, undoing the neatly folded nylon rope in his hands as he speaks. "-We need a safeword."
"A safeword?" You repeat, and he nods.
"Something other than stop or no that you say to end a scene and get you out of whatever position you might be in." He explains. "Preferably something odd, that you wouldn't normally say during sex, so it won't be used by accident."
"So like.. Tiger?" You ask, not really thinking about it, and he nods.
"Tiger it is." He agrees, tapping your folded knees. "Turn around for me, yeah?"
"Yes." You say, moving to sit in front of him, making him chuckle.
"Cute." He comments under his breath, before he positions the rope right under your chest. "Tell me.. what do you usually do?" He wonders, and you don't answer for a moment.
"Like.. when I do it myself?" You ask, and he hums an agreeing reply.
"Yes. I'd like to know." He tells you. "So I'll have somewhat of an.. idea what is safe and comfortable for you." He explains his reasons, while he moves and adjusts the pale pink rope around your torso. You've almost instinctively moves your hands to hold onto your neck so your arms are out of the way, and he can't help but grin about that.
So much to 'I can't see myself enjoying that'.
"Uhm.. I don't know-" You begin, unsure how to really talk about that. "I have like.. toys, n' stuff, and I usually do it in the bathroom cause I get the bed dirty otherwise.." You explain.
"Toys?" He asks, pulling the rope snug in some places- and while it's tight, it doesn't bother you at all, surprisingly. You understand when he said that some people feel some sense of security from it- it feels actually quite nice, even the knots you can feel dig a bit harsher into your skin.
"Yeah like.." You take a deep breath, somewhat to test if that's still a possibility- and you can, while his fingers seem to adjust some knots in the back. "..a normal… dildo." You cringe at saying it out loud, moving on quickly. "And a vibrating.. thing. I don't use anything else." You admit, and he chuckles, as he taps your butt.
"Sit up for a second." He commands, and you do so, letting him guide the two ends of the rope in between your legs before he helps you sit down again. "So other than that, I guess you just use your hand, am I right?" He assumes, and you nod.
"Yes." You add on quickly, squirming a bit at the sensation of the rope between your legs. You have to control yourself. It's clear that he said he doesn't want sex- yet.
"You're free to get.. turned on, by the way." He tells you, teasingly pulling on the ends that run through your legs as if to underline his statement. "After all, this is about you."
"But-" You complain weakly, trying not to move to much. "-What about you?" You ask, and he shrugs, something you cannot see.
"I'm getting my satisfaction, don't worry." He explains. You're not sure how that would work- but you don't question it either. Say.." He starts, tapping your elbows. "How do you feel, right now?"
"Good." You nod to yourself. "It's.. surprisingly comfortable. It feels nice." You say.
"It looks nice, too." he offers, hands moving over your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. "Very pretty." He praises, and you decide you don't care if he's just speaking about his work- you take this praise for yourself, using it to fuel your own emotional state in this moment. He runs his hands over your arms that are now comfortably down, hands holding yours for a second. "Let yourself go." He chuckles. "You're still tense."
"I can't help it.." You complain weakly, unsure what to do. It does feel nice, you want to move- but in a way, it's not quite right yet.
"Then maybe I can help.." He offers, hands testing the waters it seems like as they run over your thighs, just touching, nothing else. "Would you want that?" He asks, and you nod, eyes closed. "Words, darling." He demands, face close to yours while his fingers suddenly dig into your skin, gentle punishment for not following what he'd told you to do at the beginning.
"Yes.!" You almost gasp out, when one of his hands moves to grab onto the back of the artistically tied harness, pulling you, arching your back for you as he forces you to rest your upper body against his arm. You can practically feel the way your underwear soaks up your arousal, rope suddenly moving a lot more easily with the help of it between your legs.
"Show me how your hips can move." He hums into your ear, and what should feel weird comes naturally. Like in a trance you follow his words, let yourself fall because he's basically seeing all of you right now anyways- and he's seen much more before, so how bad can it really be? You trust him.
You trust him.
You can hear his breathing right next to your ear, and your hand starts to wander- before it stops. "Can-" You begin, swallowing down before you can continue. "can I touch you?" You ask, unsure if the same rules that apply to you apply to him as well. It's only fair if they do, right? It's only fair to ask him for permission, right?
"Yes." He answers, and with that, your hand blindly searches- finds his knee, moves up his thigh, warm skin underneath your rather cold fingertips earning a change in the pace at which he's breathing in. You hold onto his leg for a moment, feel the muscles move underneath the skin for a good while, as you become more and more desperate for a release of any sorts. You want to touch him too, but you don't know how- so you just leave your hand where it is, not moving any further.
His head, meanwhile, leans down into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses there, while the hand that's not holding onto your harness moves over your chest, grabs onto the soft flesh with almost rough motions. You can only imagine the sight of his inked hand holding strongly onto your skin, thumb running over your nipple as your breathing hitches, legs moving in any way you can imagine to adjust your position.
But it's not enough.
Only when his hand sneaks between your underwear, the rope and your skin do you finally make any progress, breathing heavier as his fingers seem to play around with you just the way you like it. And it doesn't take long for you to come undone, back arching more, eyes clenching shut as he helps you ride it out for as long as you can.
You notice after a moment or two how he has already begun to untie you- and in a way, you're confused.
"What're you doing?" You slur a bit exhausted, surprised yourself how much energy this seemed to have taken out of you.
"Untying you." He chuckles, continuing to undo all the knots while he holds you close to him.
"Yeah but.." You mumble, moving a bit so he can reach your back better. "What about you?" You ask, and he shakes his head.
"This isn't about me." He declines. "And I've had my fun, don't worry about me." He reassures, gently pulling out the rope from between your legs, making you cringe as you feel how wet you are down there. "There we go." He softly hums, running his palms over the red skin where the rope has left it's mark here and there. It doesn't hurt- though you do have to admit that your back and neck are kind of sore now. "How do you feel?" He asks, and you shrug- hissing when it stings.
"I think I pulled something, dunno.." You say, sitting up as he rolls up the rope again, setting it aside, before he helps you sit properly for a moment. "I'll go wash up.. sorry for the uhm.. sheets.." You mumble as you see the damp spot where you've sat on.
"No problem." He shakes his head, getting up as well to help you up. It's only when you enter the bathroom and Jungkook is still behind you that you suddenly question what's going to happen next. "What?" He chuckles, amused.
"Uh.. I need to.." You struggle, unsure how to tell him what you want to say. "I wanna shower?" You question almost, and he laughs.
"I know." He confirms. "And I wanna make sure you're fine." He tells you, and you look at him confused. "You might feel fine right now- but once that adrenaline goes down-" He tells you, a finger gently tapping your collarbone. "-you might not be."
But you cross your arms, stubborn as you are. "I'm fine." You tell him, and he smirks suspiciously, looking at you with his arms now crossed as well. "You said a no means no and I'm saying no right now." You huff, and he reacts at that-
though not in the way you thought he would.
Because he simply nods, uncrosses his arms, and sets some towels out for you to use. "Don't worry about running around naked, I'm not bothered." He simply snickers, before he leaves you alone, a moment of silence soon interrupted by him moving around in the living room, presumably changing the sheet over the couch. You slowly take off your pretty soiled panties, putting them in the hamper to wash before you get into the shower to clean up.
And much to your own dismay, Jungkook seems to be right, because suddenly, as the water runs over your skin and you're almost done cleaning up, you're not fine anymore.
Dark, rather upsetting thoughts suddenly grow inside your head, making you feel not shame- but something almost like regret. You should have insisted to do something for him, right? Maybe he wanted to shower with you because he felt like you were abandoning him.. just because he is a guy, doesn't mean that he's without any feelings. Did you upset him? He probably won't tell you even if he did.
A knock on the bathroom door is heard, and you're busy trying to pull yourself together, when Jungkook's still bare arm reaches out to turn off the shower, before he wraps a towel around you. Quietly he dries your hair with a towel before he leads you to your makeshift bed, now with new sheets, where you sit in silence until he returns with brush and hairdryer. Everything goes by in a blur, until you feel Jungkook's hands on your shoulders, his legs next to yours as he holds you close to himself.
You're waiting for the 'I told you so'.
But he doesn't say it.
Instead, he simply silently sleeps on the couch with you, letting you cling onto him throughout the small nap you take in the middle of the day as much as you want.
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A few hours later, when you wake up, things are.. weird. Just like you feared.
Jungkook is still sleeping heavily, right behind you with you laying on one of his outstretched arms, biceps serving as a surprisingly comfortable headrest. He smells nice, his body is warm, and he looks relaxed as he still slumbers away.
And yet, you feel odd.
He just quietly took care of you after.. what you did a few hours ago, but you don't understand why you actually felt that way. You know that it was irrational of you- nothing had happened, everything was fine, you made a decision that you felt most comfortable in. So why were you so distraught over it later?
Well, he told you that you might end up like that. You just didn't listen.
He slowly stirs behind you, waking up as he watches you already sitting on the couch, wide awake. He's careful but not overly cautious as he slowly gets up as well, simply observing for a minute or two before he decides to speak up.
"How are you feeling?" He asks, and you shrug. You're not sure. You don't know it yourself.
"I don't know." You answer because of that, because you can't give him anything than that.
"Hm, I can imagine." He hums simply, running a hand through his chaotic bedhair. "I knew you'd drop, but I also knew.. you had to experience it yourself." He shrugs, watching you with still sleepy eyes.
"Drop?" You wonder, and he nods leaning back on his hands.
"Think of it as.." he thinks for a good example, "when people go to concerts. And they end up crying afterwards. It's the same principle, at its core." He says, and only now, as you turn to face him, do you realize you're only wearing panties- just like he's only wearing his boxers, making you snatch up the blanket to cover yourself. You earn nothing but a chuckle from him. "What we did together gave you a rush. And without any aftercare, people crash down from it." He explains softly.
"So that's why.. you wanted to shower with me?" You ask. "Aftercare?" You wonder, and he nods.
"Its important. For everyone involved, not just the.. one receiving it." He offers.
"Were you.. upset?" You ask, and he shrugs his shoulders.
"A little." He honestly replies, and you're thankful for that. It only adds to your reasons to trust him.
"I'm sorry." You say, pulling the blanket a bit closer. "I didn't know."
"Now you do." He simply chuckles, a hand on your back as he gets up, and walks into the bathroom, getting some things you assume before he emerges again. He's still almost naked as he walks back to you, smiling in a friendly manner as he sets down a towel, and tells you to lay down on your stomach on it. You do as told- determined not to push him away this time.
He notices that change in your behavior almost immediately- and he can't help but feel excited about it.
You're swaying your legs a little as you watch him light a candle close by, setting it on a table for now before he leans back and watches you it seems like. You realize it's one of those he'd received in that package earlier today- and you're curious. "What're you doing with that?" You ask, chin on your arms.
"I'll.. let some of the wax drop onto your skin." He says, chuckles when you tense up. "Dont worry. They're body safe, very low melting point. I'm only using things I believe you can handle." He offers, when you feel something drop onto your back- right between your shoulder blades.
True. It's hot- but not unpleasantly so. Maybe like the warmth of a cup of tea maybe.
"After all…" he hums, one more drop under the last falling down. "…You're not only getting to know me.." he continues, voice almost.. sensual as he speaks, another two drops falling in quick sucession of one another onto your skin, straight on your spine. "…but I'm getting to know you, too." He tells you with amusement, free hand softly running over your back. "Your body is talking to me a lot more openly than you do, darling.." he purrs teasingly, and only now do you notice how dark it is in his apartment. How long did you two sleep? It must be almost nighttime by now- led lights and flame from the candle illuminating the room enough to see comfortably, while he runs his fingers over your skin, another set of drops falling down the length of your spine.
It's almost agonizing how slow this all is. Frustrating, even. But you try and stay composed, maybe that'll earn you praise?
It's only when he sets the candle aside, and starts to dig the heels of his palms into your muscles that you sigh out in pleasure, feeling how your sore neck and back relax. Of course he'd know everything about massages. Sometimes, you're convinced he knows everything.
It feels childish to think like that, but sometimes, you've caught yourself looking at Jungkook as if he's the answer to all your problems. As if he can just pick you up and whisk you off your feet, hold you close and fight all monsters like a knight in shining armor ripped straight out of cheesy romance novels. He makes you feel like that, at least. And maybe it's time to let him prove if he can be prince charming.
"There we go." He praises suddenly, hands still moving as he sits behind you, legs pulled over his thighs while he continues to push out the knots in your neck and shoulders. "Let yourself go." He mumbles to you, as if he's hypnotizing you. If he does, it's working, weirdly enough. "I'll take over from here, hm?" He asks, no, states, and you simply sigh, closing your eyes.
"Yes." Is your answer, and you can't see the way his lips twitch.
His arms push your legs closer to him, manhandles you gently to have your core right over what you assume must be his own length, barely contained in his underwear. You wonder what he looks like. You've been told you can't take much- how will he make it work? He feels strong, big- maybe too much to handle. But you want to learn, maybe there's a way. You want to take him, even if it hurts. You've never felt like that before- it had never been something.. attractive to you. But you want him to make you take it. You trust that he will, now that you think about it.
You don't even question if he will. You know he will- the anticipation lays in how.
Are you already realizing it? What you could have with him? Probably- maybe. Or maybe it's just the way his bulge feels pressed against your core that's making you dizzy in the head. Yeah. That could be it, too. The way it's hot and hard, giving you nothing but a teaser of what he's got hidden away from you. How cruel he is. You want to see him.
"So needy.." he hums, chuckles, as his hands move with the help of the oil from the candle, fingers sliding easily down your back, to find their way around your waist to hold you. "Poor thing.." he mumbles towards you, grabs a bit more harshly at your flesh as if to test, and you want to whine-
But you swallow it down, making Jungkook tilt his head a bit with a smirk.
Not quite there yet, he thinks to himself. But I've got six more days to go to make you mine.
"Tell me what you're thinking." He asks- demands, because there's no question about this sentence you notice. It makes your spine tingle, a sudden urge to please and voice out your thoughts boiling up in your throat, as you let out a breath first and foremost, and he can't help but be affected by it, length in his underwear twitching impatiently at the sight of you so lost in pleasure. Oh the things he'd love to do to you make him greedy almost, mind coming up with scenario after scenario he'd love to see you in.
How long could he edge you until you'd cry and beg for him to let you have your release? Or how often could he make you cum until your body would give up?
How far would you go to please him?
Would you let him hunt you down like nothing but prey, just to feast on you, sex all bite and scratch and nothing but primal urges needing to be satiated? Or maybe you'd rather play his pretty little pet, loyal at his feet, patiently awaiting his command?
There's so many ways he can think of to corrupt you.
And he wants to try them all.
"You-" you answer his earlier question, hiding your face in your arms as you move your hips, grinding over his crotch on the hunt for your release. He'll be easy on you today, won't tell you no, will let you have it if you so desire. "I'm.. thinking-" you stutter a bit muffled into your arms, "-of you..!" you press out, and he can't help his smile from forming as he leans back his body, pulls you a little more roughly over his groin, unable to hide his growl as you become more and more shameless, moving erratically to gain any form of friction from him.
"Good." he sighs out as an answer to you, hands grabbing at your bottom, the urge to hit the soft flesh at least once agonizing- but he controls himself, holds back, just as to not overwhelm you too much at once. Instead, he presses you down, helps the movements of your lower body, earns a whimper as payment for it, and he can't help but be affected by it as well. "The only thing you're allowed to think of is me, understood?" he tests out, and much to his delight, you nod.
"yes-!" it feels like you almost want to say something else- and he wonders what your choice would've been, but he doesn't pry. He's got enough time to find out about it soon, after all- and he can be surprisingly patient, especially when it comes to things he's passionate about.
And god, is he passionate about you.
Suddenly, he wants to know. Wants to test you, despite his earlier choice of wanting to take is soft and slow- as his hands reach out, arms hooking underneath your thighs, suddenly lifting you up, leaving you with nothing before he turns you around onto your back, hands on your hips pressing down, preventing any movement. "Please-!" you beg, and he watches in interest how you struggle against him.
"Please, what?" he asks, acting nonchalant. "What do you want?" he wonders as if he doesn't know, and you look at him like you're searching for something, or maybe you're just collecting courage. For what, he doesn't know- yet.
"Please- let me.. cum.." you try, but it's not quite right for him. You also don't seem uncomfortable with the situation- you seem more like you're holding back, like you're unsure, hesitant.
"Hm, that won't do."he shakes his head, leaning further away, though his hold on you still keeps you still. "Try again." he tells you, and you close your eyes, like you're bracing yourself.
"Please let me cum!" You repeat, though this time with a lot more confidence, and he grins at that, one of his hands taking the front of your panties into it, before he pulls it up, fabric slipping between your lower lips, already drenched in your arousal.
"Go ahead then." he tells you. "Give me a good show, yeah?" he almost sings, and you immediately move, frantically so, hips rolling in desperation as he watches, muscles in your thighs stuttering especially when he helps you assist, pushing you towards your orgasm a lot faster than you anticipated.
It leaves you gasping for air, hips stuttering as you try and catch your breath, core clenching around nothing for a good while. The moment you open your eyes you're greeted with the sight of someone more akin to a demon, a predator, Eden's sin recreated as a human person- the sweat on his skin making him look as if he's glowing, eyes sharp and pupils blown wide, one hand carefully running over your thigh while he other is on his-
oh.
Oh..
There's a clear and surprisingly big stain on his dark grey Calvin Klein's, and you turn red as you realize what that must be. It gives you an odd boost of confidence, knowing that the sigh of you had done that to him- had helped him get to this point, even if just a little. It still counts, you still take it- as he smiles, and leans down to gently kiss your cheek.
"Good girl." he praises quietly, and this time you don't mask your whimper of pleasure, this one of different nature as you bathe in the praise clearly directed at you, you, and only you.
You feel drunk.
But this time, you happily let him move you around, pick you up and carry you into the bathroom, where he helps you step out of your underwear, your state leaving no room to feel shy about your nudity in front of him it seems like. He's used to it- it's nothing new to witness, but considering it's you in this state, he's even more gentle than he would usually be in a situation like this. how can he be with anyone else after you?
He doesn't know. And for now, he won't think of that.
All he knows is that underneath the shower, and later on on the couch where you'll sleep for the entirety of the week, he's got you.
And he'll do his best to keep you at his side forever.
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shut you up (m)
➸ pairing: jungkook x f. reader
➸ word count: 3.3k
➸ genres: pwp, est. relationship, slight fluff at the end
➸ rating: M — MDNI..!
➸ summary: Jungkook has had enough of your attitude today, so he decides to fuck the life out of you to shut you up.
➸ warnings: he's a hardcore sadist here i'm sorry but he gets soft at the end, hard dom!jungkook, sub!reader, dd/lg themes, brat tamer!jk, brat!reader, unprotected sex (just don't), creampie, forced orgasms, fingering, degradation (uses of slut/whore), dacryphilia, impact play, manhandling, rough spanking, dirty talk, spitting (only once), uses of a belt (reader only gets tied up), reader gets slapped in the face during sex, brief aftercare, implied safe word (but reader doesn't use it), it's literally straight up porn the moment you click "keep reading", lmk if i missed anything!
"Uh, uh, uh," Jungkook tuts almost disappointingly at you as he forms a pout on his lips, feigning the pitiful expression he's wearing for you. "We have to do something about that attitude of yours, little girl." Abruptly, he lands another harsh spank to your poor, bruised ass for the umpteenth time. You cry helplessly with your wrists being held together behind your back, cunt all wet and sore for the past twenty minutes as your arousal has undoubtedly drenched your inner thighs at this point. You're all exposed and vulnerable to Jungkook's predatory-like gaze, and it's definitely feeding onto his domineering instincts.
"Fuck you," you spit back without any second thought, completely disregarding the heavy consequences Jungkook will impose on you.
And it clearly doesn't take long for you to regret what you have said.
He flips your body around like a featherweight ragdoll, manhandling you with ease before he hovers on top of your quivering figure to wrap a hand around your fragile throat. Squeezing, he restricts the airflow in your system that has your lungs wheezing for its life. You could only watch him laugh at your distress as you squirm around — a futile attempt in making him loosen his grip, really.
Although he doesn't budge a slight inch at your fuss, he still enjoys the entertainment you provide him.
"How about you try saying that again, sweetheart?" He dares you, tilting his head to the side while he stares menacingly at you. It's as if he's taunting you to oblivion until you hide away in pure shame. The things he's doing to you right now were mere warning signals, and your mind can't help but wonder how extreme your boyfriend can get if you justttt push his buttons a bit further. After all, you've been running your mouth the entire day. He didn't seem to care at first — not until you began spewing nonsense that undoubtedly ticked him off.
Getting bold? Then, Jungkook will definitely be twice as bolder than you are.
You both know who's the real one in charge here, and that's—
"Daddy!" You yelp when his nimble fingers unexpectedly come in contact with your gorging clit, pussy clenching around thin air from how desperate he managed to make you feel in an instant.
"You're not daddy's good little girl," he seethes, "Good girls don't act like fucking brats, do they?"
He continues to torture the sensitive bundle of nerves by repeatedly pinching it. He isn't necessarily rubbing you like how he would normally tease you — no, he's searching for your breaking point. His eyes alone are enough to convey his intentions for you tonight.
Eyes that want to mess with you.
And it's not in a loving way.
"Daddy, please—" you whimper, "it hurts."
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. "And?"
You could only cry at his curt response, sniffling while being void of the thought that he'd actually show any remaining mercy on you.
He stops to take a brief glance at your face. A few teardrops have already escaped from the glass-like state of your eyes. Unfortunately, your boyfriend remains unfulfilled, for he wants you to fucking sob. He wants nothing less than to shred your body apart until you're begging him while being a pathetic mess, letting out nothing but cries and endless screams of his name until your brain eventually reaches a meltdown.
"This is how brats take their lesson, whore. Daddy's gonna shut you up."
He flips you over again so you're laying on your back, forcing your legs wide as he lands a wad of spit down your dribbling core. Your whimpers are quiet at first, relishing in the sensation of his calloused tips easing over your heat. It's not until he splits your lips open with the sudden intrusion of his thumb, though. You scream and throw your head back as you can only lay there and watch him pump his digit in and out of you at a turtle's pace.
"Daddy," you mewl, bringing your hands down to gain a death grip on his veiny forearms.
However, you're taken aback when he flicks your touch away before sending you a stern command. "No touching, baby. Keep those pesky little hands to yourself."
You pout in surrender, but your face ends up contorting into a pleasurable mess soon enough when he hastily dips three fingers inside you, pumping you full until your back is already arching off the mattress.
"Jesus Christ, I haven't even fucked you properly and you're already squirming like a little girl," he mutters before settling on a ruthless onslaught of his fingers inside you. He's practically jackhammering his arm into your quivering heat, hitting all the right places that trigger your eyes to roll at the back of your head. The way he curls his fingers around has you reeling on the edge for him, knuckles turning white from how hard you're gripping the sheets.
With Jungkook knowing every nook and cranny of your body like the back of his hand, it definitely wasn't a challenge for him to access your g-spot, only realizing that he has hit the jackpot once your cries and screams turn up a notch.
He laughs like the devil himself, mocking you, "That's a good little girl, yeah? Taking daddy's fingers like the useless toy you are."
You can feel your walls clenching sporadically around his fingers, sensing the high that is about to rupture at any moment.
"Daddy, I—"
"Don't you dare cum without my permission."
Quickly cutting you off, Jungkook hastens up his actions, and before you know it, you're writhing off the bed as you scream your lungs out. Nothing comes out from your mouth aside from the desperate requests for him to stop. He doesn't listen, though. Both of you know that he's going to make you release your orgasm one way or another as a mere excuse to worsen the consequences.
You aren't really complaining, though.
"I can't hold it," you sob, legs quivering from the intense bliss he's applying on you.
"Yeah, you can, baby. You don't wanna disappoint daddy, do you?" He feigns a displeased expression. "You don't wanna disobey daddy, little girl."
The hot whisper he sends you has you nearing your orgasm swiftly. You resort to one last scream before your hands are already flying down to push him away.
He angrily scoffs at your futile rebellion, "What the fuck are you doing?" With that, he pins your frail hands above you with one hand, as the other remains unbothered in pumping your cunt full. "Are you too dumbed out on my fingers to follow one simple instruction?" Every time he stresses out on a word, he times it right with the depth of his thrusts.
"Keep. Those. Hands. To. Yourself."
Your moans become high-pitched. Your body is like a bubble beginning to burst any second. You're too long gone in the bliss that you never realized that he's already drowned you deep into subspace. You want to obey him, but his fingers are only urging the opposite.
"I - I really can't hold i—"
The noises you let out are more lewd than the ones you hear in pornographic videos. Your entire figure continues to tremble under the entire wrath of his fingers, but Jungkook's pace doesn't relent when your orgasm washes over you.
It doesn't take long for your voice to eventually grow tired from all the screams and cries you've been doing. All that's heard in the bedroom are the wet squelches of your heat alongside the quiet sobs you make every few seconds or so.
He doesn't utter a word nor show any reaction to your recent high, but you can definitely tell the anger is oozing out of him when he proceeds to overstimulate your abused cunt.
"Daddy, I can't take it anymore," you whimper when he ignores you, overstimulating your poor little pussy into a sopping, white mess.
Soon enough, your second orgasm for the night is already building up rapidly, abdomen tightening as the pain morphs into an indescribable mixture of bliss that certainly has your toes curling.
He fucks you with no remorse, eyes glazed with lust. He licks his lips with pure desire to wash your southern area with filthy white cum sticking everywhere. His appearance alone at the moment is enough to get you off, nearing your end once again when his slender fingers brush your sweet spot for another time.
You gasp loudly, voice increasing while you struggle underneath his iron grip on your wrists. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum..!"
Obscene noises tumble from your mouth like a waterfall as the tidal wave of your orgasm hits you with great impact. Nothing but incoherent babbles and his name can be heard. Jungkook chuckles lowly at the mess he created. The sight below is definitely something memorable to keep — cunt all painted in white as your inner thighs remain sticky from the excess essence your heat is drooling out.
"Your pussy looks so fucking pretty like this, baby."
He growls, voicing his thoughts out loud before pushing three of his fingers in his mouth for a taste. He hums in sheer delight when the sweet flavor of your remains come in contact with his tongue.
"Also tastes as sweet as it looks."
You can only let out small whimpers from his animalistic demeanor, receiving the same amount of desire he has.
With that, Jungkook throws all his patience out the window, for the stiff tent in his sweats has been aching a release the moment he began playing with your cunt. Reaching out for the belt hanging near your shared bed, he restrains your wrists just above your head. You wince in complaint, but it fails to gain Jungkook's sympathy.
The irritating barrier of clothing is off immediately. You flinch after unexpectedly feeling the angry tip of his cock rubbing between your swollen folds, only to feel it slowly inching inside you as your walls easily accommodate his thick girth.
Breathing heavily, you unknowingly clench around him in excitement. He groans in response, burying his head within the crook of your neck. Warm air hits the sensitive surface of your neck one after another. Your breathing is shallow and labored, contrary to the deep rolls of his languid hips now beginning to set another brutal pace coming your way.
How can you ever hold back from withdrawing smutty noises from your throat when he moves his hips oh-so smoothly like the calm waters of an ocean? And speaking of ocean, your cunt is definitely about to get fucked into a chaotic one by your boyfriend's dick alone.
He doesn't give you the additional time you need to adjust when he's already banging the bed's poor headboard against the wall multiple times. He could care less about the neighbors throwing countless complaints against him in the morning. Right now, the only objective coming in his mind is to make you cum more on his cock.
Grunting, he grips your jaw with inked fingers. forcing your gaze to lock on him. "You wanna be a disobedient little fucktoy and cum without daddy's permission, yeah? Well, daddy's gonna make you cum over, and over, and over again with his dick."
You moan wantonly the more he punctuates his hips deeper into the crevices of your heat. He wastes no time in locating your g-spot, nudging the spongy little spot repeatedly with the leaking tip of his cock.
Wailing, screaming, and cries are all that's heard in the room aside from the sound of his hips snapping against your inner thighs. Everything around you is humid, and you can feel more sweat accumulating in your entire body the harder Jungkook fucks you.
If Jungkook already has your world tearing apart merely with his fingers, then you fret how hard he'll wreak havoc on you with him jackhammering into your tiny cunt like a rabbit in heat.
The pleasure's all too much for you to take in, yet even process. More tears trickle down your face and you could swear that you felt his dick stiffen further at the sight of your pitiful state.
However, what he does next catches you off-guard, leaving a sharp pang of pain on the side of your cheek.
He doesn't do it once, though — rather getting addicted to the impact play, making him continue to slap you in the face more than he himself expected. It produces a larger amount of tears to fall from your eyes, and an even greater amount of wetness to gush out of your quivering cunt.
He laughs evilly above you, the pain being inflicted on you only makes his cock rage more in anger. He fucks you with greatness all while appreciating the expression of pain written on your face.
Humming, he caresses your stinging cheeks with benevolent fingers as if he never spanked the hell out of you in the first place. "Keep crying for me, baby," he rasps, "It only makes me harder for you."
You're toppling over the edge immediately, and Jungkook knows it too. You clench hard and tight around his girth, but it plays no hindrance for him to pound into you with all his might. In a flash, he has you screaming and shaking beneath him, your pussy deliciously creaming around him. Your world is spinning heavily and all your vision could see at the moment was white spots of cloudiness. You doubt your body can ever recover from the wave of destruction Jungkook brought you, but he continues to use you like the fleshlight you are nonetheless.
Grunts and pants can all be heard from the man on top of you. The rhythm of his thrusts remain consistent, and he's definitely far from releasing himself.
You whine at the overstimulation. Your entire figure is like a trembling piece of paper on the brink of tearing apart, but Jungkook pays no mind to any of it. You squirm around to protest against him only to have him slap you on the face again.
"Daddy, it's too much—"
"Shut the fuck up," he cuts you off with a growl, making you feel smaller than you already are.
After all, he knows when you actually want to stop.
"Shut the fuck up and just take daddy's dick, won't you? Brats don't deserve to speak."
In fact, you aren't even acting bratty around him anymore! You cry loudly, too deep into subspace to actually beg him to stop. Hence, you try to relax your body into the mattress. However, the lingering pain of his dick abusing your folds is enough to push you over another orgasm. You claw your nails into the palms of your hands, toes curling for what seems like the fourth time tonight as Jungkook triggers another orgasm out of you.
You scream again, your throat barely having the strength to utter out any noise at this point while you're going through another mind-numbing orgasm. All of the energy is drained out of you, and if it wasn't for Jungkook's iron grip on your body, then perhaps you would've fallen limp on the bed, close to it being lifeless.
He pulls out and manhandles you again to readjust you into another position, pushing you onto his lap with your back facing him. You whine for what seems like the umpteenth time when you feel him aligning the tip of his cock between your sopping folds. Your whole body feels like jelly and you might as well melt into a mess the moment he finds himself inside again. If it isn't for the steel grip he has on your hips, then you would've done so by now. He fucks you from beneath with great vigor, lulling you into another sinful daze as your head has itself leaning on Jungkook's shoulder for dear life.
Barely any noise is uttered from you, for he also seemed to knock the voice out of your throat from the power of the orgasms he's been coaxing out of you.
"You're doing so well for me, baby," he coos, placing soft kisses on your tear-stained cheeks. "Daddy's gonna cum so hard inside you. You want that, yeah? Daddy's gonna reward you like the good fucking girl you are." His sentence ends with a hot growl near your ear, sending your eyes to the very back of your head as your pussy clenches in arousal. You mewl, nodding your head in repetitive motions, for you can't sum up the energy to form a simple coherent response.
"God, you just love being used like a dirty cumdump, don't you? Fucking love being a dirty whore for daddy, mm?"
His words are pulling you to another orgasm. Your entire body is reaching the pointy top of your climax. Breathes mingling and struggling, bodies covered in nothing but sweat, a pool of white stickiness continuing to stain you and Jungkook's thighs — no other erotic film can compare to how hard you and your boyfriend are going at it. The feeling of his dick kissing your cervix repeatedly has your eyes seeing stars. His groans become more frequent, tone becoming whiny, and his pace finally becoming an inconsistent line of sloppy and wet thrusts inside of your soaking folds.
He places a hand on one of your tits, kneading it right before he pushes another orgasm through your system. At this point, you're unable to count how many times you've come, but you can definitely conclude that it's enough to make your stamina run out.
He continues to hold his release at bay, too lost in the pleasure of your wet cunt hugging his thick girth as he carelessly fondles with your breasts. A few more deep thrusts has you letting out the loudest screams you never expected to hear for yourself. With that, spurts of his hot cum are loaded in you. You moan in unison while you ride out Jungkook's orgasm by swiveling your hips around his crotch. He hisses once he takes a glimpse of the mess he rather created.
Both of your releases have eventually leaked on his balls and down the sheets — a problem that you'll have to deal with for the aftermath of your erotic escapades. For now, though, you and Jungkook brush it off, wanting no more than to clean each other up and cuddle into the sheets for the rest of the night.
He bites his lip when he pulls out, seeing his member entirely covered with your essence as his cum slowly drips out of your gaping hole. You grind on his cock one more time to get rid of any remaining tension in your body. Soon enough, your boyfriend is already reaching for your sore wrists to untie the restraints of his belt. He kisses them tenderly unlike the harsh treatment he's put you through just mere seconds ago.
Humming, he rubs the sides of your hips to ease you off. "Mmm, did you get hurt, baby?"
"No." You softly shake your head in response, voice barely a whisper but Jungkook still manages to register you nonetheless.
"Did you enjoy it, then?"
You blush at his sudden question, a smile creeping on your face when you reminisce about everything that just occurred which only made Jungkook smile as well.
"You did so well for me, baby." He plants soft pecks on the side of your neck, traveling up to your parted lips. "So, so well."
"Daddy's gonna give you a bath as a reward. Do you want that?" You nod. "We can cuddle afterwards and go to sleep," he says.
"Thank you," you whisper meekly to him, genuinely grateful to actually be dating a man with duality like him.
He sighs in contentment with you resting against his chest, mumbling a "love you, sweetheart" on the top of your head before heading off to the bathroom to prepare your warm bath together.
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𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙒𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 |𝙅𝙅𝙆
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨?
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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨🝮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜?!????, 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 (𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 171 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪) 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡�� 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙟𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚...𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙥 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙥 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Seated on the edge of your bed, you are gazing at your reflection in the mirror located across the room. You are naked, your body is aching, your arms are looking for warmth, and your thoughts are having a field day in your mind.
You have dried-up cum on the side of your face from an hour ago. You stare at yourself, questioning what is going on. Why did you land yourself here? As you continue to gaze at your reflection, a mix of confusion and regret washes over you. Thoughts race through your mind, trying to piece together the events that led to this moment. You wonder if there was a deeper reason behind your choices or if it was simply a series of impulsive actions.
On the other hand, Jungkook is in the shower, and you sit there crying. Silently, because you don't let him hear or see. You can't let him see you like this. You feel a sense of vulnerability, realizing that you've been hiding your emotions from Jungkook. The weight of your tears becomes heavier as you question whether you should open up to him and share the turmoil within your heart.
But then it will lead to a hell of a lot of questions that you won't answer truthfully.
"Why are you crying?"
You will probably lie. You don't want to burden him with your problems or make him worry. The fear of judgment and rejection keeps you from being honest about your feelings, even though, deep down, you long for his understanding and support.
"Nothing, just an aftershock, I guess."
He'll laugh and get back to what he always does. You'll continue to hide your emotions, putting on a brave face and pretending that everything is okay. He takes his shower, puts on his clothes, and walks out without even a side-eye.
The cycle of bottling up your feelings and avoiding vulnerability will persist, leaving you feeling isolated and misunderstood.
But that's what you two created—a no I talk, and you listen to relationships. It's cold and distant; the only heat you two create is in bed. Or whatever ratchet hookup you are in at the moment.
Like a married couple on the brink of divorce, they are only together for their kids.
But you and Jungkook aren't married. Probably won't get married. Most definitely, at this point, you will not become his girlfriend either. It's been two years since this started.
You, Jungkook, aren't even friends. Your guys are just benefits. It was rather simple, really. How this all started
2 years ago…
You sit at the bar and have your second drink, which you've never had in your life. You unwillingly took a shot at your birthday party that was two days ago.
You still have the yellow Martini flicking at the bottom of the glass. You don't drink it; you just look at it. Playing with a toothpick and mixing a drink around as if it were going to change color
"Drink it; it's not going to change colors." You turn to your left and see a man sitting two seats down from you. Smiling, you answer, "I know, it just looks weird." He turns to you, and dark, rich brown eyes stare into yours.
"What does it look like?" He asks, and you're too quick to answer.
"A shot of piss." He laughs from his seat. You push the drink away, and 27 dollars go down the drain.
"Well, let me buy you a real drink, not a shot of piss," he says again. You look at him, admiring his presence.
A tall, full sleeve of tattoos. Two lips ring. You're just begging to see how they feel about you. On your lips, your thighs, and your core
You smile after scanning every part of him with pleasure. "Sure, you probably know more about drinks than me." He smiles. You stand up, pulling your skirt down, and his gaze falls to your legs.
You sit in the chair next to him, and he leans his head on his knuckles as his eyes travel up your body.
"What are you staring at so hard? You never talked to a girl before." He smiles again, and this time you see the tiny amount of his teeth he flashes straight and white.
"I've talked to girls, but not a woman." Your face heats up.
"Women?" You play with his words, and he leans in closer.
"Girls are lovely, but women are amazing." You sit in the chair. You later lay your feet on the footrest of his chair, tapping against it.
"Do you see me as a woman?" He lifts his hand, calling the bartender.
"We'll see after this drink; I'll make up my mind after," he says, ordering you two Amarettos. You don't know what the fuck that is, but it was pretty.
The bartender puts the orange drink in front of you guys. The orange tones get lighter as they meet the top. You take the toothpick with the three grapes, bite one, and dip the toothpick into the drink.
"To women," the man picks on his glass for a cheer.
"To women," you say before him. He drinks about half of the drink, not breaking eye contact as you do it as well.
Present time…
You smile at the flashback, remembering how much you wanted him at that moment. Now you just want to end this. Or move forward. But you are stuck in the middle.
You think about how you read him like a book, and he wanted to see if you knew what he was thinking about at that moment.
But it was far too easy since Jungkook was undressing you with his eyes.
2 years ago…
"What am I thinking about right now?"
"I think you want to kiss me," you answer, and he smiles brightly.
"Yeah, I'm dying to...do you want me to kiss you?"
"What you do think": You play with fire, and you want it to burn you so badly.
He leans in closer and says, "By the way you're clenching your legs together and this tiny fucking skirt, I think you want what I want." His lips are closer than ever, your mutual breaths hitting the surface of each other's lips.
"What if I told you you were correct?" He places his warm hand on your shoulder.
"Then I think we shouldn't waste any time; the world is here for a reason." You smile as his lips touch yours with the softest peck.
You stand up and grab your sweater and your bag, holding his hand.
He moves swiftly, cashing out a $100 bill and placing it on the bar table.
You walk out of the bar, leading to the parking lot.
Present time…
Jungkook walks out of your bathroom. He still sees that you are naked. Sitting there, staring in the mirror.
Jungkook isn't dying to stay; he knows you want to hold him. And talk about the most random shit. But he can't; he doesn't want to hurt you.
It's been two years; why would he start hanging around after sex now? It will look like he's in love.
Unfortunately, he isn't
That's his truth; he's infatuated with you. Jungkook thinks about your guy's relationship a lot.
You guys aren't friends.
You guys are not dating.
You practically only get each other off.
And he doesn't like to hold any conversations; he barely knows your full name.
He is sleeping with a stranger, and he's been sleeping with a stranger for the last two years.
When he thinks about it, he feels shitty at the fact that he can't even hold a simple conversation with you, and it's not like you've tried either. You guys only hold a conversation in the middle of sex.
But after that, there's nothing besides the hi's at either door.
Jungkook was a fuckboy.
He would sleep with multiple women at the same time—two or three—never over, but when he slept with you, he found himself only sleeping with you. It wasn't like him; he found it weird and scary.
He would try to engage in conversation with other women, but it never turned him on because he would only think about you and your face and how much he loved having you under him, breathing and panting on him.
He loves feeling the hot breath of you begging for him to cum on his shoulders or his chest on the side of his face when he has your knees pressing against your shoulders, looking for air to breathe.
Or he loved it when he had you with your face buried in the pillows and your muffled moans coming out from under the blocks of sheets under your face.
Or how you want to drag your nails down his bag and leave four or five scratches on him that he will realize when his friends point them out in the gym.
When he started realizing all the shit he loved about being with you, he started to distance himself. He tried to detox away from you, but when he saw you tonight at that party with those pants that molded to your lower body like a second skin, he couldn't hold himself. He texted you, and now he ended up here, watching you, staring at yourself in the mirror with dry cum on the side of your face, naked, lost in your mind, and standing on the other side of the room. Also lost in his mind.
This is the first time you and Jungkook have slept together in the last three weeks. What happened in those three weeks, you might ask? Jungkook was having a shitfest when it came to hooking up with other girls.
Either he couldn't get it up or he would have a conversation with a girl and immediately get turned off, and he would open his phone, looking at your name as the first message on his message board, and his fingers would itch so bad to send a simple text for you to come over or for him to come to you? But he pushed for three weeks, and today it broke.
Jungkook finally gets all of his clothes on, and he walks past you, walking out of your door without a word, just like all the other times, even though he always comes intending to stay but loses it after he cums it out of his system. As he steps outside, a wave of regret washes over him, knowing that he's once again let his fear and insecurities get the best of him. He wonders if this cycle will ever end and if he'll ever find the courage to truly open up and let you in.
2 weeks later
You sit in the library, digging your nails into your books for your exam this Friday. Jungkook texted you about four times today, but you haven't responded. You don't need any distractions this week. You respond to him after your exam is over, but when you see Jungkook walking into the library, heading straight forward, you panic.
"Hey, I've been texting you," he says, putting his hand on your shoulder.
"Yeah, I know," you say dryly.
"I want you," he smirks, and you roll your eyes.
Him and his dumb fucking smirk.
"Jungkook..." you cut off as he brushed his hand across your face. "You don't want me anymore?"
"I can't" You stand and look at him, but then you shut yourself down.
You pick up your things, telling him you are going home.
"I'll give you a ride," he says, holding your shoulders and walking you to his car.
He sits in the car and drives off. It's a long drive—about 20 to 30 minutes. You guys sitting in an empty parking garage.
"This isn't my house." Jungkook sits, gripping his steering wheel, and you play with the tips of your fingers.
You don't look at him; he just looks at you and sits there, picking off your nail polish. You can feel his stare or burn it to the side of your face.
"Tell me something," he starts, and you already want the conversation to be over.
"Do you want this?"
"Do I want what?" You know exactly what he's talking about. Do you still want this bullshit-ass relationship? A huge part of you says no, but then the other part of you says yes.
You're so conflicted because you both are at fault. You both never resolved this dilemma. You guys never strived to make this relationship better than it was, and now it's going downhill from what this conversation looks like.
"I don't know JungKook."
You sit there in silence. The silence is so deafening, and you can hear the cars under you driving past you and the monochromatic noise of everything else around you. The weight of the unspoken words hangs heavily in the air, intensifying the tension between you. It's as if the silence is a reflection of the deep-seated issues that have been left unaddressed for far too long.
"Can you say something?" You say, but Jungkook just breathes.
"You said you couldn't do this anymore, so I guess it's over." That's all he says. You nod, looking out the window, and your heart hurts a little bit. The familiar scenery outside seems to blur as tears well up in your eyes. It's a painful realization that this chapter of your life has come to an end, leaving you with a bittersweet mix of emotions.
"Well, then, I guess this is goodbye," you say. You try to get out of the car. You suffocate, and you need to breathe so that you don't feel like your heart is going to explode any second now. As you struggle to open the car door, your mind races with memories of happier times shared together. The weight of the goodbye hangs heavy in the air, and you can't help but wonder if there's a chance for reconciliation in the future.
"Don't do that," he says, grabbing your hand. He touches your face, swiping hair out of the way.
He brings you in, and the next thing you know, you kiss him, and your hands are in his hair. Your body is grinding into his dick. In that moment, the intensity of your emotions takes over, momentarily erasing the pain and uncertainty. The connection between you feels electric, as if time stands still, and for a brief moment, you find solace in each other's arms.
Jungkook breaks the kiss. But you don't want him to speak. You kiss him hard and deep. You do not want this to end. You grind into him, and he pulls your shirt up.
Sucking on your nipples, he plays and fondles with your breast. He grips them, squeezes them hard, and pinches your nipples. His touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the connection between you. As you moan in delight, he continues to explore every inch of your body, leaving you craving more. You let out a whimper, and he sees your hands working towards his belt.
Fighting to get it off, when you finally don't stop looking at his hard cock, he smirks and guides your hand towards it, allowing you to feel its throbbing heat. It sits against his stomach. Jungkook pushes your underwear to the side, running his long, trusted fingers along your soaked folds. Your body trembles with anticipation as Jungkook's skilled touch ignites a fiery desire within you. Each stroke of his fingers sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, intensifying the hunger that consumes you. As he expertly explores your most sensitive spots, you can't help but arch your back and gasp for more, surrendering completely to the electrifying connection between you both.
You moan at the sensation grinding onto his fingers as he slips one inside of you, thrusting in and out. He slows up, but you grab his wrist, guiding him to go faster. He wants this to last as long as possible because this is probably the last time you'll ever touch him. He continues to please you as you look at his shaft leaning against his stomach, the smooth, long vein bulging. You look at it hard because this is the last time you are going to see it. You touch his tip, running your finger over his slightly red tip.
But then you feel the waterworks; tiny teardrops fall from your eyes onto his abdomen. Jungkook stops his movement, but before he can open his mouth and speak, You take his hand out of your swollen cunt and replace it with his cock. Jungkook groans as you wrap yourself around him so wet and perfectly, and he starts to grind on him back and forth, shifting to the point of your knees and thrusting up and down on him. You grasp onto his shoulder so hard that you are probably cutting skin, but you don't stop. You're not doing it to come faster. You just want to forget about the situation, so you rock yourself on him harder and harder, taking complete control of the situation.
Jungkook is under you, groaning harshly as he grabs your hips, smacking your ass, and playing with the plush skin. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, swelling his tongue around the pebbled nub. As you ride him to his finish, Jungkook finds your actions a little bit weird because you usually always want him to go slowly. The car is moving as you ride him faster, but he grips your hips so hard so you can stop, and you cry frustration as he pushes you down on his dick so you can stop your sudden rough movements, but you punch his shoulders, your tears spilling from your face, and Jungkook realizes that you're crying.
"What's wrong? Why are you being so rough?" He says it in confusion, and you stop and open your eyes to look at him. You look at him deadpan in his dark chocolate eyes and the way his lip rings shine at you.
"Don't act like you don't like it, Jungkook." You try to grind on him, but he stops you, and you've grown frustrated. "I don't like this," he says, and you take your hands off his shoulders, wiping your face.
"Jungkook, you're turning me the fuck off, and this is the end, so just fuck me so you can take me home, and I don't ever have to see you again." The words sting, but you both know that it's the truth; he said that it's the end, so why is he being so fucking weird about it?
"But I feel like you're..."
"You don't know what I feel." You say in a hushed whisper as your head falls on his shoulders and you're breathing so hard because you're about to come into contact with him. "Can you just cum already?" You say this, and you lift your head off his shoulders to look at him in the face. Jungkook's face is stoned, and he looks angry.
"Fine" Jungkook swipes his hand over the lever on the side of his seat to push his seat all the way down until it's touching his backseat. He adjusts himself, laying back, and starts pounding into you rough and fast, your gas at the sensation gripping onto his shoulders and dancing your fingers into his skin.
Jungkook thrusts hard as hell into your fast-paced body as you grind on top of him and have You lose your breath. He reaches up, wrapping his hands around your neck, choking you hard, and you gasp, feeling barely any air circulation into your throat. "You want me to fuck you? Fine." Jungkook later grabs your hips and throws you onto the back of the seat. He picks up your legs, pushing your knees to touch your shoulder and your ass lips a little bit as he thrusts his on top of you, the car shaking with his setting, pounding into you hard, fast, and slightly painful.
"I should fuck your ass so you can lose your fucking attitude." Jungkook groans, and he rims his finger against your other hole, and you shake at the sensation. As the intensity of the moment grows, your mind becomes a whirlwind of conflicting desires. The mix of pleasure and pain sends shivers down your spine, leaving you craving more. Jungkook's dominance over you is both exhilarating and overwhelming, pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. Your mind is losing all sense of reality. He takes his finger and pushes it into your ass, slowing and just touching the tip, but you move slightly, causing his finger to slip out.
You're on the seat moaning at his harsh movement, but this is what you asked for. You asked for this to be done, and even though it's ugly, it's not going to happen ever again, so you let it happen. Jungkook's hand is still around your throat; his other hand is holding up your legs as he thrusts faster into you, clenching around his cock. You brush your hand against his abs, but Jungkook lets go of your throat, grasping your hands and putting them above your head so you don't touch him.
He continues his thrust on your sensational building; you're about to come, but then Jungkook stops flipping you over and hikes your ass up to his waist as he slams into you again, taking you from the back. He pushes your head into the car seat, and you're moaning. You're so close, but your body is pulsing in your clit. You've never felt this way before. Your heart is pumping, your cunt is clenching, and Jungkook's harsh threats are bumping into your body, pushing forward every single time he pushes forward and back.
You gasp as you come. The wet liquid flies out of you as you shake and your legs give out as you drop onto the car seat in an uncomfortable position if you could continue fucking you, and you let him until he comes. Jungkook's stomach burns as he lets out his long, treacherous ropes of cum. Paint your walls inside of you; he's never come inside of you. You guys usually use condoms, or he comes on to another part of your body.
He slows down his movement, thrusting two or three more times before he pulls out. He realizes that you squirted all over his car seat, and you lay on the driver's seat, your head tucked into your arms, and you sniffle. You're crying under him, and he doesn't know what to do.
Jungkook goes to comfort you, but he pulls his hand back, fixing himself as he picks you up, turns you over, and adjusts your clothes.
There's no speaking. There's no aftercare; there's nothing.
You realize that it's over, and you move to the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt, as Jungkook takes a shirt from the back of his car, wiping the fluid off his seat.
You sit in the passenger seat with your tiered stand cheeks facing the window as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot, taking you home. You're at the front of your apartment complex, and you get your things by walking out of Jungkook's car.
Turn around, shutting his car door before it completely shuts. You lean out, giving him a shy smile.
"Jeon Jungkook, I love you." Jungkook's head whips towards you, but before he can get a word out, you shut his car door and walk into your dorm building.
4 months later.
"Y/N" Your friend Lena causes you over at the section that she sits in at the house party. Exam week is finally over, and you've passed all your tests. Your roommate Lena pushed you out of the house, and you decided to go since you didn't have anything better to do.
You walk in hand with Jimin, and you introduce him to your friends. After a few cups of beer and some talking, you decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom.
You walk upstairs looking for the bathroom, and you stand at the door, and surprisingly, there's no line.
When the door opens, you see the one and only Jungkook walking out of the bathroom with another girl. You're shocked, and Jungkook is more shocked than you because the last time you saw him, you told him that you loved him, and you didn't let him get a word out before you rushed into your dorm and cried for three weeks straight.
The girl is holding his hand, and she looks fucked out, and you already know what he was doing in there. He does what he always does. Sorry, you say in a hushed whisper, and Jungkook just stands in the frame of the door, looking at you. Do you feel his stairs burn into your body? You haven't seen Jungkook in about four months; it kind of felt like he walked off the side of the planet.
But now he stands in front of you; his hair is a lot longer, but you know he's the same boy that you loved and that you still love.
You try and walk into the bathroom, but Jungkook lets go of the girl's hand grasping onto your shoulders. "Aren't we going?" the girl says behind him, and Jungkook looks behind her, shifting his head to the side as the girl moves out of the bathroom. She scuffs, running down the stairs, calling him an asshole, and you stare at him calmly and collectedly.
"How are you?" he says, and you shrug, not wanting to engage in a conversation with him.
"I'm doing good, you."
"I've been better," he says, and he smiles a little bit.
"You look good. You're glowing." He laughs, and you smile, nodding your head. "Maybe it's the sensation of having to pee right now."
"Yeah." That's all he says.
Then he looks at you with an apologetic look on his face and says, "You know Y/N." But then he's cut off by Jimin coming in next to you. You smile at Jimin as he takes your hand in his
"I was looking for you, babe." Jimin kisses the side of your head, and Jungkook looks distraught.
"Yeah, I came to use the bathroom, but I ran into an old friend here." You say you are leaning your head on Jimin's shoulder, but the tension between you and Jungkook is so active in general that you don't know how to feel in the moment.
"Jimin, this is Jungkook Jungkook. This is Jimin, my boyfriend." It's kind of a little bit asshole of you to introduce your ex-fuck buddy to your boyfriend, but if Jungkook walked out of the bathroom and mined his business walking right past you with his fuck at the moment, this wouldn't have been his situation.
You and Jimin have been official for two days. Do you like him? No, he's nice to you, he treats you right, and you're hoping that you can forget about Jungkook and move forward with him.
"Nice to meet you, man," Jimin And Jungkook shakes hands, and Jungkook is still in the distraught sequence.
"Well, I'll leave you two talking here because I have to pee." You move Jungkook out of the way, setting the door behind them as you trap yourself in the bathroom.
You look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes wide in shock, and you laugh a little bit to calm your anxiety.
When you walk out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Jimin stands outside alone.
"Where did Jungkook go?" you ask. Jimin shrugs his shoulders. He left, saying he had to go fix something at his apartment or whatever.
You smile, take Jimin's hand, and walk out of the party to get food.
You make it to your house with Jimin, and he decides to stay over. You guys eat your takeout, take a shower, and head to bed. As Jimin is still in the bathroom, you see your phone light up with a text message with a name that you haven't seen in months.
JK: Can I talk to you tomorrow?
You pick up your phone and decide whether you should ignore it, block him, or do both. But you give yourself the closure that you've been wanting for the last four months, so you can close that chapter of your life and continue to do something better.
Y/N: Yeah, sure",
You sent a text message, going to bed with Jimin.
You walk to the coffee shop the next day, sitting Jungkook is sitting in the far back corner, dressed in all black and with a Calvin Klein hat on his head. You smile, sitting on the opposite side of the table.
Hello, you say, and you sit down, removing your bag and putting it on the seat next to you.
"Hey, I'll just get straight to the point." You're nodding, and he continues to speak.
"I didn't like how we ended a few months ago. I felt very guilty, and I would lie to myself and say that I didn't miss you because I do, and I'm not telling you this just because you're with your boyfriend now, but I'm happy for you. I know I was an asshole to you, and it's probably very mean of me to sit here and tell you all of this today, but I feel like we both deserve closure."
You nod agreeing. "Yeah, sorry, I left you on that cliffhanger there. I was just going through a lot, and I didn't know if I wanted to end it or try and salvage what we had, but it was just so cold, so I just decided to end it without consulting you. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. I hope you're happy, and maybe we can be cool." You nod, smiling, and Jungkook reaches for your hand and brushes his warm fingers above yours. You give in, holding onto his hand, and this is the conversation that you would want to have months ago, but instead of giving each other closure at the end of the day, you wanted to be with him, and in the back of your brain, you still do. You love Jungkook, and you have love for him. You will miss his body, all the warmth he provided to you, and your cold relationship.
But this is a growing path for you, so you accept the faith you decided to walk through, letting your life go on. Jungkook could deal with his life by himself, but now that the tension is released, you let go of his hand, and you both stand up, but you look at each other in the eyes, seeing the admiration. You smile and hold out your hand, seeing if he would accept a hug—a friendship hug—because you guys were never friends, just a benefit.
"Thank you for this. I hope you find somebody, Jungkook." It's a bittersweet moment, and Jungkook takes his last cent of you because it's the first and last time that he will ever hold you like this.
"I love you too, Y/N." Then he lets go of the hug, and now you're the one in shock. He walks out the door, and once he's out of the building, he gives you a solemn wave and enters his car. Your heart is pumping in your chest, and it feels like you're right back to the moment you walked out of his car, and all of this happened with no fucking closure at all because you know that he loves you.
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Invisible
pairings: yandere demon! jungkook x female reader
Genre: pure smut, basically pwp.
Summary: when demon jungkook failed to control his desire after seeing his pretty baby teasing him in a shower.
A/n: wrote a little smut drabble bcs I'm having writer's block for a while now. Might turn this into a drabble series tbh
A deep rumble escaped Jungkook, his fist clenched tightly as his eyes trailed down y/n’s figure. Warm water ran down her body as she massaged her breasts with the soap, hands slowly rubbing her nipples, making his crotch hard. her eyes twinkled with mischief knowing he was in the room watching her every move.
This wasn't the first time jungkook had lost control of his desires because of her teasing. He had fucked her hard on her bedpost when he saw her in that tiny little see-through nightgown she always wore to sleep that stopped right on her ass giving him a little peak, he had pushed her front against the poolside making her squirt on his cock a few times with the helping of the water pressure that hit her clit when he saw the bikini she had used for her weekly night swims that barely covered her tits and made her breast more appealing.
He always loved fucking her in his invisible form, knowing she can't do anything about his actions. Especially when she started talking to other people whom he thinks might be a threat to their relationship. All he had to do was kneel and start eating her pussy while watching her turn into a stuttering hot mess in front of them all, desperate to control her moans. She's his little toy to play with, after all.
A whine left y/n as her finger slipped inside her, she lifted her legs to the shower bench as her hips thrust forward, chasing for more friction, her fingers furiously thrusting inside her while the other hand rubbed her clit roughly, desperate for release. A loud moan rippled through her, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she came, soaking her fingers with her release.
She panted softly, trying to recover from her climax before a loud squeal escaped her. Panic shot through her as she felt rough hands manhandling her into her front. Her breasts pushed against the glass as she felt both her legs being lifted. “Jungkook,” she gasped.
he rubbed his cock against her wet pussy, humping on it before slowly inserting himself inside her tight cavern. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Jungkook drove his cock inside her, hands tightly gripping her hips as he thrust violently, hitting her cervix in the process, making her stomach protrude slightly by his bulge.
Her hand reached back into her pussy trying to feel him, only to be met by nothing but her gaping pussy, her eyes crossed slightly, moving her hands to her clit instead, rubbing it in circles as her other hands pressed on the glass trying to keep her from falling.
his hand slapped her breast before massaging it, thumbs pressing on her nipples. “Jungkook,” she mewled out as he flipped her around, , He leaned down and start sucking on her breast furiously. he grazed his teeth softly on her sensitive nipples, smirking when he heard her crying out intelligible words, knowing he fucked his baby dumb to the point where she can’t speak. her thigh spasm as her hips bucked up, trying to match his thrust, desperately chasing for the delicious high.
A loud gasp tore out from her, eyes shooting open as she felt him removing his cock from her. “What the hell jungkook” y/n wailed, eyes tearing robbed from her climax, “that's what you get for acting like a brat” jungkook chuckled, hands slapping her pussy harshly before exiting the bathroom.
He can't always spoil his baby after all, or she might get ideas and try to leave him. He doesn't want to have to take desperate measures just to keep her right beside him, where she belongs.
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Free Use: Ch 8
Free Use: Ch 8
Free Use: Index
Ship: Crush!Taehyung | Reader | feat. Jungkook
Description: Childhood Friends/Crush/Neighbors/College!AU. Your long time crush agrees to be your dom.
Warnings: Free Use Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom Taehyung, Dom Jungkook, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Degrading, Dirty Talk, Objectification, Fingering, Ruined Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Pain Kink, Spanking, Slapping, Choking, Cuckholding? Jungkook is very mean and a brat tamer, Y/N gets railed in a janitors closet, i wouldn’t be surprised if i’m forgetting something, this is really vile i’m sorry i’m depraved, ITS ALL CONSENSUAL THO THIS IS HER DREAM AND MINE TOO
Word Count: 4,188
A/N: I think you can tell how horny I was making this.
Surprisingly, Jungkook acts completely normal around you at school, even after he listened to you get railed and witnessed your expressions to your anal virginity being taken. He was so cavalier about it, you wondered for a moment if you had simply had some perverted dream instead. His bunny grin still seems so innocent, doe eyes so pretty. Nothing like the man who degraded you for the obscene acts you enjoyed with Taehyung. The more you'd stare at him absentmindedly, the more convinced you were that they couldn't have possibly been the same person. Jungkook, sweetheart muscle pig, himbo king, best friend of Taehyung?
You must've been too obvious with your gawking during class, however, because you feel someone's breath near your ear as you write. "Keep staring and soon everyone’s gonna know you’re desperate," Jungkook whispers, sending shivers down your spine. You stiffen, turning to look at him with widened eyes, before demurely looking back down at your desk. Jungkook looks amused, blowing cold air on your neck. Goosebumps appear along your skin, which Jungkook takes note of. “I wonder what they’d think if they knew you loved having Taehyung’s dick in your ass.”
You squirm, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to remain composed. Jungkook pushes back some of your hair to see your face, seeming delighted in your flushed complexion. “It’s alright. I can keep a secret.”
He smirks, straightening up to walk back to his seat.
You crossed your legs and tightened your grip on your pen, gnawing on your lip. Taehyung didn't have this class with the two of you. Would he be ok with Jungkook flirting with you without his presence?
You didn't have to worry for long, however, because you're greeted with a text from Taehyung to meet you in the Humanities section. You followed his directions only to end up in a near empty hallway, with nearly nothing around aside from the janitors closets and a few empty professor offices. You double check Taehyung's text before a hand is on your mouth. You're dragged into a tiny utilities closet, being knocked back into a hard chest. The mystery man turns you around, knocking your back against the door, hands grabbing your wrists and pinning you in place.
His mouth meets yours, tongue diving in and having it's way with you. Your eyes fly open, pulling back. "Taehyung?"
He flips the light-switch on beside him, and you're met with the sight of his handsome face in front of yours. "Got it right, baby."
He kisses you again, this time a peck as a reward."Who else would it be?" you question.
"Could've been Jungkook. He told me you were staring at him during Bioethics." Taehyung snickers at it, finding it humorous as he flicks your forehead.
"I'm sorry," you apologize.
"Why're you sorry? Makes sense for you to be staring at him considering what your last interaction was." He notices your shudder, though it didn't seem to be out of fear. "I trust you liked it?"
"I did, but I don't want you to feel jealous-"
"I think you do, though," Taehyung interrupts, closing the already small gap between you, crowding your space. "I still remember how wet you were when we finally fucked. I think you liked seeing me mad."
Your knees buckle, unable to escape as you were met with this confrontation. "Maybe."
"What do you like about it?" His fingertips lightly graze the exposed skin beneath the hem of your skirt, teasing you. His nose traces over the side of your neck, the touch featherlight."Like seeing me fuck my anger out on you? Claiming you as mine?"
"Y-Yeah..." you bashfully admit.
"No need to be ashamed, baby," Taehyung assures you. "I liked it too. I'll use any opportunity to prove you're mine and why. I'm your boyfriend now, right?"
You smile and nod, raising to your tip-toes to kiss him. "Yeah, you are."
"I know you're attracted to Jungkook. It's fine, baby, it doesn't matter. You know who owns you." Taehyung cradles your face in his large hands, his touch so soft and gentle. "Jungkook can fuck you good, I don't mind letting him. I know I can fuck you better."
"Is this leading up to something?"
"Jungkook's getting chewed out by his coach as we speak. He texted me about it. I figured I'd be a good friend and give him something to help with stress relief." One hand disappears, the other having a firm grip on your jaw, holding you in place to look up at him. "You're basically a toy anyways, aren't you?"
"Yes," you say breathily, "you own me."
"Wanna let Jungkook play with you then? I'll be right outside this door and let him take out his anger in fucking you. I know a slut like you'd always desperate for cock." His breath runs over your lips, and your knees buckle beneath you.
"Yes. Wanna please him."
"Mm, what a good toy." Taehyung grins down at you. "Should I text Jungkook to come here now then? Tell him to rail you as I keep watch?"
You nod, leaning your head against Taehyung's chest. He whips out his phone, letting you stare down at his screen as he sends the text. You don't fail to notice his lockscreen was now a picture of you from your Instagram. You smiled, a small wholesome moment before the most unsanctimonious sins would be performed, kept for yourself. You'd have to remember to have Taehyung and you take couple photos once you had time.
"Jungkook's gonna be real happy about his gift," Taehyung says, kissing you softly. "Just say the safeword if you need to and he'll stop. He'll take good care of you."
You wondered how he knew this about Jungkook, but then realized it was likely they had shared women before. Jungkook seemed all too keen on listening in on you, and Taehyung in turn letting him. Taehyung would now be hearing you fucking Jungkook. They seemed to just have that sort of relationship.
"Same for you," you remind him, Taehyung returning your soft smile.
"My girlfriend's so cute," he says, hand pulling at your skirt, bunching up the fabric to expose your pussy. "Jungkook's gonna have fun wrecking you. He's gonna end up addicted."
"Sir, touch me."
"Can't do, baby. Gotta have manners, let Jungkook have his turn. I'll have my turn with you after."
You hear a knock at the door, a unique pattern. Why did it not surprise you that Jungkook and Taehyung had a secret knock? What dorks.
Taehyung opens the door, the space becoming more crowded as Taehyung pulls you against him, your back against his chest. Jungkook stands in front of you, towering over you as you were trapped between them. He grins down at you, the same sadistic smile you were getting used to on Taehyung. It was like a lion that was about to play with its food. "This my gift?"
"Thought you might benefit from a stress toy or something," Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly. His hands rub your arms, keeping you secure. "You seem tense."
It was true. He seemed all puffed up, either with hot air, smoke from how he was fuming inside, or raw energy. It was a kin to a bull before it was released into the ring at a rodeo. "Yeah, I guess I should blow off some steam." His grip slides down to your throat, pulling you closer to him. "Want me to use you, Y/N?"
You nod, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and composed. "Yes, please, want it."
You feel a quick breeze and sting of pain on your cheek, another one quickly following your other cheek. You let out a moan, squirming between the two men as you reach out, grasping onto Jungkook's shirt as your knees buckle. He curses under his breath at your reaction, and soon you're feeling his erection on your hip. "Little painslut. Can't believe this shit turns you on."
Taehyung grins, reaching for the door knob. "I'm gonna go keep watch. Wouldn't want anyone finding you fucking my girlfriend."
He closes the door behind him, and you're left alone with your dear friend, Jungkook. At this moment though he seemed anything like the youngest you had grown up with. He has you step back until your back meets the wall next to the door, close enough for Taehyung to surely be able to hear every dirty word Jungkook called you. He immediately flips your skirt up, making you squeal in response. His hand immediately cups your bare pussy, finding his digits soaked to no one's surprise. "Shit. I swore once when you crossed your legs that I saw your pussy, but I thought I must've been seeing things. You're so gross, Y/N."
"Taehyung asked me not to-"
"Because you gave your underwear to him immediately? Offered him your pussy? Like some kind of street whore? It just screams you were desperate to be fucked." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "God, why couldn't you pick me, huh? I knew you just as long as him. It's so unfair." He whines out the words, fingers thrusting into you, his movements rough and punishing. He finds your g-spot with ease, grinning wickedly as he sees you start to crumble.
"I'm sorry, it was always him," you gasp out, mewling when his thumb started stimulating your clit.
"Mhm, guess I should be happy we're so close then. Either way I'd fuck you. You would've been destined to be shared between me and Tae." He bit his lip, feeling your walls begin to squeeze around his digits, the loud sounds of your wet pussy filling the room. "I knew you'd be so wet for me. Always knew I'd get to fuck you one day. Something about you just screamed slut."
You try to reach down to his erection, only for him to force your head to straighten up again, grip squeezing slightly on your throat. His pace inside you stills as he forces you to make harsh eye contact with him. You reach up to his hand, nails dragging into his forearm as he glared at you. How had it never occurred to you before how hot Jungkook was when he was angry? "Did I say you could touch me? Thought you were supposed to be good. Are you only a good girl for Tae?"
"I'm already so close! This is supposed to be for you."
"I'm a big believer in ladies cum first," Jungkook says, curling his fingers again in reminder, keeping you at that edge. "It's our first time, after all. Don't want you getting a bad impression of me."
"Thought this was stress relief," you shot back.
Jungkook growls out, choking you in that way that made you feel light headed and curling his fingers inside you repeatedly, pounding at your g-spot as his palm ground against your clit. You gasped out, staring back at Jungkook, whose nostrils flared in anger. "You're lucky I like to break brats like you. Go on and cum, since you just want to hurry and get punished so badly. While I'm still feeling nice."
His tongue pokes at his cheek in concentration, and soon your spasming over his fingers. "Ju-" You somehow manage to moan out his name loudly enough for him to have to let go of your throat and cover your mouth. He stared at your expression, your eyes crossing as you orgasmed against his digits. He lets you ride out your high, your thighs glistening now from the mess he made of you. He pulls out his fingers, rubbing your folds, making you cringe in oversensitivity.
"Fucking slut, don't you know you have to be quiet?" Jungkook scolds you. "You want everyone to see you in here getting fucked, huh? Want them to see how wet you get just from being slapped around? Want them to see how wet you get for me?" You're given no time to defend yourself before he's pressing against you, mouth against yours. You realize this is the first time you've kissed Jungkook. His style of kissing you was different from Taehyung. Taehyung is all consuming, dominating you easily. Jungkook's is more coaxing, more soft and playful. It was like he was easing you into a false sense of security before he reminds you what he's about to do. You moan into the kiss, your hands pulling him in as he presses his body against yours. He lifts one of your legs, hooking near his waist to grind against you. You feel the fabric of his uniform slacks against your pussy, moaning into his mouth.
"Can't believe you're letting me treat you like some object," he mumbles against you. "Letting Taehyung pimp you out like this. You're such a whore."
You whimper as he quickly works to undo the buttons on your shirt, revealing your bra. He roughly pulls down the cups of your bra, teeth catching a nipple, giving you harsh treatment. You slap your own hand over your mouth, trying to keep your moans down as best you can. Jungkook lets go of you, showing a sadistic grin. "Stupid girl learned something for once, huh?"
You twist your face into a scowl, immediately wanting to bite back. "My grades-"
"Doesn't matter, you're still stupid." He turns you around, hand cracking down on your ass. You yelp immediately, unprepared, the moan no doubt escaping the thin walls of the janitor's closet. "See? What'd I just tell you? Stupid girl can't keep quiet even without a cock in her."
You keep down your whines as he continues spanking you, one hand lifting your skirt to let him see and the other punishing you with a force that made you jolt. "You're stupid because you just need a guy to tell you how dirty you are for your brain to become mush. You handed over your panties without even thinking. You kept this wet pussy from us for years when you could've been getting fucked the way you're supposed to. Aren't you such a stupid girl for that?"
He delivers a harsh slap right at your pussy, making you rise to your tip toes at the mix of pain and pleasure. "Say you're a stupid girl if you want me to fuck you."
"I'm a stupid girl," you blurt out immediately, earning a cocky grin from the handsome man. Your heart began racing as you look behind you to see him unbuckling his belt and pulling out a condom.
"Yeah?" His tone is so cocky. You hold your breath in anticipation when you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. Jungkook only teased you, however, arm reaching around you to tug you closer to him, his frame caging yours as his fingers danced down your abdomen. "Why's that, huh?"
"B-because I should've told you guys the truth earlier," you blabber, trying to move your hips back. Jungkook's fingers rubbed circular motions around your clit, making it impossible for you to stay still. Jungkook held you in place however, enjoying watching you squirm. "That I'm a slut."
Jungkook hummed, kissing your neck, fingers continuing to drive you crazy. He pushes his hips forward, trapping you snuggly against him as he plunges his dick inside. Both of you moan out at the feeling, your legs left quivering as you try to stabilize yourself. "Can't believe you kept this pussy from me," Jungkook gasps out, hips rutting against yours, his grasp on you tightening. "I should've been fucking this pussy ages ago, could've felt you creaming my cock, and would've if you hadn't kept it from me. Stupid, selfish little slut."
You moan from how much he filled you, aiming at that spot that had your toes curling. "I'm sorry!"
Jungkook yanks your hair back, making your back arch. "You haven't even begun to feel sorry yet," he growls, kissing you with a ferocity as he kept your head in place, grip firm in your hair. He was consuming all of your senses, the cramped space giving you nothing to give you get distance. You were reminded of when you danced with him at the club, the first time he even began to direct his behavior to you. "Take this cock you were so desperate for."
He lets go of you, hands securing on your hips to fuck you deeper, as though he were really using you as a toy to relieve stress. You moan out, eyes welling up with tears from feeling the tip touch your cervix. Jungkook notices, diving in to the hilt and slowly grinding his hips against yours, skin pressed together. His hand returned to your clit, making your muscles tense up from the simulation from both ends. "Can you handle it?" He breathes the words out, his fingers making it hard to focus.
"Yeah, use me. I can take it." You say the words with full confidence.
Jungkook lifts one of your legs up, rotating your hips as he spreads your legs apart, drawing his hips back to thrust as deeply into you as he can. You moan out from the feeling, arms scrambling onto the wall as you try to keep your balance. You mumble something under your breath, the words coming out louder than intended due to Jungkook's thrusts.
"What's that?" He asks, turning your head back to him. "I didn't hear you."
You bite your lip. "Said 'Surprised you didn't go for the ass.'"
"Don't have lube on me. I figured I'd use your ass next time we fuck." You clench down on him at his words, and he catches on. "You didn't really think this would be the only time we'd fuck, huh? Nah, pussy's too good. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but this isn't going to be the last time I fuck you. You'd better get used to feeling this dick up in your guts." His smirk looks more like a sneer as he sees how his words affect you. "I'm so lucky you ended up being such a gross pervert."
"I-I'm not a perv," you insist.
"Yeah? Only a pervert would like this nasty shit. You get so wet just from us being mean to you. It's pathetic."
His wet mouth is sucking hickeys on your neck, his free hand coming down to toy with your clit. "I'm gonna cum," you groan out. The desperate sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the janitor's closet. You were sure Taehyung could hear every sordid sound, your own whines and moans included, from his position just outside the door.You feel his smile against your skin as he pushes you closer to the precipice.
You don't get the satisfying end of riding out your orgasm, however, as Jungkook immediately pulls out and away. Your back meets the door, hands held above your hand in a singular grip. His hand comes down on your spasming cunt, and you close your legs out of instinct. "Open your legs right fucking now." Your legs fly apart, another hit making you flinch in pain, legs twitching as Jungkook continued slapping your pussy. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you were left trembling from the ruined orgasm.
He pulls you in, giving you some sweet kisses as you gathered your breath. "Do you want me to keep punishing you? Or are you ready to be rewarded?"
Your face is something akin to a pout. "Reward."
"Gonna be a good girl for me now?"
"Yes," you sniffle, pulling Jungkook back to you.
He steps between your legs, hoisting you up against the door and fucking you against the wall. In hindsight it probably wasn't the most inconspicuous idea, but it didn't seem like that was Jungkook's priority. His priority was absolutely destroying you, building your orgasm fast. His mouth pants against yours, swallowing your moans greedily. "Disgusting little brat, you like me pounding you like this?"
"Yes! Feels so good," you moan out, squealing as Jungkook carried out his mission of destroying you.
“Like having your precious Taehyung outside, listening to you getting fucked?” He snickers, the laugh dark and ominous. “Let him hear those slutty noises you’re making for me? How well you take my cock?”
“Jungkook-“
“Yeah, say my name. Let Tae know how much you like being used by his friends,” Jungkook says, words coming out in a snarl. “Say my name while I fuck you like a whore.”
“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungko-ook!” Your moans are breathy, pleasure making your guts twist as your orgasm approached.
"Gonna let me use this pussy whenever I want, too? Offer me your holes whenever I want?"
"Yes, you can do whatever you want with me." You felt like you were going to burst any second. "I'll be good for you."
"Go on, cum on my dick again. Prove to me you're a good girl."
It hits you like a tidal wave, Jungkook's kiss devouring your whine as he continued to fuck you against the wall. He cums in the condom, hips staggering against you as he pins himself against you. Eventually he lets you down, leaving you light-headed. Jungkook kept you standing, your legs wobbly. His fingers comb through your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. "You were so good for me. I knew you would be. Just had to fuck the bratiness outta you."
He adjusts his clothes to look like he didn't just ruin you in a closet, and knocks the same pattern as before. Taehyung opens the door, giving Jungkook a knowing smile. "I'll keep watch now," Jungkook says, trading places with Taehyung. You're left alone with your boyfriend, who immediately pulls you into his arms, seeing how bad your legs were shaking.
"Jungkook fucked you really good, huh?" Taehyung chuckled, admiring what a mess you had become. Your hair looked closer to a bird's nest, and your clothes were all wrinkled and in disarray. Your thighs shone under the dim light of the closet and you legs were wobbling like a baby deer. Anyone who saw you right now would know you just had an intense round of rough sex.
You nod, low on energy. Still, you turned around and put your hands on the wall, presenting yourself to him. "Your turn."
"Mm, my baby still isn't satisfied, is that it?" Taehyung groans, squeezing his erection over his slacks. "Still need my cock? You can barely stand, y'sure you can take it?"
You nod adamantly. "Wanna be a good slut for you, sir. I'm always ready to take you."
"Jungkook really fucked the bratiness out of you, huh?" Taehyung finally starts to pull out his dick, and you feel the anticipation build. "You never run your mouth like that with me, baby. You really wanted to be used like a toy, huh?"
"Yes," You hiss out the word, feeling Taehyung thrust into you. "Wanna be useful."
"I'm sure Jungkook's so grateful you let him use your pussy to get off," Taehyung purrs, deep thrusts still managing to make you wince in overstimulation. You were already beginning to feel that delicious soreness you were starting to crave. "You're such a good slut for me."
His hand starts touching your clit, and you're left whimpering in his arms. "Please, sir, I can't-"
"You're supposed to be my girl, aren't you?" Taehyung's voice is as harsh as his touch as he grabs your face, forcing you to look his way. "So shut up and take it."
You nod fervently, kissing him as you let him guide you to the edge. Taehyung buries his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on whatever skin was exposed to him. It was like he was re-claiming you, reminding you who you really belonged to. As if you could forget. “Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long. Feels like I was hard forever having to listen to Jungkook fuck you like a bitch in heat.”
“H-He was the bitch in heat.”
Taehyung laughs. “There’s the brat from earlier. I must be lucky you’re so obsessed with me. You’re my good girl.”
“Fuck, sir, please let me cum-“
“Gonna cum again, already? Fuck, you’re so greedy.” Taehyung’s teeth sink into the skin at the juncture of your neck, groaning as he bit you. “Cum for me. Cum on your favorite cock.”
Your orgasm washes over you in a tidal wave as you do exactly as you’re told, and it only takes a few more strokes before Taehyung is pulling out and cumming on your ass. You’re left panting and slumped over the wall, head dizzy and limbs worn out. Taehyung peppers soft kisses on your face and neck, giving you time to come back down to Earth. “You did so good for us, baby,” he praises. “You feeling tired?”
You nod dumbly, letting out soft sighs at the feeling of Taehyung lips. “Yes, sir.”
“Mm, we’ll take care of you.” Taehyung smooths your hair, looking at you with an admiring gaze. “Let’s get our girl taken care of, hm?”
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|Greedy|↠ jinminkookxreader
Summary ↠ They can’t get enough of you, so why not share?
Genre ↠ Smut||Fluff if you blink▸REPOST
Pairing ↠ Jungkook x reader, jimin x reader, seokjin x reader
TW ↠ Dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, established relationship, begging, consensual non-consent, degradation, fingering, punishment, nipple play, foursome, unprotected sex, protected sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, lots of cum, deep throat, sloppy seconds (thirds?), triple penetration, tea-bagging, double-vaginal penetration, face slapping, butt slapping, impreg/breeding kink, name-calling, spitting, aftercare kinda
Word count ↠ 5.5k
please don’t copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission
As you stepped into your apartment at the end of a long day at work, you had nothing on your mind except to order some takeout, take a nice long bubble bath, and crawl into bed. Your boyfriend, Seokjin told you he’d be working late tonight, so you weren’t going to be able to enjoy his delicious cooking, unfortunately.
You took off your shoes and walked to the kitchen. As you reached to turn on the light switch, you felt one arm wrap tightly around your waist while the other covered your mouth. Panicking, you tried to scream, but the grip on your mouth was too tight. You tried to twist and kick back, but the person who had grabbed you lifted you easily off your feet and began to take you to your bedroom, his hand still covering your mouth.
Every cell in your body was alight with terror. You struggled as much as you could but you couldn’t get out of this man’s strong grip. Eventually, he entered your bedroom and threw you onto the bed like a ragdoll.
You looked up, seeing his face for the first time and it was someone you recognized. Park Jimin. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Your pounding heart slowed down and you relaxed. It was finally happening.
When Seokjin had suggested a foursome with two of his closest friends, you were only too eager to agree and so were they. They seemed even more excited about the prospect than you were, if that was even possible. Seokjin had confessed that they’d always had a bit of a crush on you. The four of you talked it out and had a very serious discussion about how things were going to happen. You all talked about your kinks, boundaries, limits, safe words, and everything in between.
You had agreed to this. The plan was that one or more of them would sneak up on you when you didn’t expect it and grab you and start the scene. This was all planned out, except for when. Truthfully, the discussion had happened a while back now and you’d almost forgotten about it. He truly got you.
“Jimin?” You said breathlessly. You wondered where the others were. Jin and Jungkook were supposed to be here too.
“Keep your mouth shut and take your clothes off,” Jimin said promptly. Anticipating your question he answered you, “I wanted a bit of time alone with you before Jungkook and Jin-hyung got here. They both said that was okay,” he raised his eyebrows at you, seemingly to ask if you had any problem with that. He was giving you a chance to safeword out.
“Okay,” you nodded, as you pulled off your clothes, still on the bed. You made quick work of your skirt and blouse, tossing them onto the floor. In a perfect world, you’d be wearing your favourite red lace set right now, but as it was you were wearing a mismatched white sports bra and blue bikini briefs. Hey, you didn’t know this was going to happen tonight and you just wanted to be comfortable at work. You took them off and tossed them down too.
“Good girl,” Jimin said, his signature smirk lighting up his face. This man was pure walking sex and the worst part about it was that he knew it. “I like it when a slut knows how to follow orders.”
You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling. You loved how he was talking to you, those words from a man like that had your pussy gushing already.
Jimin didn’t miss a thing though and was quick to call you out. “Oh, you like being my obedient slut?”
“I do.”
“Well, show me how good you can be. Get on your front. Face down, ass up,” he instructed with the authority of a man who’d done this plenty of times. Jimin had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around but you knew he had the kindest, gentlest heart.
You did as you were told, burying your head in the bed. This position was always slightly embarrassing in front of someone new. You buried your face in the bed, not wanting to look at him as he came towards you.
You felt a slight dip in the bed as he climbed on behind you, examining you like a piece of meat. You felt like an object and you liked it. He put his fingers on your already soaked pussy, spreading your wetness around.
“Jesus, you’re this fucking drenched already?” He asked, pushing a finger into your cunt.
It seemed to be a rhetorical question so you didn’t bother to answer, instead relishing in the fact that something was inside you. You writhed a bit, trying to get his finger to hit your sweet spot, when he pulled it out of you as quick as he could.
“I’ve never met such a desperate slut,” he admonished you and you were almost chagrined. Almost.
“I’m sorry, Jimin,” you said, trying your best to look back at him from your position.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I should’ve known. Pathetic sluts like you are always so desperate to get something in their pussy.”
Jimin continued, spreading your wetness up and down with his fingers again. “Now tell me, which holes am I allowed to use?”
You’d talked about this extensively of course, but you appreciated that he was asking you again, giving you the chance to change your mind now that you were actually here.
“All of them,” you said, confidently.
“Perfect,” he said, giving your ass an approving smack. “I think I’m gonna start with that pretty mouth of yours. On your knees on the floor, slut. Now.”
You didn’t have to be told twice. Jimin had sat down on the edge of the bed, with his legs wide. You could see the bulge at his crotch. You got between his knees and began to undo his button, sliding his fly down, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs. You were somewhat surprised. Jimin had always struck you as a tighty whitey guy.
“What are you waiting for? I know how bad you want a cock inside you, doesn’t matter where. Now here’s your chance.”
You smiled and kissed the tip of Jimin’s pretty pink erection before proceeding to lick his shaft all the way from the base to the tip. Jimin groaned with obvious arousal and you felt positively giddy. You took him into your mouth properly and began to suck him off, taking him deeper and deeper until he was practically hitting the back of your throat. With your lack of a gag reflex, cock sucking was something you’d always been good at.
“Fuck,” Jimin said above, “That’s good. Jin told me about how good you were with your mouth but damn.”
You were pleased. His moans of pleasure had you dripping onto the hardwood. The fact that you were causing those moans only turned you on more. You wanted to pleasure him. Just as your jaw was getting sore, a certain hitch in his breath made you believe he was close. You redoubled your efforts, bobbing yourself on his cock so he’d cum in your mouth.
Jimin, however, had another idea. He grabbed you by the hair and abruptly pulled you off his cock. You glared up at him, annoyed, but he just smirked down at you.
“I know you’re a cum hungry whore, but not so fast. You haven’t earned it,” he said, while stroking his shaft. “I’m gonna finish all over your face. Make you look nice and pretty for when Jin and Jungkook arrive.”
He did exactly as he said, finishing on your face. His cum hit you right in between the eyebrows, like a perfect bulls-eye. Jimin used his slowly softening cock to spread it around your face, purposely messing up your makeup in the process.
Right on time, you heard people entering the room from the door behind you and you twisted around to see your gorgeous boyfriend, Seokjin, and his equally handsome friend, Jungkook. You could only imagine the mess you looked right now, naked, covered in Jimin’s cum and your own saliva. Your makeup was a mess and probably your hair too.
“Jimin-ah,” Jin said in mock irritation. “You’ve made such a mess of her already.”
“Just breaking her in a bit,” Jimin replied.
“I think she looks great,” Jungkook said, brightly. You made eye contact with him and both of you blushed slightly. You knew him the least, and he was also a few years younger than you so being in this state in front of him was particularly embarrassing.
“Have you been a good little whore for my friend, princess?” Jin asked you, eyeing the fluids on your face, neck, and chest.
“I think so,” you said, glancing over at Jimin.
“She’s been okay,” Jimin said, dismissively and you pouted at his words.
“Hey, none of that,” Jin admonished, as he gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. “No pouting.”
“I bet I can get that pout off her face, hyung,” Jungkook said, mischievously. You looked at the bunny-faced boy. “I bet her pussy’s barely been touched. Jimin-hyung is selfish like that. Isn’t that right?”
You nodded, hoping to convey the pathetic desperation you felt. You looked over at Jimin and he scoffed.
Jungkook crouched down to your eye level and took one of your breasts in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers, “How about this?” Jungkook proposed, sweetly, “I’ll let you ride me, but you have to promise not to cum, okay? Can you be a good girl and do that?”
“I can,” you said, eagerly, looking up at him and then to Seokjin. There was comfort in having him here.
Jungkook got back up and laid down on the bed, pulling his cock out and giving it a few strokes. You climbed on top of him, taking his erection in your fingers and lining it up with your entrance, before fully sheathing himself inside of you.
Both of you moaned at the same time and slowly you began to bounce on his cock.
“Fuck yes,” Jungkook said, watching your tits bounce as you rode him faster and faster. He reached up to grab them, squeezing tightly as he did so. You slowed down and yelped in pain. Jungkook did it again, grabbing your nipples and pinching them this time. Again, you let out a shriek of pain and pleasure.
Jin walked over and stood beside the two of you, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He pulled you by the hair, forcing you to look up at him, “You’re so fucking loud,” he admonished, “Do I have to stick my cock in your mouth to get you to shut the fuck up?”
“I’m sorry,” you said to Jin, insincerely. Truly, the thought of taking Jin in your mouth while Jungkook was in your pussy gave you a heady rush.
“I bet that’s exactly what you want,” Jin said, as if reading your mind. He knew you too well at this point. “How about I make you lick my balls instead?”
You opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out, letting him place them on your tongue. You licked them as best you could, while looking up at him.
“I’m gonna need you to do better than that, slut,” Jin said, and you took the opportunity to take his balls in your mouth completely, still massaging them with your tongue. “That’s better. That shut you up didn’t it?”
You said nothing, because it wasn’t as though you could, you could barely even breathe. You just moaned with him in your mouth. A few seconds later, he removed himself so you could finally get a lungful of oxygen.
Jin let you take a few gulps of air before sticking his cock in your mouth, he pushed himself straight to the back of your throat, knowing you could take it. Jungkook was thrusting up underneath and having two cocks inside of you at once was an amazing feeling.
Just then you felt someone behind you, obviously Jimin. He pushed you down slightly, and you felt him spread your ass cheeks apart with his hands. “Guess I’ll use the one hole you have left,” he said, “Lucky me.”
You felt him spread the warm lube on your asshole, and then push one finger in, pumping it a few times. He removed it and you heard him rip open a condom packet, and roll it over his hard erection. He put the tip of his cock right on your rear entrance and he pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. Once he was all the way in he stilled inside you, “You love having three cocks inside of you, don’t you, you dirty whore?”
You moaned with Seokjin’s cock in your mouth, your eyes rolling back. Jimin began pounding into your ass while Jungkook was doing the same to your pussy. Seokjin was straight up fucking your throat. The gagging sounds you were making were obscene. You truly felt like you were their little fucktoy, to be used as they pleased.
As they continued hammering away at all your holes, you felt your orgasm rushing up on you. You couldn’t have stopped it if you tried. You came all over Jungkook’s cock, shrieking around Seokjin’s and getting pounded by Jimin’s.
As soon as you came, Seokjin pulled himself out of your mouth, and gave you a smack across your face.
“Didn’t Jungkook tell you not to cum, you pathetic fucking slut?”
Before you could answer, Seokjin slapped you across the face again, while Jimin slapped your ass.
“Useless whore can’t even follow simple instructions,” Jimin said while pulling out of you.
“Get off Jungkook’s dick and clean up your mess, slut. Lick all your filthy cum off of it,” Jin said, harshly and you complied without complaint. You got up off of Jungkook on your shaky knees and moved back, then leaned down and began cleaning up his cock with your tongue, your face burning slightly with embarrassment.
“That’s right,” Jungkook said, with a mischievous smile on his face, as he watched you licking him up. You were meticulous in your duty, licking every morsel of cum off of him. Once you were done, you sat up and looked around at the men shyly.
“Good girl,” Jungkook said, and you blushed at the praise. “But you still need to be punished. I think since you wanted to cum so badly, you should cum over and over again.”
Right when he said that, Jimin grabbed you and pushed you down on your back on the bed, holding your arms down so you couldn’t use them. Jungkook then grabbed your thighs and forced them apart, holding them open. Evidently, they had discussed this particular punishment in advance, since Jin appeared holding what you recognized as your own vibrator.
“No!” You protested, struggling against the strength of the two handsome men who were holding you down, but it was no use.
“Disobedient whores get punished,” Jimin said, simply. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, holding them together over your head. With this free hand, he reached down and gave your pussy a harsh smack.
You screamed and tried to bring your legs together, but Jungkook easily kept them apart, keeping your wet cunt exposed for all of them. Jimin gave your pussy another smack, and then another, until you were sobbing out an apology.
“I’m s-sorry,” you said, with tears running down your temples and into your hair, “I’m so sorry, please stop.”
Jimin pinched your clitoris between this thumb and his forefinger, “Who the fuck said you were allowed to tell us to stop? Hmm? Don’t you know you’re our fucktoy? We decide when this is over.” That wasn’t technically true, of course, you could safeword out anytime but what he was saying had you gushing.
“Yes, you’re r-right, I’m sorry,” you cried, and Jimin let go of your clit, finally giving you some relief.
Jungkook was still holding your legs apart. He was staring at your drenched pussy when he had an idea.
“Instead, how about Jimin-hyung and I fuck this pussy together?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.
You felt a mixture of fear and arousal at the thought of it. Could you take them both? Jungkook’s cock was thinner, but it was long, whereas Jimin’s was shorter but thick. The thought of them both pounding your pussy excited you like crazy.
You looked up at Jin, wondering if he’d protest but he just smiled instead.
“Go ahead. That’s what whores are for. We’re not done here until we’ve properly abused all your holes. They can both take your pussy and then later I can fill that dirty cunt until it’s leaking out all of our cum.”
You shiver at his words, eyeing him sensually but also making sure to give him your soft and obedient eyes he loved so much. A soft hand brushes over your cheek, your attention quickly turns to Jimin who demands your attention while biting his lower lip. “I’m going to need you to sit on Jungkook’s cock facing the opposite wall and then I want you to lay back onto his chest while he sits back on the pillows. Do you think your pretty pussy can take the stretch? Hm?”
Wanting nothing more than to please them all, you nod without hesitation and do exactly as he’s asked without missing a beat. Jungkook had been eagerly waiting the entire time, eyes glazed over and sense heightened from the smell of sex in the air. As he makes himself comfortable, you feel exposed while Jimin and Jin run their hand over their cocks slowly. You can tell they’re hurting, their red and weeping tips making you hungry.
Jungkook’s hands on your hips draw your attention and looking back at him you see his eyes are totally focused on your ass and nothing else. You get into place and straddle him all the while looking right into Jimin’s eyes. “Like this?,” you tease earning a low warning growl from him. You turn away from his intimidating glare letting Jungkook line himself up to your slit before pulling you down. He doesn’t wait until you’ve caught your breath, already on his second stroke when Jimin makes his appearance.
“Now lay back.” Jimin pushes on your chest softly and Jungkook’s hand supports your back. Soft kisses are placed over your shoulder from the man whose length is still buried deep inside of you, and you adjust your legs so they are not stretching in an uncomfortable way. Jungkook’s lips distract you, nosing along your jawline and ear lobe distracting from the fact that Jimin is crawling up the bed between your thighs. When he presses the head of his cock onto your clit you jolt. You start to wonder if you really could do this, if your body was able to take two men at once. “I think I’m going to need help,” you whimper, alerting Jin. He locks eyes with Jimin and with unsaid words Jimin already knows what to do. He licks two of his fingers and brings them down to the hood of your pussy where he begins to rub it in slow circles. At the same time Jungkook moves once again and the squelching sounds you hear in this position are embarrassing. You’re so lost in the feeling that when Jimin slips in a finger to join Jungkook’s dick you squeal.
“Hush, whore. I know you can take this. Right? You want to be our good girl, don't you?”
The truth was you wanted nothing more than to be used like the horny little bitch you were, and if that meant being stretched by two cocks, so be it. You feel his finger finesse your opening, your arousal making it easy for him to slip in an entire finger. Jin’s cock was quite large and girthy so this wasn’t too bad. But when he slips in another you have to bite your lip to hold back your cry. You can feel this like nothing else, your tears slipping down and lip bleeding from the new feeling. The men immediately detect this, rushing to ease your pain. Jimin kisses you slow and deep while Jungkook massages your nipples. Just when you think you’re about to throw in the towel you hear Jin’s voice low and gravelly voice in your ear.
“If you can do this for me, I’d be so pleased with you. I can already tell your cunt wants it. Look how your body responds, how your nipples pebble and cum coats Jungkook’s dick. I bet you could take three cocks, couldn’t you, princess?”
It’s all you need, his praises urging you to widen your legs and relax your hole. Jimin senses this, his second finger now fully fitting inside of you. The burn is insane, but you’re so turned on by the fact that your boyfriend loves it you can’t help but to want to please him. “That’s a good girl,” Jungkook whispers along the shell of your ear, his tongue and teeth biting the flesh while his hips begin their torturous rhythm once again. You can feel Jimin’s thick fingers rub against you while you’re being thrust into and suddenly it’s not enough.
“P-please. I need more. I want more. Fuck me like your dirty cocksleeve. PLEASE!”
A wicked grin appears on Jimin’s face and not needing more permission, he puts the head of his cock at your entrance and leans forward. One hand holding him up, he kisses you deep, shoving his tongue so far inside your mouth you almost gag. In this exact moment, Jimin pushes the head down and slides it into you at a slow, excruciating pace. The feeling is too much and even Jungkook groans behind you. Jimin swallows your cries as he feels himself getting deeper and deeper.
You pull away from his kiss, a guttural cry escaping you. You have never felt so full and it aches just as much as it feels incredible. The three of you are motionless for at least two minutes until Jimin’s tongue on your neck brings you back to reality. He makes a move to pull back and the three of you moan.
“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good.” Jin rewards you with his words, his cock so thick in his hand he could cum at just the sound of your voice. He’s holding on to his last thread of sanity while watching his best girl get ruined by his two friends. He’s never seen anything sexier in his life. The palm of his hand is soaked and he chuckles under his breath at how easily he’s coming undone. He doesn’t remember the last time he lost his composure so quickly.
Jimin and Jungkook have already gathered their stride. You’re sandwiched between them, a pathetic sobbing mess with drool falling out of your mouth, the feel of two cocks destroying your needy pussy. It amazes you how quickly you’ve adjusted and are taking them both without so much as a complaint. “That’s a good girl, so sloppy...f-fuck…”
Jimin is losing his mind, your fucked out face making him want to go faster. Jungkook behind you lays with his eyes closed, his hands busy on your breasts. He barely had to move, his older friend’s hips doing the work for him. You feel amazing on his body, your hands reaching up and back, fingers buried in his locks while begging him to fuck you. He was in heaven.
“Jimin, I bet this baby would love it if you spit on her mouth. She’s already drooling all over my chest. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine.”
Before Jimin even demands it, you open your mouth, tongue hanging out like a filthy prostitute. You loved every minute of it. Jimin isn’t so kind when he sees your shamelessness. His hand comes up to squeeze your jaw and it actually makes you panic for a moment. When you check to see if you’ve upset him, his eyes make you cower in fear. He leans right up to your face and opens his mouth, his tongue against your bottom lip as his spit falls freely into your own. The warm liquid seeps down your tongue and into your throat. When you go to swallow, he sharply thrusts and you choke.
“See that, Kook? This bitch doesn't play nice. I think she needs to be taught a lesson.” Jimin’s hips start an unforgiving pace, while Jungkook holds your head back by the hair. The tug feels good against your scalp as do the countless sensations you’re being assaulted with. A bite on your shoulder has you reeling, your legs shaking with the way your orgasm is so close. They never said whether or not you could cum and you become hesitant to release.
“Can I...can I c-cummm? Please?” You’re begging now, unashamed and desperate. “No.” comes the voice of your boyfriend from somewhere in the room. At this point you don’t even know where he is or what he’s doing but you can’t focus on that now. You almost yell back and demand to cum, wanting to complain that he’s being unfair because honestly you really weren’t going to be able to hold it back even if you tried. And then you do, the force of it so powerful it rocks your body. You shake uncontrollably while the men above and below you follow right behind, and you feel it. You can feel every ounce of semen filling you, the gush unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
If you thought Seokjin would give you any kind of reprieve after the assault on your pussy at the hands of his younger friends, you were wrong. You had barely had a chance to get your bearings together when your boyfriend commands the boys to remove themselves from you and leave. It was only you and him now. As you lie on the bed, face flushed and sweaty, he makes his way up the bed and between your legs. He sits back and watches you catch your breath admiring the way your breasts move up and down with the action. You’ve never looked more stunning. He can see the semen leaking out of your holes, the image making him even more hungry than before. Watching you get fucked by his friends had been pleasurable and erotic, but when you all came together, he almost lost his own control. Swiping a finger over your swollen and sensitive cunt, he brings the dirty finger up to his mouth and kitten licks over the cum.
“You’ve done such a wonderful job, baby. I am so very proud of you. Do you know what would make me even prouder?”
Barely able to talk, you watch him silently, the last of your strength stolen from you with the orgasm you had moments ago. It was obvious what he meant, the tent in his pants and lust in his eyes giving you all the proof. “Jin, I don’t think I ca-”
“You can, and you will. Now open up this greedy hole. This is my pussy and although I was nice enough to share it, I get to ruin it last. You’re going to be the best girl for me, I just know it. Let Jinnie push his cum deep inside of you...feel my cock bulging from your stomach...you’d love it, being my dirty bitch...wouldn’t you, baby?”
Whatever argument you thought you would present was completely overridden by the determined look in his eyes. Before you can protest, he turns you on your belly and lifts your hips up off the mattress. The position he places you in causes the cum inside of you to leak out drawing a sharp hiss from Jin. “Fuck, this looks even better. Let me fill you up more, baby. I wonder...if you got pregnant...who do you think the father would be?”
He chuckles sadistically as he presses your neck down harshly. You don’t feel much since your body is already spent, so when he presses himself into you and thrusts forward, you almost scream at the intrusion. Impossibly, you felt fuller, the added girth of your lover’s dick sloshing around the semen inside of you causing the sound to be heard loud and clear in the air. He wasn’t being your soft Jin, no, he was fucking you like a dirty, cheap, whore, and the more you thought on it, the tighter you squeezed.
“Shit, baby. This turns you on, huh? Fucked by three dicks and your sloppy pussy is still begging for more?”
He continues to onslaught without stuttering and you wonder how he had so much self-control when he had obviously been turned on prior to taking you. Already so close to orgams, you whimper out in oversensitivity when his fingers come around to run your clit. His touch lingers somewhere between pain and pleasure, so you roll your hips back against him, the slapping of the back of your thighs against his pelvis getting you even closer to the edge. His forceful thrusts jolt your body forward making it hard to keep your chest off the bed. You fall forward completely and Jin follows, the weight of his body welcome. He doesn’t stop drilling himself into you determined to cum at the same time as you do.
“Tell me you’re close, baby, I can feel you sucking me in. You ready for my cum, slut? Hm?”
“Yes! Fuck! God, yes… I want it… I want it!”
Grabbing your ass, Jin spreads you wide and gets up on his knees, his relentless pace ripping cries from your lips. You’re drooling all over the sheets below you, your lower back already in pain from the flexed position you’re in, but it all feels so good and all you can focus on is the orgasm hovering within your grasp.
“Then fucking cum, whore and take my cum. Wanna feel this dirty pussy milk my cock….”
His word held a command you couldn't explain and like the obedient slut you are, you cum. When you feel him swell and release along with you, a guttural cry escapes you, body convulsing with several orgasms. You’d been used so many times that the oversensitivity made this so much more intense. You feel when he releases inside of you, the grip he had on your hips ensuring you didn’t pull away as he coated every inch of your spent hole. After a few more thrusts you begin to feel the hot semen sliding out of you and onto your inner thigh. When Jin had finished, he fell to the side of the bed allowing you to also fall down on your belly. Your entire body felt like a heavy weight and your arms felt like noodles. There was no way you’d be able to get up and clean yourself up so you were glad when Jimin poked his head back inside.
“Sounds like this poor baby needs to be loved.”
You looked at him as he made his way over to your naked, exhausted body, a damp washcloth in his hand. As he reached out, about to wipe up the mess that was all over you, really, you recoiled slightly.
Jimin froze, a smirk threatening to break out on his lips, “You’re not feeling shy now are you? After all that?”
You realised how silly you were being and shook your head, relaxing and allowing Jimin to use the warm cloth to clean you up as best he could. He was surprisingly gentle and you appreciated the fact that he was being so sweet with you now that everything was over.
“You don’t need to do this,” you said softly, your eyes closing despite themselves, the lull of sleep so close to overtaking you.
“Of course I do,” Jimin replied, simply.
Jungkook bounded back into the room just then, holding a glass of water for you. As tired as you were, you hadn’t realised you were also extremely thirsty. You sat up and took the glass from his hand, drinking half of it in a few gulps.
“Thanks,” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand when you were done. Jungkook looked pleased with himself and gave Jimin a look. It seemed the younger boy was competitive about this as well.
You laid back down and Seokjin pulled you close to him, giving you a kiss on the temple.
“Are you alright?” He asked. The concern in his voice was endearing, considering how he’d been talking to you for the past couple hours.
“Yeah I’m good,” you replied, snuggling into his broad chest, the place where you felt safest.
“Good,” he said.
“Good enough to do it again sometime,” you mumbled into his chest.
Seokjin bit back a laugh, “Damn, I didn’t know you were so greedy,” you heard, right as you fell asleep.
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Classified Nights ➵ JJK
"𝒮𝑒𝓍 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻.."
Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, dad!Jungkook, Mom!Reader
Warnings: foul language, cursing, exhibitionism? (Not really because their son is asleep), heavy makeouts, teasing, vaginal sex, cowgirl, vaginal penetration (they're married, chill), Dom!Jungkook, bratty sub!Reader
A/n: this was an idea I got some time ago, courtesy of Jungkook's karaoke live while he's laying down with Bam.
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“Tell me what you want.” His chocolate eyes pleaded, but nothing escaped his breath. His lips flatten to a straight line, quivering outwards to give you some sort of hint to what he’d been playing at.
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Pairing: Jung Kook x Male Reader
Dom Top: Jung Kook, Sub Bottom: Male Reader
Tags: Oral sex (JK! Receiving), thigh riding, dirty talk, muscle bunny! JK, praise kink, subspace, aftercare, very light degradation
You and Jungkook laid in bed watching a movie, though your eyes couldn't focus on the TV. You rubbed your hand over his muscular thighs, moving it close to his cock but not quite close enough. Jungkook looked at you questionably.
"What are you doing, M/N?"
You removed your hand and looked back at the TV, trying to work him up.
"Nothing." you replied casually.
Jungkook moved his hand to your chin and moved your head roughly. He wanted you to look at him.
"Are you sure about that, baby boy?"
You gulped and tried to look away, but his grip on your chin tightened to keep your head in place. You opened your mouth slightly and averted your gaze down to his cock.
"Oh, you want my cock in your greedy mouth?" Jungkook teased, "How could I say no to a boy as cute as you?"
He let go of your chin and unfastened his jeans, pulling his semi-hard cock out of his boxers.
"Go on then, baby. Take what you want." he prompted.
You moved between his legs and rested your hands on his thick thighs, taking his balls between your lips and sucking. He wasted no time in gripping your hair, squeezing his thighs against your head to keep you in place and grabbing his cock to jerk off.
"Are you gonna make me do all the work, pretty?" he asked, loosening his thighs, "Come on, make Jungkookie feel good."
You started sucking harder, moving one hand to replace the one Jungkook was using to jerk off, putting so much effort into making your dom cum.
"That's it, M/N. Just like that, baby." he moaned, stroking your hair softly, "I'm getting so close, pretty. You're doing so well."
Before long, he was cumming down your throat, ordering you to swallow it all as you desperately rutted your clothed cock against the bedsheets.
Jungkook put his softening cock back in his jeans and boxers before reaching down and lifting you onto his thigh.
"Ride my thigh, baby boy. Hump me until you cum." he whispered in your ear through gritted teeth.
You immediately obeyed, laying over him and rutting yourself against his muscular thigh, moaning over and over again.
"That's it, M/N, get yourself off on Jungkookie's thigh. Make yourself cum in your boxers, get yourself all sticky for me." Jungkook spoke, making you move your hips pathetically faster, desperate to cum; desperate to be your boyfriend's good boy.
"J-Jungkookie!" you moaned out, "'M gonna cum, oh! Please, please!"
"Go on, baby. Cum for me. Cum so hard just from humping my thigh."
Your body shook as you were pushed over the edge, squirting hot, white cum into your boxers and making pretty noises that Jungkook never wanted to stop hearing.
It had to end eventually though, as you collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy and body sensitive. Jungkook ran his hand along your back, trying his best to help you down from your high.
Once you had caught your breath, he asked "Are you ready to go shower, baby?" and you nodded, eyes glassy and mind barely there.
Jungkook noticed, carrying you to the shower and washing you so gently; letting you stare at his thighs while he moved on to washing himself.
Once you were both showered, he wrapped towels around both of you and carried you back to the bedroom, glad the sheets didn't get messy.
He dressed you in comfy pajamas and kissed you softly, cuddling you until you came out of subspace.
"That felt so good, Jungkookie..." you said quietly, "Your thighs are so hot."
Jungkook just giggled and smiled at you fondly.
"Oh, yeah?" he responded, "How hot?"
"Hot enough to make me desperate, that's for sure."
The bunny boy smirked and cuddled you impossibly closer, both of you feeling all soft and cosy.
You would definitely be doing this again some other time.
#top jungkook#bottom male reader#dom jungkook#sub male reader#bts x male reader#jungkook x male reader#thigh riding#praise#subspace#aftercare#bts
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ART
Warnings: Soft dom jk, whiney sub reader, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), tattoo artist jk (yes it's a warning) idk now tell me if I missed something and yeah hot jk
Pairing: tattoo artist!jk × fem reader
Genre: smut with teeny bit of romance
Summary: Your nervous self decides to get a tattoo. Unexpectedly you catch the attention of the tattoo artist. You are certain it doesn't stop there.
Wc: 2k+
A/n: someone needs to help me get over tatted jungkook. That mf literally walks around as if he isn't affecting us by any means like tf?
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The soul becomes dyed,
By the color of its thoughts.
For a nineteen-year-old, you were quite mature. Art fascinated you more than it should. For you, everything was a form of art. So you decided to ink your body and satisfy your soul doing it.
Reaching the tattoo parlor, the least you expected was an empty studio.
You pushed the door and stepped in to be welcomed by a chilled air-conditioned atmosphere and no one. The register book was open. Taking a close look at it, you found different tattoo designs scattered over the desk.
Your hand brushed the smooth butter paper, tracing the outline of a design. You felt something, goosebumps all over your body. Your connection with art was indescribable. You kept your handbag on the desk and collected the papers. Some of the designs were complete, intricate, and beautiful; while others, felt like they were missing something.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" His hoarse voice startled you. There was an awkward silence before you heard his footsteps clicking on the cold tiles of the floor. You wanted to turn and take a look at the owner of the voice but, you couldn't. Something about his aura and the chilled air didn't let you.
His silhouette loomed over you and you felt his presence behind you; physically this time. His arm slightly brushed yours while he tried to examine the designs. You felt trapped. Between his arms and, between your wants and your uncertainties.
You turned your face, hesitant at first. And yet again you were trapped in his onyx depth. "Beautiful," you couldn't help yourself.
"Its you."
"Huh?"
"Your reflection in my eyes is beautiful," his hands trailed closer to your waist and his face inched forward.
But before anything could happen, you placed your palms on his chest and fake coughed to show your disapproval.
"I- I am sorry," he kindly apologized.
"It's okay," you smiled at him.
He couldn't let his eyes wander off your face. Even in the darkest of nights, might your face be the bright source of light, he thought. You tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. Searching for words to speak, you found nothing.
"Hi, I'm Jungkook," he smiled.
"Hi, Jungkook, I'm Y/N."
"Cool," he stepped away from you and you sulked at the loss of that feeling that you just felt.
"Okay, so I will go set up the table and get the necessary stuff, till then you can sit here and go through the designs." He said and walked to the narrow corridor which you assumed would be taking you to the work room.
You sat there, looking at the designs and wondering what must be lying under that black woolen sweater. On the other hand, all Jungkook could think was how the ink would look on your divine body, how he wished he could color you in his love and passion. The color you red.
He smothers the sheets and gets spirit, design paper, and the machine as well. "Are you ready?" He called for you.
"Yes," you walked into the room, silence engulfing you. It was a rather clean table in a messy room. The showcase was modern, the LED had some reality show going on, and there were various designs pinned to the walls. They were incredible. Each of them held some kind of significance. Each tattoo had a symbolic meaning behind it.
"So, let's sit and decide? Or if you have something planned already, we can go ahead with it as well," he said.
"I had something on my mind but, now I want you to draw on your own accords. Looks like anything you draw defines art."
He smiled at your sudden bashfulness. "Sure, if you say so." He shrugged.
You sat on the bed-like table. "Where are you planning to get the tattoo?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Back? Is it okay?"
"More than okay," he smiled, showcasing his bunny teeth.
You turned your back towards him and started peeling off your top. Slowly and gradually you dropped each strip. This was testing Jungkook's patience. He hooked his finger in your bra strap and pushed it down. You gasped at this action of his. Turning your head, you captured his sweet reaction.
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and mumbled a 'sorry'. You flashed a smile at him and continued stripping yourself further. His hand smoothed the skin on your shoulder as his fingers trailed nether. You arched your back and looked up at the ceiling.
He delicately took hold of your wavy waist-lengthed hair and tied them to a bun. Dipping the pads in alcohol, he rubbed it on your bare skin. The freezing liquid harmlessly burned your skin. Then wiping it with a towel he began with his business of designing your skin.
An hour later when he was done, he left your side to clean the machine and wash his hands, while you sat there marvelling at what it looked like. You were sure, this must be a piece of art as well but the intensity of the significance of the design intrigued you.
He dried his hand and took off his apron. You were struggling to get a glimpse of your new tattoo.
"Do you want me to click a picture for you?" He chuckled.
"Would you?"
"Sure," he smiled taking his phone out of his back pocket.
He clicked a picture and revealed it to you.
You were out of words for this masterpiece. He just chuckled at your amusement.
Paying for your tattoo, you left the studio.
"Y/N!"
You turned to see Jungkook taking long strides in your direction.
"Your number?" Presenting his phone, he looks away shyly.
You dialed your number and called yourself.
Well, that's how it began. Hangouts to coffee dates to a lot more than you could interpret and imagine.
"Fuck you look so pretty," he said, his hand gripping your waist. You were sure it will leave imprints behind but did you care?
No!
You wiggled in his lap as he did a quick work of undressing you. His cold fingers brushed your bare shoulders, tracing their way down to your arms and intertwining your finger. He kissed the back of your palms. "I like you like this; bare and vulnerable."
You started grinding your ass on his hard-on. You swear to God you felt him grow harder than he already was. He sensually kissed your shoulder and went further down, kissing your tattoos. You arched your back and sighed.
He locked both your hands in his hand behind your back and used his other hand to massage your breast while sucking at your neck. You couldn't help the string of moans and expletives that left your mouth. He smacked your thigh signalling you to get up and so you did. Turning around to look at him, you found him shirtless and eager to bed you. Your lips did the job of eliminating the gap between the both of you.
Your bodies were so close, that it seemed like you had unified. "Jungko-" he swallowed any and every word you have in your throat as he dives in for your mouth. He kisses you, and invades the space in your lungs, making you drown in him. You take a deep breath to anchor yourself. but all you end up doing is inhale more of him, his tongue slipping inside. He tastes like strawberries.
Gripping your thigh, he secures it around his waist. ''Jump," he commanded. You jumped at the cue and wrapped your legs securely around his waist. You felt his hard erection pressing against your body. You moaned at the feeling as he smirked at you.
"I love how responsive you are to such small touches," he sucked on your neck while walking to his bed.
You just whine in response. Well, what else could you do? Your bare front was pressed against his bare torso, your nether region was pressed against his hard-on, his thin but soft lips were sucking at your neck and everything felt so good that you couldn't speak.
He gently placed you on the bed and looked at you while getting rid of his pants and boxers. You grope the flesh on your chest as you look at him.
"Eager, aren't we?" You do not miss the cocky grin that appears on his face.
"Yes, now fuck me," you pleaded, expecting him to fuck you. But he was Jungkook.
He knelt in the front of the bed and grabbed your ankle jerking you suddenly. You sat and bent down to kiss him. His hands on your waist slid down to massage your thighs and coax them open. Kneading your inner thigh, you felt him very close to the spot but this man here won't give it to you easily.
"Just do it already," you whined pushing your lower half on his hand. His fingers traced your slit and felt the wetness.
"No fun," he parted your lips and gathered the slick. You threw your head back and sighed in relief. His finger prodded at your entrance before slowly entering in. He heard you screaming 'Jungkook' and smirked moving his fingers smoothly.
Adding another finger, he looked at your face. Your eyes closed tight, lips parted, head thrown back...you looked angelic. His third finger joined in and you gripped his wrist tightly. Biting your lip you muttered a 'no'.
"Baby," you could hear the warning in his voice, "have to prepare you for later. Be a good girl and take it," his fingers did a good work of stretching you open for his dick. You clenched around his finger and pulled them out instantly.
"Why?" You whined again for God knows how many times. He stood between your legs and grabbed his painfully hard cock, stroking it to fullness. The slick made it messy but you liked it.
You settled on the bed and waited for his move. He settled his legs on either side of your body and took hold of his cock aligning it at your entrance.
"Just do it, Kook," you had lost your patience.
He rubbed it at your clit and gathered the wetness, entering in with a swift motion. You moaned his name and scratched his back. He grunted as your walls enveloped him and your heat clenched around him.
His hips moved rhythmically, reaching the spot and making you feel like you were in heaven. "Jungkook, faster," you tapped his shoulder.
But this bitch was always up for teasing you. As if on cue, he slowed down. You could feel his cock dragging your walls, you could feel the veins on his cock, each drag taking you closer to your euphoria.
Suddenly he paced, you were a mess now. Blabbering incoherent words. "Kiss me," you demanded. He looked in your eyes and kissed your cheek. "Kookie kiss me please," he grinned and kissed the corner of your mouth.
You wrapped your legs around his hips and pouted. Your teary eyes looked up at him, "Kookie kiss me, please," you were so whiney today.
"Does my baby deserve to be kissed?" How you wished you could rub that smirk off his face.
"Yes, I deserve it,"
"Why?"
"Because I love you!"
He wouldn't admit it, but he did feel his stomach doing silly back flips. So, he showed you instead; he captured your lips in a careless kiss, it was filthy to say the least. That was all you needed to get closer to your already ebbed orgasm.
"Jungkook I'm close,"
"Hold on babes," he started rutting at an unimaginable pace.
"I cannot," you whined yet again.
His hips moving at such a speed, his mouth sucking at your neck, that was it. You came, your orgasm making you feel like paradise. You clenched hard making Jungkook groan at the tightness.
"Fuck baby, did you cum?" His moments never slowed.
"Sorry" you moaned. His cock was now overstimulating you.
"Don't be sorry, but you could have waited," he fastens.
"Aah Jungkook, stop I can't take it!" You shivered.
"Just a moment babes, I'm done."
After a few more thrusts he pulled out and came on your stomach. Tired from the activity he laid down beside you.
"Did I hurt you, baby?" He was genuinely concerned.
"No," you smiled and closed your eyes.
He grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and wiped the cum off your abdomen and cleaned your thighs and privates.
Later he pulled you close to him. You snuggled closer to him seeking comfort and warmth. "I love you," he kissed your forehead and you both drifted off to sleep.
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little monster
by: carameLIZed_suga
pairing: jimin/jungkook
info: one shot (13,932)
tags: Alternate Universe / Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot / Attempt at Humor / Top Jeon Jungkook / Bottom Park Jimin (BTS) / Light Dom/sub / Dom Jeon Jungkook / Sub Park Jimin (BTS) / Park Jimin is a Brat (BTS) / Spanking / Size Difference / Size Kink / They are both idiots somehow
summary: Jimin finds out his ex cheated on him during their relationship, so naturally he decides to pay the asshole a visit to give him a piece of mind, only to discover – after banging on the door for solid ten minutes – that his ex has moved and a very hot tattooed guy is living there now, who’s not amused that Jimin is making a scene in front of his apartment.
Or: The new resident of his ex’s apartment fucks Jimin better than his ex ever did.
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the waves | birthday special (m)
➸ pairing: surfing instructor!jungkook x f. reader
➸ word count: 7.2k (oops)
➸ genres: s2fwb-ish au, pwp, smut, a bit of humor at the start, fluff at the end if you squint hard enough
➸ rating: M — Minors do not interact!
➸ summary: After your best friend forcefully dragged you to take surfing lessons during your vacation, things suddenly took the wrong turn when a thick cloud of sexual tension spurs you and your surfing instructor. Or was it really a wrong turn?
➸ warnings: it goes from 0 to 100 FAST, jimin makes a quick appearance in the beginning, reader almost drowns, dom kook, big dick kook, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), public sex (they literally did it at the beach lmao), exhibitionism, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, dry humping, multiple orgasms, slight overstim., sir kink, praise kink, humiliation, dumbification, dirty talk, degradation kink, name calling (uses of slut, whore, bitch, etc.), water sports squirting, fingering, oral (m. receiving), slight boob play, brief mention of anal, kissing, rough sex, IT'S JUST BASICALLY AN INTENSE ROUND OF FUCKING GOODBYE
➸ author's note: hello! new account here and this is the first fic i've ever posted in celebration for koo's birthday :)) got this idea from a real-life experience a few months ago. apologies in advance for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes i didn't notice (lmk if i missed any warnings/tags too!) feedback/comments will be highly appreciated! happy reading <33
"I don't even know how to fucking swim!"
Like a toddler, you loudly wailed in protest at the man in front of you. He merely chuckled at your futile complaint before giving three reassuring pats on your shoulder.
"Who said you're going to swim? All you do is basically stand up on a board and ride the waves!" To his disappointment, his light-hearted consolation was brushed off as you heaved out a scoff stuffed with irony.
"Yeah, right. You talk as if I won't fuck shit up."
"Because you won't! You slay in everything. You know that."
"For fuck's sake, Jimin, you don't even know what surfing is like yourself!"
"Hey, you're gonna thank me if you suddenly become the real-life Merliah from Barbie In A Mermaid Tale once you become an expert at this!"
"You're already dead meat to me before that bullshit even happe—"
"Ms. Y/N?"
Both you and your best friend froze the moment you heard the strange, yet quite charming voice of a man. The both of you simultaneously turned around only to be greeted by... a Greek God?
You squinted your eyes. Once — no twice, maybe thrice? You didn't know. The only fact you were aware of at that moment was that he appeared too heavenly to be an underpaid surfing instructor by the lazy beach side.
Jimin nudged you by the shoulder a bit too eagerly. You knew that signal, and from there on, he gave you that look.
The look that you'd found treasure buried underneath the sand.
Your mouth went dry, your throat suddenly growing tight, and your voice disappearing like faint dust. You were in denial at that moment. His looks were enough to make him a qualified model for Vogue! There's no way you deserve to be instructed by someone as hot as hi—
"You're Y/N, aren't you? I'll be your surfing instructor for today." Maybe the staring erupted some awkward tension between the two of you. Shit, did he notice the way your eyes shamelessly ogled his figure? Or the way your throat visibly formed large lumps? You desperately hoped not. You gave a quick glance to your best friend before busting out a grin and laughing nervously to fill in the quiet space between the two of you.
You squeaked in utter embarrassment, "Yes."
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Jungkook, by the way." He smiled gently before lending out his hand for a brief handshake. The gesture itself was already enough to have your insides melting for him. He's already too perfect.
You abruptly felt Jimin leaning in to whisper quietly in your ear. "The room is all yours later. Just call me when you're done with him."
Before you could fully react to his statement, he was already walking backwards while waving at you with the shittiest smile plastered on that cunning face of his.
"Have fun!" He yelled, radiating his support despite being a far distance away from you.
"...Lastly, this little guy underneath the board is the fin. Some boards have three fins on them, but since you're only a beginner, you're going to be good enough with one," Jungkook explained the last part featured on the large surfboard standing in front of you as if he was explaining human anatomy. Nodding quietly, you nibbled with the lower part of your lip as you acknowledged his words, focusing on your primary task at hand that was to not get distracted with the instructor's muscles bulging through the sleeves of his dark swimsuit.
God, if you were already getting a visual preview of the divine sculpture hidden beneath the layers of spandex, you wonder whether there was more to the eye than the almost inappropriate thoughts circling around the beauty in front of you.
Oh — and would you look at that! You caught a glimpse of the intricate designs of ink delicately wrapped around his calloused fingers, and a brief portion of the full sleeve tattoo that you presumed he had. It all made your mind daze itself in a messy whirlpool, head clouded within a frenzy of thoughts as you zoned out for a moment. You had to breathe, and this man standing still within your vicinity was only making things worse.
"Ms. Y/N?" You heard your instructor call you. Your heart fluttered, but you were determined to ignore the feelings of admiration you had for this man if you wanted to let this lesson go smoothly. "You were staring blankly ahead for a few seconds," Jungkook chuckled at your zoned out expression before motioning you towards the surfboard that was now laid out against the sand. "I need to know which side you're used to facing when you start surfing later," he stated.
With that, you stepped on the board as your instincts guide you to face at your right side. It was settled, then. Jungkook was fast in getting back to demonstration as he taught you how your position ought to be by the time you're within the waters for real.
"Now, try getting up," Jungkook instructed.
Hence, you did exactly what you have learned from the past five minutes. You're laying on your chest with the starting position Jungkook had taught you, now steadily pushing your upper body away from the board as you bring your left foot upfront, finally getting into the final position before you hear Jungkook clapping from behind.
He marveled, "That's great! You're definitely ready to be out there." You couldn't help but smile at his praise, feeling validated that you weren't looking like an incompetent fool in front of him. He suddenly squatted down by your right foot, taking the leash that was attached to the board and tied it right above your ankle. The foreign sensation of his touch just barely grazing over your skin was enough to have you flinching. It was warm, subtle, yet you could still feel the rough patches on his fingers. Shivers were running down your spine with goosebumps prickling on the surface — God, you were extremely sensitive or him.
It merely took seconds for Jungkook to secure the strap on you, heaving a sigh before getting back on his feet. "It's not too tight, is it?" He asked. "We don't want the board drifting away from you." You shook your head, unbothered with being attached to a heavy weighing board at the moment. Soon enough, Jungkook was already carrying the long board with one grip as the both of you began dragging yourselves to the depths of the sea. It was difficult to control your movements, for the waves were being rebellious against your motions — not to mention the salty seawater splashing on your face the deeper you and Jungkook went.
He finally came to a halt, making sure the water was still shallow for your height as he was fully aware that beginners like you will take time adjusting to an intense sport like this. He patted the board, signalling you to get on before any waves approach you.
"Move backwards," he instructed, and you obeyed, scooting closer to the tail of the board. However, your feet were still far from the end of the board, so Jungkook ultimately had no choice but to firmly grab your legs and drag you further towards the edge. You yelped in surprise, which was thankfully left unnoticed by Jungkook who was now pushing the board deeper. It didn't take long for him to find the perfect spot for you, finally turning the board around so you can face the shore ahead of you. You gulped, abruptly feeling the surge of anxiety pumping through your veins, wondering whether you'd even be able to stand up on the board for more than three seconds or not, especially with the notable amount of people with you, it was harder to get your mind out of the gutter.
It wasn't until Jungkook had interrupted your thoughts, that it made you forget how to breathe for a nanosecond. "Do you remember what I taught you?" You nodded hastily. "Yeah."
"When I say ready, get in your ready position, and once you hear me say go, stand up as fast as you can. Get it?" Jungkook reminded, and all you could do was gesture a nod once again. After all, there was a large lump clogging your throat, and you didn't really have the enthusiasm in you to reply to him.
A few seconds had passed, and Jungkook saw your first wave coming. "Ready," he remarked. You recall what he demonstrated to you, imitating the vivid image playing in your head while you held your breath.
He was already pushing the board away along with the wave's force. "Go!" He yelled, and there you were clumsily pushing yourself up. You managed to stand up on the board, about to smile to yourself for your memorable success until it didn't take another second for you to gain impact with the salty water.
You were grateful you were prepared for the fall, at least, but it didn't stop the embarrassment from rushing to your face. Jungkook swam to where you were, checking whether you had possibly inhaled any of the water. To his relief, though, you were fine.
"You okay?" He couldn't help but ask, and you gave him a firm nod, lending the board to him so he can push it back to your initial position.
Patting the board, he instructed once again, "Get on." You did as he told you, making your body parallel with the surface as you made yourself comfortable. "Move backwards." That familiar command finds its way to your ears once again, and this time, you scoot yourself over the right place this time, earning an unexpected praise from your instructor.
"Good girl."
You could've sworn to the heavens above you that you almost let out a choked cough if it hadn't been for the way you immediately swallowed upon hearing his words. Choosing to ignore it, you simply laid the side of your head against the board instead as Jungkook quietly pushed you to deeper lengths, noticing the wave that's merely beginning to form beyond the distance.
"Are you ready for another round?"
"Yeah."
"You're impressive," he stated, "Not everyone gets it on their second try, you know?"
"Was that why so many people were cheering earlier?" You couldn't help but chuckle, your pride overflowing with joy when you finally cracked a toothy grin towards Jungkook. "I guess you could say so," he replied.
At first glance, Jungkook knew you were merely another one of the women he's taught before just with the way your eyes have turned smitten the moment they landed on him. It was a reaction he became all too familiar with. He couldn't help it — even Jungkook himself knew how much he stood out among his co-workers, and he had to eventually face the consequences for it one way or another.
However, he thought you were cute.
He couldn't refrain himself from eavesdropping on earlier's squabble between you and Jimin, his interest being piqued the first time his eyes landed on your petty face. You gave off the impression of a bold woman, and Jungkook fantasized of nothing more but to ruin that same face of yours after noticing the sudden shift in your attitude.
Jungkook liked you, and his brain was thinking of multiple ways on how to rip an orgasm from you.
"Do you know how to swim?" He asked, albeit already aware of the answer you're about to say just for the sake of initiating a conversation between you two.
"No," you sighed, muscles relaxing as you patiently waited for the next wave. "You should, it's better to follow safety precautions," he suggested. "I can teach you if you want."
"I'll think about it," you jokingly said before abruptly bursting out a giggle, causing Jungkook to unknowingly smile at himself, finding ease in your presence.
"We still have more than 45 minutes ahead of us. I'll teach you how to ride the waves better than anyone else."
Sunset had long ended, what was once the lively and noisy seashore turned into a quiet and serene coastline with nothing but the sound of crashing waves accompanying you and Jungkook. Your supposed one-hour session also ended, but it was apparent that the both of you had lost track of time. It was too late to care, though. Over the past hours with Jungkook, you had quickly grown accustomed to the wonders of surfing as if you've been somewhat drugged. Along with that, you showed a ridiculously fast pace of improvement, which astonished you and Jungkook. You just couldn't stop — the feeling was akin to ecstasy. You felt like you were on top of the world whenever you stood up on the board as you heard Jungkook scream from behind with nothing but sweet praises that fueled your ego. The more moments went by, the more you grew comfortable with the charming man accompanying you.
The feeling was mutual to Jungkook. Every time he saw that endearing grin of yours after falling off, he couldn't simply let your last wave come yet. Whether you were going to pay him for the extra hours or not, he didn't mind as long as you were having the best time of your life. The money meant a lot to him, but nothing weighed more than the passion you held for a mere sport. Your attitude was definitely attractive to him.
Besides, Jimin never came back for you, so why cut your time with the fine man dedicating himself to make you an expert surfer? He was great company after all.
Unfortunately, it wasn't until Jungkook had to say something that heedlessly gave you a sense of disappointment.
"Okay, this will be your last wave for real."
He's been saying the same statement since the past two hours, insisting to let you go for "one more" since he couldn't deny that small pout you subconsciously do every single time. However, you thought he was being serious this time since the waves were bigger compared to before now that the moon was right in the sky. Jungkook only knew much about your capabilities, and because you were a beginner, he was certain that you wouldn't handle the upcoming waves from now on. He had no choice this time.
"Ready." Albeit you got into position before Jungkook had the chance to say it, the word spilled out of his mouth like it did on its own. He wanted to see how much you improved merely from one lesson, thus he pushed you along the waves. You definitely stood up quicker, and your balance was on-point, but what caught you off-guard was the fact that you were definitely riding something bigger. Your senses altogether suddenly became overwhelmed as you momentarily forgot what you were doing. You slipped, and it was just like the first time when you fell into the seawater.
Jungkook wasn't concerned at first, for he knew you would swim back up after your past failed attempts. However, he couldn't see any sign of you floating anywhere, and that was when he began to frantically swim towards the direction you headed in desperate search for you.
"Y/N?" Jungkook called out your name as his panic only increased for each second you were gone. He was about to dive in although his eyes will definitely melt in pain due to the high levels of salt in the sea. There was no other way — he inhaled deeply before it was followed by your abrupt gasp and your loud coughing. Your body was weak, and your entire body felt as if it was suffering a whole shutdown from a malfunctioning error. Your nose in particular was giving you the worst struggle at the moment. If it hadn't been for your small slip-up, then you were more than certain that you wouldn't have had to breathe in too much water in your lungs.
You're practically wheezing at this point while Jungkook didn't waste a second to swim towards you, giving you strong pats on your back.
"Get on." He quickly retrieved the board that was thankfully still attached to your ankle up until now. You got up hastily as he carefully assisted you, his touch was tender and delicate, being overly cautious as he was aware of your painful condition. He dragged you to shore with ease until you were both winded up by the contact of sand grazing your skin. Jungkook huffed loudly before plopping himself flat against the surface. The water washed over your soaked bodies every few seconds or so — it was a nice contrast to the rough texture you were laying on.
None of you spoke a word to each other as you both took your time taking a breather after the long and intense bout that occurred.
"Are you feeling okay now?" Jungkook asked after a few minutes. You nodded. "A little bit, yeah."
"Oh, okay. Thank Go—"
You abruptly coughed loudly — and maybe aggressively too, which in fact, took Jungkook off guard as his first reaction was to immediately panic, scurrying closer to your choking body before resorting to perform CPR on you.
He looked worried — scared even, and that look on his face was enough to have you cracking up in laughter.
"Got you."
"What?" He scoffed in disbelief, quickly prying his hands off your chest while giving you a face that showed a mixed stir of his emotions.
On the other hand, you were still wheezing your ass out to the point where no sound was coming out from you anymore. You uncontrollably smacked the ground over and over again the more you looked at Jungkook. It was a worthy look on him that you had successfully earned.
"That wasn't funny." You noticed his lips form a slight pout before he could even straighten his face. You merely giggled at the sight before responding, "You should've seen yourself, then."
He scoffed sarcastically, "I bet I'd look even funnier if you actually died, then."
"Oh, come on! That was practically a dumb excuse so you can lay your hands on me!"
"Jesus Christ, I didn't know overdosing on sea water makes you horny." He forced out a cough, trying to ease out the abrupt sexual tension that has suddenly arose without any notice. You whined, though, as it was definitely not the reaction you were anticipating from Jungkook. Perhaps you were overthinking his subtle actions earlier? Or that specific way he grazed your skin whenever you were in the incorrect position? Maybe Jungkook was right about you in his last statement. Were the salty water in your lungs really the cause behind the cloudy lust in your eyes?
Or maybe because it's been so long since the last time you had your needs met that you expect the mere stranger of a man in front of you to just do you right and give you the satisfaction of your life.
You didn't know anything except for one — you were definitely horny at the moment from all the touching, nicknames, and the treatment Jungkook had given you. You could've sworn that he also stared at you with eyes that of a predator. You were undoubtedly having eye sex with the man just a few hours ago, and now he's becoming the perplexing one here?
Oh how the tables turn, you thought, now sitting up on your elbows so you can properly face Jungkook who's now staring blankly at you. On the other hand, your face shows that you were indeed dead serious.
"I think you're really hot and this is either now or never whether I get to be railed by a hunk like you."
Oh.
So, that's how you wanted to play..? Honestly, Jungkook wasn't difficult to converse with. He understood your message right from the start, and now that he saw that other side of you he'd been yearning for so long, he didn't need any other reason to hold back anymore.
He needed your assurance, thus he didn't hesitate when he let out an almost animalistic growl before squeezing your throat around his inked fingers.
"Shit, baby, you just met with a stranger a few hours ago and all you wanna do is get fucked? Do you have any idea what you're saying right now?" His voice wasn't the usual saccharine and mellow one that you'd heard over and over again — no, this was completely different. It was as if you triggered a switch in his brain that caused him to be so rough with you. You could only choke on your breath while biting your bottom lip, and before you knew it, the throbbing in your core was already summoning the heat between your legs as you rubbed your thighs in search of some much needed friction.
Jungkook didn't fail to notice, hence he brought his other hand down to your inner thigh where he spread you apart, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb before cooing at you.
"You sure you want my cock inside you, huh? I won't go easy on you, sweetheart, you know that." You nodded, affirmative of your decision before he took you back by landing a gentle slap on your cheek with his palm. "Words, baby," he commanded.
"Yes." You winced as you looked up at the heavenly man above you with nothing but adoration in your eyes. Big and glossy — that's how Jungkook liked the way your eyes looked right now. He hummed in approval before abruptly attacking your lips in the messiest way possible. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck until the kiss turned sloppy in mere seconds.
Jungkook pulled away after noticing you being immediately short on breath. "I think you're pretty too," he panted, sliding a hand down to cup your clad heat. "My pretty slut."
A gasp escaped your lips, and he didn't take another second before crashing down again to let his tongue through the wet crevices of your cavern. No more words were exchanged, for you were both immersed in making out like horny teenagers in the middle of the beach. You could care less, though. All that mattered at the moment was the fact that you were being suffocated by the cushion-like texture of his lips.
Jungkook moaned in your mouth as he felt the tent growing within the confinements of his trousers, sending a rack of chills down your spine that had your goosebumps standing up for sure. It was a make-out session so good that you barely even registered him intruding your underwear, harshly pinching your clit that had you yelping out loud. However, the warm radiance of his fingers was merely an ephemeral moment, for he was already pulling them away from your throbbing heat. You whined in protest, the action only making you crave his touch more. It wasn't until he gripped the hem of your swimsuit, though, impatiently sliding it off your torso with ease before staring at your barely exposed chest with eyes full of desire.
It was a breathtaking view that only seemed to increase the hunger in his eyes. He shakily exhaled before burying his face within the crook of your neck to press small kisses around it.
"Fuck—you're gorgeous," he moaned. "Take yours off too," you insisted, hands within the expanse of his back as you took time to appreciate how broad he felt above you. He listened without much thought, for the only goal in his mind at the moment was to get rid of any piece of fabric on the two of you, wanting nothing more than to remove the physical barrier preventing you from fully connecting with each other.
You, on the other hand, were salivating at the chiseled structure of Jungkook's chest, silently worshipping him with your gaze alone. Every bump, every inch, every detail of his well-sculpted body had you already moaning wantonly. His muscles felt hard under your touch. You could barely believe the man above you was real.
Perhaps you got so carried away from ogling Jungkook's body that your brain didn't even get to acknowledge him plunging two slender fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. Hell, you didn't even realize that your leggings were already flung a few meters away from you, making you almost stark naked underneath Jungkook if it weren't for your bra that was still clasped around your torso. Groaning at the unexpected intrusion in your pussy, you arched your back until your chest eventually pressed itself against his. "You stare too much, sweetheart. Fucking me with your eyes isn't gonna get my dick inside you." He let out an airy chuckle as he relentlessly pounded his fingers in and out. The friction already had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth agape as you were being toyed with like the cheap whore you were. His crude words merely added up to your arousal, the thickness of your essence drenched your inner thighs, the remainder of it leaking until it eventually reached down your ass.
Everything was so lewd to you. Each time he pushed his fingers inside, the louder your cunt squelched, a rush of embarrassment shading your cheeks in red, causing you to drape an arm over your face to hide your overly pathetic state. "Nuh-uh," Jungkook tutted, removing your arm to pin it against the sand. "Show me how much you enjoy my fingers fucking into your slutty cunt."
You squirmed at the harsh grip he had on you, already anticipating to see a bruising mark on your wrist the next day. It wasn't until things couldn't get any better worse when Jungkook set a brutal pace that had you screaming shamelessly. Your body shook uncontrollably, and your legs were at the precipice of giving up on you any second.
If the way he was fingering you was already considered inhumane enough, you could only shiver at the thought of him breaking your body by the time he's fully sheathed inside you.
However, when you felt the rough pad of his thumb gain contact with your throbbing clit, that became the end for you. He definitely showed no mercy, pressing harshly on your poor bundle of nerves that had your breathing all ragged as drool began to dribble down from the corners of your mouth. You squeezed your thighs shut from the intense stimulation, only to have Jungkook prying them open again which only added on to your exposure.
With that, he growled at you, pressing harder on your clit. "Don't you dare fucking hide away from me. Gonna cum all over my fingers, yeah? Be a good whore for me and make a mess. Wanna see you fall apart so fucking bad."
His words only egged you on to your incoming release. Each time his fingers would brush against that spongy spot had the knot in your abdomen grow tighter and tighter, feeling as if it was about to burst at any given moment.
"Oh, God— yes, fuck yes, Jungkook— don't stop, I'm so fucking close," you mewled loudly. The obscene noises you were making traveled straight to Jungkook's cock, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep inside your wetness right this instant. He was patient, though, having full control of his full-on raging boner despite the extreme struggle. Well, not until he was about to reach his limit.
So, with two more thrusts of his digits on your g-spot, your vision fades into black as stars clouded your hazy eyes. Your mouth falls wide open, eyes rolling over to the back of your skull as you think about nothing but the rush of your intense orgasm. Any concerns of being seen in the vulgar position you were currently in were void of existence now. On the other hand, Jungkook shuddered at the sensation of his cock twitching violently at the sight of your mere fucked out state.
"Holy shit, babygirl, you fucking squirted all over me," he moaned, eyes blown out at your glistening folds. He slowly pumped his fingers, helping you ride out your high until you were whimpering at the overstimulation. You forcefully pushed his arm away, breathing heavily as your chest raised every few seconds.
"Tired?" Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at how drained you appeared. You chose to ignore him, though, turning your head away from him in humiliation now that your consciousness was beginning to dawn on you.
"Uh, uh, uh," he tsked, hovering over your quivering finger before gripping your face with his entire hand. Maneuvering your head to look at him, Jungkook leaned in closer to your face, sensually licking at the soft shell of your ear while humming blissfully. It hadn't even been a minute since your post-orgasm, and the mere action Jungkook did had more of your arousal gushing out of your still-throbbing cunt. "That was only the bare minimum, baby. I have more things I wanna do with you," he hoarsely whispered. Before your mind could even properly comprehend his words, he was already flipping both of your figures so you could be the one to be on top this time. He laid comfortably underneath the board as he placed his hands on your hips.
There you finally felt the prominent outline of his cock for the first time. You quietly gasped at his size, eliciting a groan from Jungkook.
He pushed your shoulders away, making you sit up on him as your pussy was now directly above his crotch. If it weren't for the trousers he was still wearing, you would had gotten his dick wet by now from the amount of your juices you were pouring out.
With that, he placed one hand on your hip, whereas the other slid itself up to cup your bra-clad tit. "Grind on it, sweetheart," he demanded.
You were already moaning before you could even move, only turning louder when you were finally relieving the much needed friction you were desperately looking for within the past three minutes. You shamelessly gyrated your hips against his cock, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to balance yourself. God, were you too fucked out on his dick that you didn't even realize that Jungkook already unclasped your bra in a haste, swiftly attacking one of your nipples with his mouth as he kneaded the other. You threw your head back in utter pleasure as you hung your mouth wide.
"Look at you, so fucked out on my dick. Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" He teased as he continued to pinch one of your nipples, the other hand cupping the warmth of your cheek before smashing your lips together once more.
Pulling away, you moaned against his mouth, "Wan' you inside me, please."
Surprisingly, Jungkook immediately complied without exchanging words with you. Slightly raising his hips up, he swiftly tugged his trousers off, kicking them away with no care whatsoever on where it had landed. His mind was set on one thing — tearing you apart on his cock.
He didn't think twice to manhandle your poor body, turning you around so that your back was facing him whereas you faced the scattered huts in the distance where someone could literally be witnessing the pornographic state you and Jungkook were in — naked, with nothing left to cover any of your dignity.
"Jungkook—" you whined, "someone might see us."
"And?" He quirked a brow at your statement as he aligned your dripping cunt over the angry tip of his cock. "You really have the audacity to say you're ashamed now?"
"Oh—oh fuck..!"
Without any warning at all, he forced you down on his dick, stretching your walls out in the most delicious, yet painful manner. You arched your back until his dick was finally buried to the hilt, your creamy essence oozing out until it eventually coats his balls. You could feel him sitting up behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist before he hauled your back flush against his chest. Your walls fluttered sporadically around his cock, sending a powerful shudder at Jungkook's end. He exhaled deeply before propping his chin on your shoulder.
"Bet that slutty little cunt loves to get caught being fucked, doesn't it? — Oh fuck, I can feel you squeezing my dick, sweetheart," he chuckled in your ear, keeping you stuck on his cock. The ecstatic warmth of your hole wrapped around him gave him an all-new addiction he wanted to stay with the entire night.
"I can say you're good at riding the waves, baby, but are you just as good when it comes to riding my cock?" He purred, giving you yet another challenge that sparked up a flame inside your heat. "I don't think you can, sweetheart. You can't even think about anything when you were getting fucked by my fingers," he continued, "All you think about is wanting to get fucked by this dick, don't you?"
However, you wanted to prove him wrong. The humiliation he was planting inside you only seemed to fuel your longing to milk his cock dry, so you raise your hips, whimpering at the process from the delicious drag of his cock against your sensitive folds. "N-no," you breathed out. "I can d-do it—I can ride sir's cock g-good too."
Hearing your protest aroused him, but the new nickname you unconsciously gave him made his cock, if that was even possible, harder inside you. You moaned when he throbbed inside you, your pussy squelching louder the moment you slammed back down on his cock, swallowing him whole as you left no inch outside your warm hole.
"Yeah, you're gonna take sir's cock like the good whore you are?" He spurred you on, his words sending your mind into a frenzy as the rasp in his voice brought a pleasant thrill that traveled down your heat. "Prove it, then. Show me that you aren't such a dumb cockslut, babygirl."
"Ouh— fuck," you cried when you impaled yourself on his cock, gradually setting a pace while you bounced erratically on him.
Every vein, every ridge, and every inch drove you madly insane. Not to mention the way his cock curved inside you, giving you justttt the perfect kiss you needed to feel him right up your cervix. Everything was downright lewd and obscene, but it only sparked up your arousal to greater heights. The mere thought of having someone's eyes possibly laid out on you and Jungkook's current state already had your eyes rolling back as your mouth fell round, a mantra of moans and curses tumbling out as if you became a broken toy.
Your hands were running all over every part of your body. God, you only had him inside you for three minutes and you already felt like completely tearing apart on top of him. You were getting more overwhelmed the more you desperately bounced yourself on his dick like the bitch he exactly expected you to be, and you loved it. You gladly took everything Jungkook offered you, converting it into the most pleasurable moment of your lives as he sat there, watching you oh-so quietly. He nibbled on his lower lip every time his eyes landed on your ass that jiggled every time it clashed with his lap, but what had him throbbing once again was definitely the ring of wetness that formed around the base of his cock. You moaned rather loudly when you abruptly felt Jungkook's callused hands grip your frail wrists, bringing both of them behind your back with one hand as the other found itself harshly spanking your ass.
"Fuck, Jungkook!" You groaned in mixed bliss and pain. "That's it, you're doing so well for me, baby. Taking sir's cock like the good slut you are," he growled, landing another spank on your ass again to urge you on. You could only whimper at his roughness before complying, anyway. You rode him faster, harder, raising your hips up until just the tip remains inside you only to sink back in allll the way. You were going so fast that more of your essence trickled down, making everything a mess within your wetness. It was just the way you liked it. Your pace remained consistent for a few more minutes, until your muscles were beginning to feel the effects of soreness as your body was slowly succumbing to exhaustion. Your breathing became erratic, chest violently heaving up and down until you reached to the point where your last resort was to pathetically grind on his lap like an animal in heat. You heard him scoff behind you, finally freeing your wrists from his tight grasp as his hands were now focusing on your waist. He planted his feet on the ground, and from there on, you already knew what he was plotting in mind.
When he thrusted up, your legs shook and your breath knocked itself out of your lungs. If it wasn't for the tight hold he had on your waist, you would have fallen down by now.
"And I thought you were good at riding cock," he chuckled humorlessly, practically rearranging your intestines with the brutal pace he set on you. "I guess you're only made to take it after all," he continued, "you gonna be a good girl for sir and take his dick?" You cried when one of his hands snaked itself to your neglected bud, "Yes! Oh, fuck— yes, wan' you to fuck me."
He laughed darkly upon hearing your words, cooing at you, "Aw, did my baby get so fucked out on my cock that she turned stupid? Such a dumb slut I have right here."
With that, he abruptly pulled out of your hole without notice. You screamed in frustration as you tried to get him inside again, but he stopped you before you even could. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're also a greedy one, aren't you? I was only going to turn you around, sweetheart." He chortled.
You quietly whimpered when he was manhandling you again, heart pounding hastily in your chest as you felt him line the tip against your folds, teasing you for a few seconds before plunging inside you. You mewled wantonly, welcoming that same warmth you were craving for. However, the calm moment only lasted for a second when he was fucking into you again. Your mouth fell apart again as you could barely hold your eyes open. You frantically placed your hands on top of his shoulders for leverage until your head eventually gave in too. You laid on top of Jungkook's chest as you were forced to take his cock inside you.
He held both sides of your head so he could look at you, and doing so only made the lust in his eyes grow darker. Your hair was disheveled, your lips became swollen from all the kissing and biting, and your face definitely screamed "I Just Received the Best Fuck of My Life" vibes. It only fueled his determination to make you reach your breaking point.
Oddly enough, Jungkook had developed an obsession in witnessing you fall apart because of him. Were either of you complaining, though? Definitely not.
"Look at you, did my cock fuck you up so bad?" He giggled before swiping a lone strand of hair away from your face to get a better view. You looked heavenly like this — the sight of you all weak and vulnerable gave Jungkook the urge to just take care of you then and there.
And by taking care of you, he meant brutally fucking you then treating like you a princess afterward — that was what he had in mind for tonight.
He didn't realize that he was mindlessly thrusting into you until he felt your walls grow tighter and warmer. Your moans turned into screams and you were starting to shake violently on top of him.
"'M gonna cum..!" You whined when he began fucking you inhumanly fast as if he was the one in heat in the first place. You dragged out a long moan as more words came out of your mouth on instinct. The knot in your abdomen grew tighter until a few more thrusts and a hoarse whisper had you completely done for.
"Go on, baby, make a mess all over my cock. You did so well for me."
Thus, your orgasm destructively crashed into you, rattling all five of your senses as the impact hit you stronger than the waves could. Your vision momentarily faded into darkness, but you could definitely still feel him punctuating his hips inside you to help you ride out your high.
"Shit— that was so fucking hot, sweetheart. You feel so goo— fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned at the last sentence, pace faltering as he eventually fucked you with sloppy and inconsistent thrusts. You moaned at the overstimulation, humming at the sweet buzz you felt inside your body.
"Wan' you to cum inside my mouth."
That single statement drove Jungkook wild that he pulled out almost too excitedly. You laid on all fours as you patiently waited to suck him off with your mouth open and ready for him. He groaned at the way you innocently batted your eyelashes at him, wasting no time to plunge himself inside your mouth to aid his impending orgasm. You choked the moment his tip kissed the back of your throat, drool already dribbling down the corners of your lips as he gave no mind to it. He absolutely cherished the sight of you struggling to take his cock no matter which hole he fucked himself into.
Maybe he'll even aim for your ass, but that would be for another time.
"Oh, fuck. I'm close..." he mewled loudly before grabbing a bunch of your hair to form a makeshift ponytail. He kept you still there, using you as his personal fleshlight to his own delight until spurts of his cum were finally painting the insides of your mouth. You hummed around his cock, making him curse loudly. He shuddered one more time, milking out the last of his release before pulling out. You stuck your tongue out, evidence that you indeed swallowed everything. He immediately wrapped your body around his arms to cover your intimate parts, the shame and humiliation finally dawning upon the both of you.
Thankfully enough, the beach remained empty around these hours, giving you the very needed privacy at the moment.
Jungkook carefully looked at your face once again before frowning.
"Did I go too rough on you?"
You laughed, shaking your head to his relief. "No, I liked it." You blushed.
Without any warning, he kissed you again. It was soft and gentle, unlike the previous ones you shared earlier. You sighed at the serene moment before Jungkook spoke up.
"So, uh, do you have any plans on going back here?"
"For you, definitely."
You hugged him close, the warm radiance of his skin providing you comfort as you basked in the scent of him. "Don't wanna leave you yet."
He chuckled, "Me neither."
Yup, there was definitely going to be a next time between the two of you. Just when he expected to have another shitty day, you suddenly crashed into his life harder than the waves did.
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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥．𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴， 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨？ 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶？
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°•°LTS #07: The Big Bad Wolf
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: “He’s not jealous, and he doesn’t like him”
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dom!Jungkook x Sub!Jimin
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Smut
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Jealousy, costume, lots of feelings, this is probably an unhealthy way of relating to other people so there's that.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was supposed to be a Halloween special but I’m a procrastinator, sue me.
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You liked Halloween, it's really nice to remember when you were just a kid that would go trick or treating, nothing else troubled you apart from who had the coolest costume. Speaking with Jk you two decided to have a nice marathon of scary movies.
Other years both of you would always be invited to halloween parties, but apparently this time most of your friends were doing different things... Time goes by so quick. Inviting Jimin was a given, since he was pretty constantly just at home and didn't mention anything about going out anywhere you just assumed he had nothing planned.
You were getting the living room ready with blankets, plates and glasses, anything you thought could be required for the movie night, your boyfriend had been in charge of going to the store and pickcing up snacks for the three of you as well as the candy for the trick or treating in case any kid showed up.
A sudden noise of the door opening startled you, it was precisely him. "Hey, did you find those cool gummies shaped like body parts?"
Every word was pronounced more and more silently , he looked mad, really mad, jaw clenched and mannerisms being a little bit too harsh
"Yeah, I did, and also everything else on the list. I'm going to take a shower" He didn't wait for your asnwer before making his way to the room. What on earth could've happened?
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"You are lying to me, you're lying!" Jimin squealed in excitement, his bestfriend shook his head immediately with a smile "Nope, we're going to the party, I moved every single thing I had to do so we could go there together, like we used to"
Taehyung travels frequently for work, it's no surprise that he hasn't seen Jimin in almost a year, and despite staying in touch through social media it wasn't quite the same as being together and going out.
Jimin hugs him and jumps on his place "I have to go get ready like right now! Have to get my makeup done and decide what I'm going to wear and fix my hair and take a shower!" They both laughed "I figured, I'll do the same. Can I pick you up at... 8?" After agreeing they both part ways.
[...]
He can't fucking believe the audacity. He went out of his way to get that stupidly specific candy Jimin liked and ran to still make it to his school on time, for what? To find him hugging and giggling with some equally stupid boy. Yeah sure, he was tall and slim and attractive and had nice hair and a cute smile that made Jungkook sick to his stomach with just remembering, but what made him special?
"He could be someone from uni" he thought at first, but that was quickly discarded upon recalling Jimin's words about his classmates being shallow and really competitive, enemies almost.
He had never mentioned any friends, only ever casually receiving calls to work on group projects. Then who was this guy? Jimin looked so happy to see him, no boundaries between them at all. He had to be someone he knew from a long time ago. The situation made him angry, at least enough so that he wouldn't admit that everything derived from one emotion: Jealousy.
He could not be jealous, he was just trying to protect Jimin. He's naive and inexperienced and too sweet for his own good, someone could easily hurt him or take advantage of him, he was just trying to stop that from happening... Yeah.
He comes out of the shower with his mind not being any clearer, but he can't hide in there forever so he tries to calm down and meets you in the living room, he's sure some cuddles and kisses will help him feel much better and relax after-
He's there. That stupid guy from earlier that was hugging Jimin, he's there in the couch with you. Joking, and smiling, and sitting in his spot particularly.
"Love you took so long! This is Taehyung, he's Jimin's friend" You say happily, he stands up and formally greets JK "It's a pleasure to meet you"
The elder in the room looks pretty stiff, so you just carry on speaking with Taehyung about everything, where he met Jimin, what he does for work.
Jungkook thinks he looks stupid, why the fuck would a fully grown man be wearing dog ears and makeup? He's not a kid anymore, there is literally no fucking reason for that costume.
He understands soon enough what's happening when Jimin finally comes out of his room... Looking like eye candy. He's wearing a beautiful costume, a very adult version of what you recognize to be the little red riding hood. There's so many details, the make up is so well done and he looks a new level of stunning, needless to say he's wearing a skirt, you didn't think he'll have the courage for that in public but here we are.
"Don't stay up waiting for me, I'm trick or treating the hell out of tonight" He said with a mischevious smile "I think I'll have to do a whole lot of tricks tonight, couldn't let anyone eat you" Taehyung joked, Jungkook had to hold back a groan "Stop~ you ready to go?" And once they're both ready they say some goodbyes and leave the apartment.
You call Jungkook to the couch, hugging and covering him with the blanket, ready to watch the first movie of the night, you take a bowl of chips and start eating when the movie starts playing, it's all comfy
Jungkook believes he's finally found some peace after what he's been through today, and things are quiet and cozy for a good 40 minutes. Movies like this don't scare him usually, he's just basking in your warmth, that is until you get a call from your sister.
She has an emergency at work and can't take your little niece trick or treating, so for the sake of not breaking her heart you take upon the challenge, including staying the night to babysit the little one. Your lovely Kookie doesn't seem to have anything against it, so you get ready and leave the house in a rush.
As soon as the door closes behind you Jungkook lets out a frustrated scream in the pillow he's now hugging instead of you, this day couldn't be any fucking worse; at this point there's nothing else he can do, so he just sits there to watch the movie itinerary you picked together, no matter what he chooses from the table, every candy tastes sour now that his halloween has been completely ruined and he can't say or do anything about it.
He doesn't feel like laying in the empty bed and feeling cold and lonely, so after not so much deliberation he decides that pulling an all nighter is the only responsible thing to do, he has the tv for himself, whatever.
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An unknown amount of time goes by and he finds himself surprised by a sound coming from the door, he was just in the living room, he sneaks a glance to the clock on the kitchen which states it's now 3am.
The door opens and Jimin comes in, not noticing the presence in the living room.
Jungkook looks at him. The younger walks properly, being far too careful of making noise and that shows he's not drunk. His clothes look almost the same as they did when he left, but not much can be observed with the darkness that's spread around the whole house.
The raven haired man gets up from the couch and walks decidedly towards the boy in the hallway. It's so sudden, all Jimin can feel it's how he's pressed to the wall and someone's holding his wrists behing his back.
He's surprised but doesn't resist, this was something that had been talked about before and he had no problem with it happening as part of their shenanigans. He feels happy, still pumped with adrenaline from the party he was in, so he smiles. "Oh no, the big bad wolf caught me, whatever shall I do?"
Jungkook's blood boils, he knows perfectly who was complimenting the costume as the wolf, and he doesn't take time to understand that the younger one meant it as a little joke coming from the outfit he's wearing.
"Wrong guess..." He growls, with the tip of his nose rubbing the back of Mimi's neck.
The latter goes stiff, goosebumps make him tremble and now he really feels like a prey that got caught. He thought you were the one that intercepted him on his way to his room. But knowing it was Kook... It's electric, such a rare ocurrence.
"Hy-Hyung I'm so sorry I was just, I thought that y/n-" He's interrupted by a sharp bite on his neck that makes him gasp.
"You're so disrespectful, you really need someone to put you in your place" He picks him up and takes him to the master bedroom, laying him on the bed.
"W-Where's mistress?" Jungkook crawls slowly on top of him, looking intimidating as ever. "Out, babysitting" And that's when everything clicks for the younger. He knows your boyfriend can become particularly moody when deprived of your company for long periods of time, he can ony imagine what he must've felt getting to spend halloween all by himself, he feels guilty and sad because he is supposed to be there to balance things out, and instead he left for a party.
"I'm so sorry that I wasn't here, if I knew you were by yourself I would've came back immediately" He says, Kook ignores it. "You know what I'm about to try. You either go to your room, or stay here" Mimi shakes his head and raises a hand to caress the elders cheek "I'm not leaving master, please, let me make it up to you"
That's all the confirmation Jungkook needs, he starts kissing Jimin as if he was starving for his attention, and that was the case. The younger is perfectly complaint, he's a very diligent worker and... He would be lying if he said he didn't feel something for the man in front of him.
It's absolutely intoxicating, it's like breaking every single moral rule he's ever known to lay his hands on the most delicious sin that's ever existed. Jungkook has your permission, and Jimin's consent, so why does it feel like he's venturing into forbidden territory is beyond him.
Touching the younger makes him feel alive. Every part he lays his hands on is different, but still delectable. Jimin is moaning and gasping and barely touching him back and Kook believes this is the version of paradise anyone would kill for.
He doesn't know how but by the time he pays attention again they're both naked and there's a condom in his hand. Something in his mind makes him freeze into place temporarily to think. But he has permission... And the luscious sight in front of him makes every nerve of his body burn and ache in anticipation. And so he just submits to his desires.
The moment he enters Jimin completely his body melts with pleasure, he groans and can't help but collapse on top of the younger who doesn't help his state by swiftly grinding at the same time he kisses his neck.
For the older it feels like an eternity, like his entire world is what's happening between them right now and nothing else will ever be important as this is. It's easy to feel the inevitable orgasm that's about to overwhelm his body, and so he attacks Jimin's weak spots.
It's like living again all those nights when your hands were on the younger, how Jungkook wished he was the one making him squirm and convulse in pleasure. He learnt each of those things involuntarily becuase even when he tried to forget those memories creeped up on him, during his dreams and waking moments they haunted him until he granted them permission to taunt him.
Here, this is it. If this is the way in which he can indulge in the greatest temptation he's ever felt, he'll take it. If this is the path to not have to say he doesn't love you when he clearly does, if this is the way to get what he craves without ever hurting you or having to give up the person he loves the most for the one he has desired with a newly found intensity... If this is how things have to work, then so be it.
Let him be a traitor, not to you, his beloved, nor to him, his muse. Only to himself, for today will be the first day of an inevitable curse he can no longer run away from. You stole his heart without permission, whereas Jimin is everywhere in his mind, always the center of his most deep and personal fantasies. He doesn't love him the same way he does with you, but he's completely aware he has been seduced, and is hopelessly blinded by his uttermost desires, and if he has to live like this to not loose both of the things he values more, he'll make the sacrifice without any doubt.
And he moans in bliss when he gets to see all of Jimins reactions to every dirty little secret he stealed from afar, soon enough they're holding each other during the intimacy of a shared orgasm that feels like the world crumbles around them from the sheer intensity of it.
But Jungkook makes a mistake. He contemplates the younger in his most vulnerable state, he takes in the beautiful sight that makes the first crack in his heart.
The morning comes and Jungkook opens his eyes. He feels really comfortable and there's a happy feeling on his chest. He looks aroung the room for a few seconds and then lowers his gaze.
There he is. He looks like a perfectly innocent little angel, all curled up around the elder's body and surrounding him with a warm hug. Jungkook's heart races and his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, he can barely function with the amount of confusing feelings he has right now.
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Free Use: Ch 7
Free Use: Ch 7
Free Use: Index
Ship: Crush!Taehyung | Reader | feat. Jungkook
Description: Childhood Friends/Crush/Neighbors/College!AU. Your long time crush agrees to be your dom.
Warnings: Free Use Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom Taehyung, Dom Jungkook, Phone Sex, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Degrading, Rimming (f. receiving), Anal, Intercourse, Oral (m&f receiving), Humiliation Kink, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Spanking, lemme know if I’m missing anything, just straight up PWP man
Word Count: 2,846
A/N: Sorry for the wait! Meant to put this for my 15,000 follower mile stone!
You woke up before Taehyung, admiring his pretty features as he laid beside you. His lashes looked so long, lightly kissing the apples of his cheeks. It still didn’t feel real. You repeat the word over and over again in your head. Boyfriend. Kim Taehyung was your boyfriend.
You touch his face, lightly tracing his cheek, admiring the glow of the morning light illuminating the peach fuzz on his skin. He fluttered his lashes, Disney princess he is, and looked up at you. He pulled a lazy smile, arm swinging over your waist to pull you in closer. “Good morning.” His morning voice was so sexy. He gives you a soft kiss on the lips, brushing your hair out of your face. “I think I can get used to waking up to this view.”
You giggle in response. “I was thinking the same thing.”
The two of you kiss a bit more before Taehyung pulls back. “What does my girlfriend want for breakfast?”
“It’s still so weird hearing that. I almost don’t believe it.”
“That I’m your boyfriend?” Taehyung chuckled. “I’m excited to brag about it, to be honest.”
Your heart fluttered. “You mean that?”
“Of course, baby.” He smiled, turning to hover on top of you, hands creeping up under your shirt. He only touches your waist, big hands touching all of the skin he had access to. “Want to show everyone who owns you.”
You gasp as you feel his erection press against you. “Morning wood?” you question, quirking a brow.
“Maybe. Maybe I just get hard seeing my girlfriend’s cute face.” His hands slide up towards your breasts, sharply pinching your nipples and tugging at them. You moan, arching your back and clenching your thighs together. “Especially that one. Love abusing your tits like this, babe.”
You whimper as he continues toying with you, giving sharp twists and tugs to earn more gasps from you. “A-Ah, Taehyung!”
“Look how desperate you are. Little slut,” Taehyung growls, shoving the shirt up over your tits. He lifts it over your face, blinding your vision. You feel his teeth on you, making you jolt and yelp in pain when he bit you. You squirmed under his hold, your movement kept to a minimum as he pinned you beneath him. It turned you on a bit how strong he was, forcing you to take what he gave you. You couldn’t even reach down to do anything about it, with the way the shirt was bunched up over your face and arms. He sucks harshly on your neck and chest, no doubt leaving hickeys on you.
He yanks the shirt the rest of the way off of you, and you’re left naked beneath him. Smug bastard was still fully clothed. He stares down at you with a satisfied daze, fingers now lightly dancing over the marks he left on you. The juxtaposition of his gentle touch compared to how ravenous he was before was jarring. “Everyone’s gonna know you’ve been fucked if you don’t cover these up the next few days.”
“You’re so possessive.”
His hand comes up to your neck, a light and comforting pressure being applied. “What makes you say that?”
“What about when you saw me dancing with Jungkook?” You pointed out.
“Oh,” his fingers tighten around your throat for a second, “that.”
“Looked like jealousy,” you say, sounding almost too smug for your own good.
“Hm, I think I prefer the term you used before.” He starts choking you properly now, making you feel light headed. “Possessive.”
You gasp as you feel him touch your pussy, fingers rubbing circles into your clit. You were wet already, go figure. “After all… I own you, don’t I?”
You mewl, whimpering under his touch. “Yes, sir. Please…”
“Please what?” Taehyung asks, yanking you up so your face was closer to his. “What do you want me to do, slut? I can do anything I want with you. You’re mine. All of you.”
“Yes. You own me, every part of me,” you agree, trying to gasp out the breaths to form the words. “Want you to cum in me. Every hole- I’m yours. Claim me.”
“Oh? Little freak,” Taehyung smirks. He yanks down his pants, springing out his cock. He’s hard already, an angry shade of red, precum already leaking from the tip. He gives it a few pumps, hissing at the feeling. “Guess we should start with your mouth then. Show me what you’re good for.”
You practically drool at the sight, mouth automatically watering. Your lips part, mouth ready and open, resulting in Taehyung slapping the tip against your lips. “Such a good girl. Knows just what to do when she sees a cock.” His hand reaches out to grasp your hair, pulling you closer to his erection. You catch the head in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head along with Taehyung’s rhythmic pace.
He hisses, hips bucking automatically. He reaches too far for a moment, causing your eyes to well up with tears. You feel Taehyung’s cock twitch in your mouth at the sight. “Pretty slut. Love seeing you cry.”
You moan in response, trying to push your head down deeper. Taehyung groans, diving into your warm mouth, your throat a tight fit around his cock. “That’s right, choke on it. Show me how much you love having a fat cock in your throat.”
All you can do is whimper and service him as he continues using you to get off. His hips stutter, breath faltering before he yanks you off of him, drool dripping down your chin. You catch your breath, staring up at him in surprise. You keep your mouth open, patiently waiting for him to fuck your mouth again. He appears to appreciate it, fingers diving into your mouth, giving you something to suck on in the meantime. “You’re such a good slut for me,” he growls, pulling his fingers out to wipe the saliva on your cheek. “Go lay on your back and spread your legs. Show me what’s mine.”
You don’t hesitate to do what he asks, getting in position as he climbs over you. He reaches over to his phone, and before you can question him on his plans he’s kissing you deeply. He smacks your inner thigh, making you flinch and keep your legs open. His thumb circles your clit, immediately giving you pleasure and making your knees go weak. “There’s someone I wanna tell first about us dating.”
You furrow your brows, confused. “Who?”
“Jungkook.” You hear his phone buzzing, looking down at his screen to see he was calling Jungkook. Before you can make any commentary or protests, he plunges two digits inside of you, making you gasp as he locates your g-spot with expert precision. “Want him to hear how well I fuck you.”
“Hello?”
Taehyung grins, bringing the phone up to your ear, making you hold it, the volume already turned up for you two to hear him perfectly. “It’s for you, baby.”
“J-Jungkook?” You stammer the words out, trying to even your breathing as Taehyung moves his fingers faster, thumb continuing to roll over your clit. Fuck, if he kept this up, you’ll be coming in minutes.
“Y/N? How come you’ve got Taehyung’s phone?” Jungkook’s voice didn’t sound nearly as questioning or as confused as it should’ve. “Are you there with him, still?”
“Y-yeah, he’s- o-oh…” You accidentally let out a moan, feeling the warm, soft sensation of Taehyung’s tongue on your pussy.
“He’s what?” Jungkook’s voice sounds deeper than usual right now. Raspier. “What’s he doing, Y/N?”
You whimper, fingers tightening on Taehyung’s roots, pulling at his scalp. “H-his tongue is…”
“Where’s his tongue?”
“…on my pussy.” You feel your face burn as you say it out loud, feeling embarrassed despite the fact Jungkook couldn’t even see the indecent acts you were committing.
“Fuck.” Jungkook sounds so breathless already. Was he turned on? “Does it feel good, princess?”
Your thighs jolt at the sudden nickname, hips jumping as you ride Taehyung’s mouth. He doesn’t say anything, simply groaning as he continues to devour you. “Yeah, feels so good. Feel like I’m gonna cum any minute.”
“Gonna cum while I’m listening? Like some kind of slut?” Jungkook snickers. “Gonna let me hear those pretty moans?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” You felt the band of pleasure begin to tighten, your toes curling in anticipation. “Taehyung, Jungkook…”
“Fuck, always wondered what you’d sound like moaning my name,” Jungkook rasps. “Want me to talk you through it? Want me to call you a dirty slut while you cum in Taehyung’s mouth?”
“Mm, fuck, I’m so close. Please.”
“Really wish I was there. I bet you’d love for me and Taehyung to tag team you, huh? I bet we’d ruin you.”
You clench around Taehyung’s fingers, tightening as you neared your end. Taehyung released your clit momentarily with a wet pop, speaking loudly enough for Jungkook to hear. “She really liked that, Kook. Greedy pussy is sucking me in.”
“Yeah, I knew she would.” Jungkook lets out a sharp hiss. He must be touching himself right now. “Knew she was secretly a slut. Just needed to get dicked down, huh, Y/N?”
You remembered why Taehyung wanted Jungkook to hear in the first place. His possessiveness.“T-Taehyung and I are dating now.”
“That’s great news, Y/N. I’m happy for you both.” You could hear the low purr in his voice. “Wanna know the best part about that?”
“What?” Your voice was strained, so close to the edge.
“Best friends share everything.”
You come apart on Taehyung’s fingers, curling in as you ride out your orgasm. You don’t get much time to recover, though, only getting in a few shallow breaths before Taehyung’s mouth is claiming yours. You let out a shaky moan, tasting yourself on his tongue. You let out a gasp as you feel him line up with your entrance, shoving himself into you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, hastily pumping into you as he pants against your mouth, eyes boring into yours. “Liked hearing that, huh? Liked having him hear what you sound like when you cum? Want me and Jungkook to share you? One cock not enough?”
You can barely form words, moaning as Taehyung pummels you. “N-No, love your cock, I-“
“Shh, it’s ok baby.” Taehyung’s coos are soft and condescending, a stark contrast from the rough way he manhandled you, trying to reach as deep as possible. “Should’ve known you were a greedy thing. I’m prepared to spoil you.” He gives you a sweet kiss, hand flying down to touch you. “I’m not that selfish anyways, I’ve learned to share my toys. Jungkook doesn’t play as nice as me though, sweetheart. Sure you can handle him?”
Jungkook chuckles at that. “She can handle it. Say, Y/N, what’re you made for, huh?”
Your cheeks burn with humiliation. You turn your head away from the phone, only for Taehyung to aggressively grab your jaw, swinging your head back to the phone. “Answer him, slut.”
You let out a whimper, feeling so overstimulated and overwhelmed, the edge that was coming your way once more simply tantalizing. “Cock,” you say softly.
“Hm? Couldn’t hear you.”
“I’m made to take cock,” you moan out, eyes beginning to cross from how well Taehyung was fucking you.
“What a good girl,” Jungkook cooes, the vibrato of his voice caressing your ears. “You’re right. Not so stupid all the time.”
Your orgasm washes over you for a second time, and Taehyung has to pull out abrubtly to keep from coming. He gives his soaked cock a few more strokes, breathing heavily. He’s hovering over you, his deep pants echoing in your ear opposite from his phone. His hands run up and down your waist, letting you both catch your breath. You stare down at his erection, lubricated with both your wetness and his pre-cum. “Why didn’t you cum?” you ask, breathless.
“Did you forget already?” Taehyung laughs breathlessly. “Jungkook’s right, you are stupid. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He quickly flips you over on your stomach, hiking your hips up to present your ass to him. You squeal when his hand comes down with a loud crack, stinging your skin. His lips brush over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “One more hole, baby. All of you is mine, remember?”
You let out an obscene moan when his tongue presses against the rim, circling and teasing you. You had never before been touching in that area, and while you were more than happy to let Taehyung be your first, the sensations were unfamiliar. “Taehyung!”
He hums against you, tongue starting to dive in. “You seem to like this already, huh? Little anal slut.”
“What’s he doing to you, Y/N? You’re sounding kind of pathetic.”
“He’s-he’s eating out my…” You moan, feeling his tongue dive into you, face buried. “My ass.”
“You’re so dirty. Can’t believe you like getting your ass eaten,” Jungkook moans. “You’re such a dirty slut. You sound so needy even though you just got fucked.”
“I can’t help it. It feels so good.”
“Only nasty little girls like getting their ass played with,” Jungkook scolds. “Admit it.”
“I’m- I’m a nasty slut who likes having her ass played with.” You bite down on your lower lip, feeling like you were going crazy. “Taehyung, please.”
Taehyung pulls away, letting his thumb circle the rim before pushing inside, pumping inside you slowly to get you used to the sensation. Your mouth drops into an ‘o’ form, concentrating on the vile pleasure being awarded to you.
“She’s so wet,” Taehyung comments, reaching for his bedside drawer to yank out lube, pouring out a generous amount. You moan, fisting the sheets as he starts pumping his fingers into you. “Dripping all over my sheets just from me eating her ass.” He pulls out his finger to dive back in, letting you feel the sensation of his tongue. He comes back up, fingers returning to scissor your hole, stretching you out in preparation. “Likes every nasty thing I do to her.”
“Y/N, can I FaceTime you when he finally puts it in your ass?”
You recall Taehyung’s earlier comment, and look back to him. He strokes his cock, aligning it with your back entrance. “Hurry up and call, Kook. I won’t be able to last much longer.”
You’re greeted with a different notification, and soon Jungkook’s face graces your screen. You see he’s shirtless, in only his boxers, the waistband pulled beneath his balls to let his cock spring free. He’s laying in bed, cheeks flushed a heavenly color, phone pulled back enough for you to see him jerking his enormous cock for you to see. “Jungkook, fuck!” You blurt out the words as Taehyung starts to push the tip inside.
“Like what you see?” Jungkook snickers. He had no right being that confident in his generous size.
You glower at the screen, biting your lip as you shamefully nod your head. “Yes.”
“Want it in your mouth?” Nod. “Pussy?” Nod. “What about your tight ass?” Another nod. You moan, sounding purely pornographic as Taehyung slowly inched deeper into you. “Fuck, Y/N, you look so hot like this.”
“I think that’s the first nice thing you’ve said all call.”
“I think you like the fact I’m so mean to you. If you wanted nice you wouldn’t have wanted Taehyung.” Jungkook’s hand sped up as he watched your expressions. “How does it feel?”
“Weird,” you say honestly. Taehyung finally gets as deep as he can, pulling his hips back to fuck you. You can tell from the tremor in his thighs he won’t last much longer. “But good. Dirty and amazing all at once.”
“Mm, Taehyung’s gonna have to train you to take a cock up your ass regularly, so you’re ready to be used.” You whimper at that, hearing Jungkook’s voice crack as he reached the edge. “Maybe he’ll let me help.”
“He wants me to slut you out to him so bad,” Taehyung chuckles in your ear. “Maybe I’ll let you suck his cock whenever he’s having a bad day. Or I’ll have him help me punish you when you’ve been too much of a brat.”
“I would’ve helped you earlier,” Jungkook groans, getting closer to climax. “Would’ve spanked that pussy til it was all puffy and red, would’ve made her cry.”
“Hear that, slut? We’ve got a lot of plans for this tight snatch of yours.” Taehyung reaches down to grab it possessively, nails slightly scratching you as his hips falter. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Come in me, please sir,” you beg. Taehyung rewards you, hips flush against yours as he empties his load as deep into you as he could. Jungkook finally lets out his release too, and you see cum coat his chest. His moan sounds absolutely delicious, and you’re left quivering as Taehyung’s sweaty form slumps against yours, worn out.
All three of you are left gasping for air.
Taehyung reaches for the phone. “We’ll call you later, Kook. Still on for Valorant tonight?”
“Yeah man, talk to you later.”
Jungkook hangs up, leaving you and Taehyung alone, sweaty and breathless. Taehyung curls up next to you, cuddling you close as he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent. “Ready for breakfast, beautiful?”
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|M.I.L.F. (2)|▸jjk
Summary▸ Jungkook can’t help what he wants, and what he wants, is you.
Genre▸ Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLY▸REPOST
Pairing▸ Jungkook x reader
TW▸ Yandere, explicit smut, mirror sex, obsessiveness, jealousy, semi-stalking, manipulation, teasing, unprotected sex, sex against a door, scratching, hair pulling, bouncing on jungkook’s dick like an experienced cowgirl, clothes ripping, rough sex, age difference, mommy kink, belly bulge kink, cum kink, possessiveness, slight pregnancy kink, switch!jungkook
Word count▸2.6k
▸This is yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.
please don’t copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission
It was the end of the year and Jungkook could barely keep his emotions in check. Last year he was supposed to go back home, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, he ended up staying at his university. Now, two years had passed, two fucking years. He’d done his best to keep up with you through text messages and facetime, but he was sharing a dorm room with Jimin and Taehyung making it impossible for him to find the alone time he needed with you.
He’d gone absolutely insane last summer knowing you were at home with your son spending quality time together. He also knew that Tae was there. Jungkook texted Jimin everyday asking what they were doing, complaining about the way his own parents didn’t have the money to bring him home, but at the same time, he was madly texting and calling you needing to know your every step. He didn’t have a problem with Taehyung, but he couldn’t help the thoughts that crept into his mind. The guy was his same height, build, and was also attractive. And you, my god, you were gorgeous and any man would be blind not to notice you.
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“I know he’s there. I can hear him! How the fuck do you think this is okay? You’re mine! MINE!” Jungkook cried into the phone.
“Baby boy, you know he’s just here for Jimin. He means nothing to me. You know I’m yours. I promise. Please calm down. We’ll see each other soon.”
“That’s what you said last time, but I’ve waited and you keep telling me you have work or that Jimin is coming to visit and I can’t take it anymore. You don’t like me anymore. That’s it, isn’t it? I’m not good enough for you.”
“Jungkook, please don’t say that. You know that’s not true. I think of you all the time. I miss you. Who do I send my pussy pics to? And who gets all the videos of me getting off to the thought of your head between my thighs, hm?”
Jungkook stilled and felt his cock twitch. When you talked like that it always set him on fire. “Only me, mommy.”
“Good boy.”
“Only yours, only y-yours..nggh…”
“Jungkook, what are you doing? You know I can’t. Jimin is right outside…”
“But mommyyyy…”
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After that summer Jungkook made sure to get a part-time job, his studies taking a hit, but he didn’t care. He was going to see you this time, and he’d make sure to make up for all the time he missed.
When he woke in the morning to take his flight, he felt nervous for the first time in a long time. You didn’t know he was coming. He made sure Jimin didn’t blab, saying he wanted everyone to be surprised by his visit, and boy were you surprised.
The moment his hand came over the wooden fence to unlatch the door to the yard he noticed how your entire body went rigid. It was such a treat to see the shock on your face. He had two years to work on himself, and he knew immediately that you liked it. His body was larger, stronger, and wider; perfect for fucking you against the wall.
“J-Jungkook! W-what a surprise.”
You ran to hug him, pretending to hug the young man you knew as your son’s best friend, but when you wrapped your arms around him, Jungkook could sense your need instantly.
“Hey, Ms.___. It’s been a while.”
“It most certainly has.”
Jungkook spent the day with you and Jimin acting nonchalant all while ignoring your obvious advances and eye gestures to meet him in the kitchen. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he had to make you realize how upset he’d been all this time, knowing that you were living your life as if his feelings weren’t your top priority. And so when the night was through, he asked Jimin to take him home, the frown on your face filling him with pleasure.
“See you, Ms.___. Thanks for everything.”
When he turned to leave, he glanced back when Jimin was out the door, and grabbed his crotch, wiggling it up and down while biting his lip. “Thanks for the blue balls.”
He didn’t make it ten steps before your text messages came pouring in. He managed to ignore them all the way home and even into the night until a rock hitting his window woke him from sleep.
Opening his window, he wasn’t surprised to find you down below looking like a pathetic mess. “Shame on you, Ms. ____. What would the neighbors think if--”
“Jungkook! Let me in!”
Jungkook laughed to himself all the way down the stairs and to the front door where he then stood shirtless leaning against the frame. “Come in, then.”
The scowl on your face was incredibly sexy and it took a lot for him not to kiss you now that you were both alone.
“Why are you being such a brat? And why are you opening your front door? Aren’t your parents home?” you whispered.
“They’re away on a trip. Just like the best parents in the world to do such a thing-- son comes home to visit and they disappear. The question is, why are you here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to see you. After the way you acted today I just needed to know whether or not you want to continue. It’s been two years since we’ve seen each other and you acted differently than what you did on the phone.”
Your voice was shaky, and eyes unable to look into his. He was enjoying this very much. “How I acted? I’m not the one that didn’t bother to come visit and who pretty much lived their life all merrily while I was away. I did nothing, Ms. ___.”
“Jungkook, you know I couldn’t come! Jimin would’ve seen and I couldn't just get time away from work like that. Why didn’t you even come see me in the house today? I made sure you could tell that I wanted to talk to you. You ignored me.”
“Well, I couldn’t give you attention with Jimin being there, now could I?”
“That’s not fair.”
“Oh, isn’t it?”
When Jungkook saw your eyes gloss over, his facade broke just a little. You were both barely into the house, and he was so far away from his bedroom. He honestly didn’t even know how he held on for so long without touching you, but when he stepped forward to tease you, your proximity intoxicated him. He couldn’t help coming closer.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much. I even showed you what you did to me before I left. You just tease and tease and tease… it’s like you want me to suffer. Is that what you want, mommy?”
Jungkook caught the moment you snapped, a twitch in your eye making it clear that you were too far gone to stop yourself. Before he knew it, you were both kissing each other desperately. Your claws were scratching down his bare back while his fingers busied themselves removing everything he could touch. Buttons scattered to the floor, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air, and not a moment after removing your pants, Jungkook plunged himself into you.
You could barely hold yourself together, back pressed to the door, one leg wrapped around his hip while the other balanced on the ball of your foot. The moment was primal, desperate, and hungry. All that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans along with your whimpers. His hips hit against yours, the smacking sound loud enough to resound in both your ears, but neither of you cared. When you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and gripped at the roots of his hair, he growled into your neck and lost all control. His body temperature was well above the norm, sweat beads rolling down his temple and neck, only for you to lick them right up before they even reached the ground.
The urgency was so powerful, the need so great, that it only took a few minutes before you both came and fell to the floor. Heavy breathing filled the room, and cum leaked from between your legs. It took about five minutes before either of you spoke.
“I missed you… I missed you… I-” Jungkook was the first to talk, his shaky voice making it clear he was in distress.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’m here now. I’ll never leave you.”
Your words cut through him like a sharp blade, the promise hanging in the air along with the knowledge that you weren’t very good at keeping them. In that moment he came to the realization that everything was his fault. He was the one that left, he was the one that didn’t tell you how he felt before leaving, and it was his fault for not keeping better tabs on you.
“I’m sorry I can’t help it. I just love you. I’m in love with you, ____.”
His eyes finally opened and he noticed you hadn’t responded. Turning to you, he grasped your face and kissed you deeply hoping that the reason you were silent was because you were in a happy state of shock.
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Jungkook never returned to school. He somehow managed to convince his parents that it wasn’t his thing and he even found a nice paying job that allowed him to get his own apartment. His relationship with you got more serious, and whenever he had the time available, he gave it all to you. Which is why he couldn’t understand why you were leaving him on a Saturday morning.
The weather was perfect, the clouds in the air and chilly temperature making it a stay-at-home-and-cuddle kind of day, but you were set on your schedule.
“Why are you going?” Jungkook frowned, sitting like a toddler with his legs in a ‘w’shape on the bed. He was wearing nothing but a long white tee. Underneath he was completely naked, the dried up cum on his inner thigh and belly evidence of what he’d done with you the entire night.
“Because, baby boy, I need to meet new clients and today was the only day they’d be in town. I told you this everyday for the past two weeks.”
“But still! I don’t want you to leave. I need youuu.”
He waited until you glanced in his direction to pretend a long, whiny stretch that also lifted up his shirt and revealed his newly aroused and thick cock. He knew you couldn’t say no to it. Especially not after last night when you begged him over and over and over…
“Baby, I can’t.”
Your words shattered his world, the way you spoke them as if he wasn’t the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. “What! Well...who is this client anyway? Is it a guy? Is it, mommy!? Are you going to go fuck some other man while I sit here like a pathetic …”
“Jungkook, stop it!”
Your tone upset him and he was about to stand up and attach himself to your leg if he had to but then you walked forward and slid your hands up your skirt and pulled down your panties. Without another word Jungkook adjusted his legs so that he was in a sitting position and you turned around and lifted your skirt enough so that you could sit on his lap.
“Be a good boy and fuck your mommy while I do my makeup.”
Jungkook didn’t need any other words. He gripped your hips and helped you sit neatly on his throbbing dick, lifting you up and down on his cock several times before becoming impatient. Sliding his hands over to your legs, he tugged them open so that they hooked over both sides of his legs, tearing your skirt in the process. You didn’t get a chance to complain, not with the way he had you bouncing on his cock. Somehow his hand made it into your hair, tugging your head back so that your back arched. His other hand was on your stomach holding you in place. The more power he put behind his thrusts, the higher you bounced, and the deeper he plunged. He could feel himself through your belly, and he almost came the moment he thought of filling it with his seed.
Needing to feel deeper, he stands, taking you with him and ripping the skirt even higher. He makes it to the front of your makeup mirror with you in tow, his dick still nestled inside of your slit. It’s an awkward position to hold, and when he lets go of your hair, you fall forward. Your hands catch you, landing over the surface of your dresser. Everything on it is jostled, his relentless thrusting rocking your body forward and closer to the mirror. And then you make the mistake of looking up and into his eyes. The reflection does nothing to lighten the intensity of his desire. He can see the way your eyes water, the mascara running down and ruining the process you started. You sob and plead for him to fuck you harder, drool running over your chin and onto the surface that currently supports the upper half of your body. You looked fucking ruined, and he knew then he’d won.
“Who owns this pussy, mommy? Hmm?”
“YOU! You do!”
“Good.” Jungkook growls over the shell of your ear before giving one last hard thrust. He empties himself completely, his own strength leaving his body the moment you release the grip you held on his cock.
After a few moments, he hears you grumble and complain. You must’ve caught a glimpse of your hair and face. He knew he made you late, but fuck that, you had to know who you belonged to. He steps back and helps you up. When he notices you heading for the bathroom, he stops you.
“Don’t clean it.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I want you to keep me inside of you all day. I want whoever this fucker is to smell that you’re mine. Be my good mommy, pleaseeee. Keep my cum deep inside.” He cups your cunt and then reaches into the drawer grabbing a new pair of panties. Bending down, he looks up at you with soft, pretty eyes and motions you to step into them. Sliding them all the way up, he removes your ruined skirt and kisses your lips gently.
“I’ll buy you a new skirt. I’m sorry.”
____
When you leave, he feels absolutely miserable, the time alone leaving him with nothing to do but think. He knew Jimin was away at school and that you’d be busy away from the house, so entering your family home would be easy. Once there he makes his way into your bedroom.
Even after all this time you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to fuck him on your bed. Perhaps it was some sort of guilt you felt, fucking your son’s best friend behind his back, but sooner or later you were going to have to tell Jimin. You and he were in love, so there was no reason why you shouldn’t tell your son. Jimin was an understanding guy. Besides, Jungkook had a plan that would ensure everything went well.
Sitting on your bed, he had to calm himself a little, your familiar scent sending his body into euphoria. He felt himself get hard and it annoyed him that you were busy doing something without him. After all the sacrifices Jungkook had made for you, it was clear you were still too scared to move things along. So when he grabbed your birth control and flushed them down the toilet, he felt no remorse, and then when he returned to his own apartment and poked holes in his condoms, he also felt nothing. You would see soon enough how much he loved you and that he’d be there for you no matter what. Nobody could love you like him; nobody.
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