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borathae · 1 year

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↳ Index [Day 26 - Lipstick & Photography]

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Kinks: Switching, red lipstick, kissing, body worship, nippleplay, erotic photography, praise, tears, finger sucking, sexy possessiveness, marking, tattoos & piercings, black leather jackets, rough & passionate sex on the sofa, she rides him, overstimulation (m.receiving), creampie, squirting, the aftercare :(, the sexual tension in this is making me weak, also Jungkook is wet from being in the rain because that deserves a warning

Wordcount: 6.6k

a/n: i want him, need him, crave him. i also wanna state that this story controlled me, i will not apologize for the utter feralness however. enjoy besties ❤

“Kiss me.”

You are on your way home after a date at the cinema. The sky is crying cold rain and the small bus stop barely shields your bodies. The sun has set a long time ago, the wet streets reflect the millions of city lights. Red, greens, whites, oranges and blues. The most beautiful paintings are engraved on the streets, destined to disappear once the world dries up again.

“Kiss me”, Jungkook whispers, eyes glued to your lips and hands on your waist. He is standing by your side, resting his forehead against your temple.

You ignore him not because you want to, but because you feel way too shy to initiate his request. You are never that touchy in public.

“Please kiss me”, he begs, drawing closer until his lips brush against your cheek. They feel warm on your cold skin, forcing a shiver to run down your spine.

“The bus’s coming in two minutes”, you tell him.

“So kiss me in that time”, he says, pulling you closer by twisting a bundle of your coat.

You are so affected by him. If you weren’t still in public, you would have already given in. You have no idea why exactly he was as clingy as he was right now, but you won’t question him. You are so obsessed when he is like this.

“Let’s wait a little”, you say.

“How long?” Jungkook breathes, gazing at your lips. You are wearing red lipstick tonight and it’s been driving him insane. You look so beautiful with red lips.

“Until we’re home.”

“But that’s in twenty minutes.”

“You can do it.”

“No, I can’t.”

You turn your head.

He chases you instantly, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.

You move closer.

Jungkook moans softly, eyes falling closed.

“The bus’s here”, you whisper, breaking away.

Jungkook feels weak, barely getting on the bus.

There were no seats empty so you end up standing by the doors. Jungkook holds the pole above his head while you find your support by holding his waist. The people around you feel miniscule now that you are so close to each other, eyes locked with each other and lips almost touching. The bus begins moving, Jungkook barely sways, keeping you safe. The bus is quiet as people are either too tired to talk, listening to music or alone. Jungkook’s eyes race between yours, the colour of his skin changes with the city lights outside. Red, green, orange, pink, blue. He looks good in every single shade.

The bus stops, the people ebb and flow beside you. Jungkook and you need to draw closer as more people ended up on the bus than left.

Like this your noses are almost touching. Jungkook’s eyes lower, his fingers tighten around the pole. He could kiss you. You are so fucking close that you couldn’t even escape if he tried to. He could get a taste of you, feel your soft lips tremble as you lose yourself in his kiss. He would just have to tilt his head.

The bus stops again. People come and go. The density stops, but you don’t draw back. Jungkook twists his hands on the poles back and forth, arms tensing as he holds both of you when the bus drives off again. Your eyes are racing between his’, your fingers squeeze his waist.

Jungkook leans in not to kiss you but to whisper against your ear.

“I wanna do the worst things to you”, he rasps, making sure to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

You shiver, twisting the fabric of his coat.

“If we were alone, I’d already be kissing you until you’re dizzy”, he continues.

The bus stops again. People pass you as they leave and come. You lift your head, making your noses brush against each other.

Jungkook is carrying a nonchalant expression to other people, but to you it is soaked in a desire. Eyes darkened and lips glistening in temptation. You want him and he wants you, it is so obvious to you and him.

The bus drives off. You hold onto Jungkook tightly, using the moment to press yourself closer. Jungkook purrs softly, lips curling into a cocky smirk.

“It’s okay, hold onto me”, he whispers, tensing his arms to the point where the black leather of his jacket is stretching around his big arms.

Two more stops and then you can finally leave. Two more stops. It sounds like too much. And it is. You want him. Want him like lungs want air and plants want water.

The bus stops. A group of teens enters the bus, placing themselves around you and making you and him draw even closer together. Jungkook lets go of the pole with his left hand, wrapping his arm around your waist instead to press you against him. His fingers are gripping your side strongly, massaging you now that bodies shield you from the rest of the bus.

You are thankful for his strong grip because without it, you probably would have already fainted. He is way too sexy right now. What did you do to get him into such a state?

“The other people”, you whisper.

“What about them?” he retorts.

“Your hand.”

He squeezes your waist, sending heat straight to your pussy with it.

“I’m just making sure that you don’t fall”, he answers you nonchalantly.

“Fuck”, you press out, looking to the side because you can’t bear his eye contact anymore.

“Don’t”, he rasps, stubbing you with his nose.

“What?” you turn, almost touching lips.

He gazes at them then locks eyes with you. His pupils are dilated.

“Don’t look away.”

Holy fuck, you want him.

Jungkook squeezes your waist.

You gulp, looking at his lips.

The bus stops.

“It’s our stop”, you croak out and press yourself past him to leave the bus.

Jungkook leaves a little after you, stumbling because he had to fight his way outside.

You are walking just a few steps down the sidewalk, arms wrapped around your body and head lowered because of the rain.

“Baby”, Jungkook calls out and jogs after you.

You stop and turn.

His hair is already soaked, the rain is running down his face.

Jungkook arrives by your side, holding his hand over your head to shield you from the rain.

“Why did you run?” he asks.

“I didn’t. You’re messing with me.”

“I’m messing with you?”

Your eyes flit to his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flit to your lips.

He steps closer, hopeful and naïve.

“Yeah”, you say, leaving him hanging by turning around and walking off.

“Fuck baby”, Jungkook laughs, chasing you. He wraps his fingers around your wrist, but doesn’t tug, “why are you playing so hard to get?”

“It’s raining.”

“Yeah, it’s not like you’re not already wet.”

You stop in shock, whipping around and almost making Jungkook collide with you. He draws closer, sneaking his hand to your lower back. Your hips touch.

There is a streetlamp above your heads. It soaks his skin in deep oranges and makes the water in his hair appear like a fiery sundown.

“Admit it”, he says, “your clothes aren’t the only thing soaked.”

He isn’t wrong.

“You’re fucking ridiculous”, you throw back.

Jungkook smirks, tilting his head to get to you better.

“Kiss me”, he breathes.

“Keep dreaming.”

“Kiss me please.”

“The rain’s getting worse.”

“I fucking want you.”

“We need to get home.”

“You drive me insane.”

You moan as he tugs you close.

Jungkook growls and claims your lips.

“Fuck.”

His lips are hot, the rain is cold. His body is burning up, your clothes feel ice cold. His hands knead your hips, while yours twist his soaked hair.

You should get out of this rain. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t. The weather’s too bad.

You pull him closer. Jungkook cups the nape of your neck.

People can see you. There is a group of people watching you out of a convenience store window. You should get out of this rain.

Your tongues tangle with each other. Your senses are blurry except for how it feels to kiss.

You should get out of this rain.

You step closer, pulling him down to you. He stumbles, arms wrapping around your middle to press you into him. You stumble, back arching. He chases you, holds you against him, kisses you passionately.

You should really get out of this fucking rain. The traffic has stopped next to you. Red light. People are staring. The windows of their cars are tinted, but their looks burn right through you.

“We should get outta this rain”, you tell him.

“You’re breaking my heart”, he rasps, gripping you desperately.

“You’ll survive.”

“Barely.”

“Go. It’s not that far.”

Your apartment is just down the block and up a small incline. The pathway is dark, but Jungkook is here to protect you. You realised that bad people don’t dare to come close to you when you are out with him at night. Dark hair, leather jacket and tattoos on his sculpted arms. He is keeping the bad away from you, giving it to you so fucking bad later in return.

He swears that much as he watches you unlock your apartment, eyes focused on the smudged lipstick on your lips. It got all messy when he kissed you, now covering parts of your chin and cheeks as well.

“Fuck, hurry up”, he stresses you, drawing closer by connecting his lips with your neck. They leave smudged lipstick stains all over your skin, but more than stains, they leave you with an unbearable ache between your legs. Jungkook sucks on your favourite spot, breaking away with a moan to whisper against your ear, “need you so bad, baby.”

“Fucking hell, Kook”, you get out and finally manage to open the door.

You stumble inside, Jungkook follows. He grabs your shoulders and twirls you, pressing you against the door.

“Thank fucking finally”, he says, leaning in to kiss you like he has never kissed you before.

“Kook”, you moan, falling into the sensation with all you have to offer. Thank fucking finally indeed. Holding back was almost impossible. You wrap your leg around his waist, Jungkook rocks his hips into you as if he was already making the roughest love to you. The lipstick smudges more and more. The floor is covered in rainwater continuously dripping from your bodies.

You should get a mop. Get out those shoes. Take off your wet clothes. You’ll catch a cold.

You pull him closer, taking his lip piercing between your teeth to tug on it roughly.

“Fuck baby”, Jungkook growls, knees buckling from the sensation.

You let go of it with a throaty giggle, claiming his lips in a sloppy kiss. Jungkook thrusts into you harshly, shaking the door and forcing a trembling moan out of you. He thrusts again, clothed boner rubbing right against your clothed clit. He is angry fucking you. You know that he is. He doesn’t even need to be inside you to let you know how deeply affected the attention to his piercing left him.

You break away, keeping him close with your hand tightly around a bundle of his black hair.

“Take your fucking clothes off and fuck me properly”, you rasp.

Jungkook growls, grinding his cock into your pussy.

“You drive me insane, fucking insane”, he rasps.

“Do it now. I hate waiting.”

“Fuck.”

Jungkook steps back and rips the jacket off his body, exposing the drenched turtleneck to your eyes. His nipples are rockhard under the material, his waist looks so small while his tits look so huge. His lower face is covered in your lipstick stains, his wet hair is hanging into his face in messy strands.

“You’re so fucking hot”, you tell him and rip your own coat off your body, dropping it on the ruined floor.

Jungkook stares at your tits then your lips. The red lipstick is almost gone. He wonders how ruined his face looks.

Next shoes. Heavy boots and big sneakers. They get discarded on the rug.

You step closer and push at his chest.

“Walk.”

“Where to?”

“Living room.”

The pants leave your bodies in the kitchen. Your shirts follow in the hallway to the living room. You stumble into the room lost in a kiss, hot bodies pressed against each other and lips busy with a desperate kiss. You lead the way, then Jungkook does, then you again. The TV almost gets knocked down, Jungkook catches it before it can happen, pulling you close to him as you squeal in surprise.

“Fuck, that was close”, he says, giving you a cute look, “sorry.”

“It’s fine, nothing happened”, you assure him.

“True”, he agrees and pulls you back into a kiss.

He wants to pull you on top of his lap as he falls on the couch. You stop him by pulling him back up by his briefs, breaking the kiss. Jungkook moans from the pressure on his balls, gripping your shoulders strongly.

“Take your boxers off. I’m not getting my couch wet”, you tell him.

“I’ll get it wet either way”, he throws back, knowing very well that you are aware what he means by that.

“You’re such a fucking-“, you stop, tugging his briefs down roughly.

“Shit, baby”, he gasps, hard cock springing free.

“Out. Now.”

“You’re so fucking hot.”

You wait for him until he stepped out of briefs, connecting your hand with his chest to push him onto the couch.

Jungkook falls with a moan, head slacking against the backrest and thighs spreading cockily. His hard cock slaps against his abs, filling your ears with the sound of it.

You take his cheeks between your fingers, placing your knee right between his thighs. Jungkook moans, eyes glued to your lips and hands gripping your hips.

“Do you finally wanna tell me why you’re acting the way you are?” you ask him.

“Your lipstick”, he says, drawing closer, “I wanna fucking eat you.”

“My lipstick?”

“I’ve got a thing for red lips, they drive me insane”, he says and licks his lips, “just look at my fucking cock. That’s how good you get me.”

You release his face, looking down at his cock.

“So hard.”

“So fucking hard.”

“Mhm”, you ruffle his wet hair, “stay here.”

“Where are you going?”

“Stay and don’t touch.”

You leave the living room without giving him a real answer.

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out, gripping his own thighs as he lets his head fall back. He’s so fucking needy for you. Stripped and soaking wet. Lips throbbing from kissing and cock aching for a touch. He needs you to come back soon or else he’ll actually start fucking the pillows just to get some sort of relief.

You release him of his agony when you return to him five minutes later, dressed in a new set of panties but no bra and with fresh lipstick on your lips. You kept the smudged part.

"Holy fuck", Jungkook chokes out, hands gripping his inner thighs, "you look so fucking sexy."

"I know", you say, walking to him with swaying hips.

You claim the space atop his lap, making Jungkook straighten up just so he can be closer to you.

"You drive me insane", he rasps, hands on your ass and eyes racing over your lips.

"Mhhm", you hum, leaning down.

Jungkook thinks you'll kiss him but you end up tugging at his lip ring again, eliciting the throatiest moan from him. You release it, watching in delight as his lips pops back into shape. He licks them, eyes filled with yearning.

"Who are you, Kookie?" you ask him.

"Fucking yours", he rasps.

"Exactly, mine", you say, grabbing a bundle of his hair to tilt his head back.

Jungkook allows it with his eyes falling closed, revealing his thick neck to your eyes.

"My pretty boy", you rasp, connecting your red lips with his throat to mark it. His moan tickles your lips, motivating you to mark another part of his neck. From his throat all the way up to his ear. The kiss marks lose in opacity as the path continues.

Jungkook is panting, heart racing under your lips. His breath hitches when you take his ear piercing between your teeth to tug on it gently.

"My sexy", you whisper, sending shivers down his spine.

You sit back, keeping your unoccupied hand on his chest as you reapply the lipstick. Jungkook watches you, feeling short of breath.

"You're so hot", he whispers, gasping when you finish with a smack of your lips.

You give him a flirty smirk, lowering your lips to his chest. Jungkook inhales deeply, exhaling in a tremble.

"You've got the best tits", you say, "so strong and muscular."

You leave your lipstick marks everywhere but his nipples, riling him up to the point where he arches into your kiss. His skin prickles like crazy, his cock’s the hardest it has ever been.

You lift yourself again, showing him your smudged lips. There is barely any lipstick left, now covering his chest instead.

You lift your lipstick, giving him a playful smile.

Jungkook eyes it, then your face, gulping heavily.

You don’t place it against your lips, instead you connect it with his chest to frame his left nipple in a heart.

"Oh god baby, I’m so fucking hard. Why are you so sexy?" he groans, nipple feeling hypersensitive even without getting it touched.

"I don’t know", you say in a smirk.

You place the lipstick against his other pec, repeating the heart. Your artwork needs to be symmetrical, it looks prettier like that.

"I'm going insane, seriously insane", he pants, cock throbbing against his stomach.

You finish off the heart with a flick, closing the lipstick again. You place your hands right under his framed nipples, massaging his muscles slowly.

"You're so handsome", you praise, "your nipples are so pretty like this."

Jungkook tries to sit up to kiss you, but you push him back down again.

"Stay still, let me take a picture first", you say, pulling out your phone.

"Where did you even store that?" he asks, tensing his pecs for you.

"Up my ass", you joke, cracking him up.

You chuckle, snapping the prettiest pictures of his marked chest and framed nipples.

"Fuck, you’re so funny", he says, allowing you to roll his head to the side so you can snap a pic of his neck as well. He even tilts his head back, showing off his marks proudly.

"You are seriously so pretty Kookie. How come you’re so pretty?" you coo, lowering your phone.

Jungkook turns his head to you, giving you a droopy smile.

"You think so?" he asks

"Yeah, you are", you say, "now hold this."

You hand him the lipstick. Jungkook holds it with shaking fingers.

"Cover my lips", you say, puckering them just for him to use the lipstick on.

Jungkook however covers his own lips, never once breaking eye contact. You watch his gesture hungrily.

"What are you doing?" you ask, eyes following his fingers as they close the lipstick.

Jungkook cups your cheek and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. You chase him instantly, pussy dripping all over his thigh and fingers dimpling his tits. So that’s how he'll cover your lips.

Fuck.

Jungkook breaks the kiss when you are both breathless, lips pulsating and eyes barely wanting to open.

"Done", he rasps.

“You’re so fucking sexy, holy fuck”, you growl, pulling him into another kiss. The kind which knocks the air out of his lungs and which turns his legs into puddy even while sitting down. He is trying to tug you closer to his cock as you kiss, whimpering and moaning desperately while his tattooed hands grope your ass needily.

There is nothing better in the world than making out with you naked and wet from rain.

You break the kiss in need for air, releasing his lower lip from nibbling on it roughly. Jungkook is gasping for air, eyes barely staying open.

“Fuck”, he presses out, chasing you by rubbing his nose up and down your own.

“Yeah”, you agree, giving his cheeks a soft squeeze, “shit Kookie, I wanna eat you whole.”

You shimmy yourself down from his lap, connecting your lips with his upper tummy. You hold his waist for it, massaging it gently.

"Wanna eat you. Wanna nom on you", you chant between your kisses.

Jungkook sucks in air through his teeth, looking down at you with a racing heart. He knows exactly what that position means. You’ve been between his legs a hundred times before, licking and sucking his cock as if it was your only purpose.

“You’re the best, baby. The goddamn best”, he says.

“No. You are”, you throw back, outlining the ridges of his abs with hungry lips. He tastes so good, his skin feels so soft, “you’re so handsome. I love your stomach, love it so much.”

“Feels so good”, Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the backrest. He parts his legs, skin tingling when you touch them with your left hand while your right continues holding his waist. He is so excited to get his cock sucked. So goddamn ready.

But it doesn’t come instantly. You kiss every inch of his stomach first, reapplying lipstick at least twice to make sure he knows you love him so much. Jungkook’s stomach is incredibly sensitive, so getting so much attention to it, left his cock dripping when it was finally time for you to take it in.

Jungkook moans, feeling your lips radiate warmth as they linger over his tip. He doesn’t dare to look down, loving the surprise of when you finally take him in.

“So pretty”, the words swirl against his cock, “you’re so handsome. I can’t get enough of you”, you add and move away.

Jungkook looks down, eyes burning in desperate tears.

You are buried in his left inner thigh, kissing and biting it lovingly.

“Fuck please”, he whispers under his breath, dropping his head back against the sofa cushion. He is so desperate. All he needs is for his cock to be touched. It hurts so much.

But it doesn’t come. Of course it doesn’t. First you cover every single inch of his muscular thighs with your lipstick marks and love bites. Jungkook swears he can’t decide if getting his stomach kissed was more torturous than getting his thighs kissed. Every inch of him feels so sensitive by now. Everything feels so good. Oh god, Jungkook feels like crying. It feels so good while his cock aches so much.

Your lips finally leave his thighs and yet his cock stays untouched.

“Please”, Jungkook begs, looking down at you with heavy eyes.

You look up from your phone, eyes looking oh so innocent and lips all smudged sexily.

“What?” you ask him, “I’m just taking some pictures. Your thighs are so sexy.”

“You’re such a tease”, he whines, head falling against the cushions in defeat.

“Why?”

He hears the camera click, cock throbbing in reaction. He loves being so exposed and naked for you and knowing that you are capturing his marked state for all eternity turns him on so much.

“Do you not like being my muse, mhm?” you ask him, moving the camera so you can capture his marked stomach.

Jungkook watches you with half-lidded eyes, tensing his abs for you. He wants to look his best on those pics. He wants you to get wet instantly whenever you look at them (you will).

“I love being your muse”, he says.

“Yeah? You’re the best muse. You’re so handsome, I don’t wanna stop taking pics of you”, you say and giggle so innocently that it almost sounds taunting to him.

“Fuck baby please hurry up”, he whines, giving you the biggest pout in the history of pouts.

You merely chuckle, “you’re cute.”

You drop back onto your knees, placing the phone aside for now to run your hands up and down your marked thighs. You make sure that every now and then your fingertips brush against his balls, resulting in Jungkook moaning each and every time.

“You’re my love”, you say, eyes burning in deep adoration, “my most handsome love.”

“Stop”, he whispers, lowering his eyes shyly.

“Why?” you laugh.

“Because…” he touches the side of his neck, “…just so.”

“You’re so cute”, you say, leaning in to kiss the most sensitive spot on his thigh.

He exhales shakily, heart fluttering not only from love but also from excitement. You are so close to his cock again.

“Please”, he tries with his voice barely audible.

“Mhhm, baby”, you mumble, biting him softly, “so yummy. You’ve got the juiciest thighs.”

“Babyyy”, he whines, squirming desperately, “please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me…”

“But I am touching you.”

“More”, he whimpers, bucking his hips up.

“Cute”, you gush, gazing at his leaking cock, “your cock’s so wet.”

“Wanna be touched please” he begs, parting his legs.

“You’re seriously so cute. What the hell?” you gush, “why are you so cute, Kookie? Mhm?” you say, shaking his thighs as you gaze up at him.

Jungkook hides his face behind his hands, “please just…fucking touch me”, he whines, burning up in giddiness.

“Cute.”

You finally grip his cock, making him moan and fuck your fist like a madman. Rough thrusts, sloppy and desperate. You let him move for five hard strokes and then you slam his hips back into the sofa, knocking a desperate grunt out of him

“Stay still”, you order him, squeezing his cock painfully.

Jungkook whimpers, “fuck you’re so cruel”, he croaks, looking at you with pleading eyes. They widen just seconds later as he can watch you lower your lipstick to his cock, “what are you- ah baby? What? Hah.”

He tenses his thighs, gripping the edge of the couch. You are scribbling on his cock. It tickles so much. It’s heaven. He can’t see what you are creating, but the sensation is fucking amazing.

“There we go”, you say, admiring your work with a playful smirk, “you look like such a pretty boy now.”

“What did you do? I wanna see”, he begs, tensing his thighs desperately.

You replace the lipstick with your phone.

“Hold still”, you order, focusing right on his cock. You hold it between your fingers, showing your art piece to the camera.

“You’re so fucking hot”, Jungkook whines, wetting his cockhead with spurts of precum. It turns him on so much to be your pretty little model. He really hopes that his cock looks good on pictures (it does).

“Yes, that’s it. You’re so wet. It comes out great, baby. Such a wet, pretty cock”, you praise, snapping another picture with his precum running all through your artwork.

You lower your phone, gazing at the picture with big heart eyes.

“So pretty”, you whisper.

“Show me please”, he begs, squirming needily.

You flip the phone.

“No”, Jungkook croaks, eyes filling with desperate tears, “baby, you’re fucking killing me.”

You wrote MINE on his cock. It sticks to his skin in deep red letters, marking him as your pretty property.

“Do you like it? I think it fits you”, you taunt.

“Fuck me please. Please I’m fucking begging you, fuck me”, he pleads, voice trembling in desperation.

“But Kookie the lipstick’s gonna smudge”, you taunt, giving him a faux pout.

“I don’t care, please please fuck me. Please.”

“You’re such a delight”, you say, dropping your phone in order to take off your panties. You make yourself comfortable on top of his lap, running your hands along his sculpted arms and shoulders.

Jungkook touches your hips instantly, holding them strongly. His eyes are gazing up at you, his chest is heaving up and down quickly.

“I’m so hard”, he croaks.

“I know”, you whisper, wiping his tears, “don’t cry baby. I’ve got you.”

“I want you so much.”

“Me too.”

“You drive me insane.”

“I know.”

“Baby please.”

“Hush, I’ve got you remember?”

“Yeah…”

You position yourself over his cock, riling him up when this makes your juices drip right onto his burning tip. He whimpers, biting down on his lower lip in concentration. He shouldn’t beg anymore. it comes off as desperate. You wouldn’t mind, you love him desperate, but Jungkook is too competitive for that.

You sink down, embracing him in your soaked pussy.

“Ah”, he lets out, closing his eyes.

“No”, you slip off of him again, forcing Jungkook to whimper, “open your eyes.”

He obeys, showing you his pleading eyes.

“Close them again and you can fuck your own fist tonight, understood?”

He nods his head.

“Say it.”

“Yes, understood.”

“Good”, you say, rewarding him by sinking down on him again.

Jungkook wants to make a sound but ends up blowing out air instead, eyelids fluttering and brows furrowing. It’s so difficult not to close his eyes. You’ve teased his cock for so long that the pussy you give him right now feels a hundred times more intense.

“Your cock’s the fucking best”, you say, bottoming out.

Jungkook whimpers, kicking the ground as he squirms underneath you. He tugs you closer easily, showing you just a quick glimpse of his true strength. He’s holding back for you, you know that he is. It turns you on so much. Your strong man, all puddy in your hands. You rock your hips slowly, caressing his shoulders while you get lost in his eyes.

“Isn’t that so much nicer when we can look at each other?” you taunt.

“It’s so hard”, he croaks, fluttering his lashes at you.

“I know, I know, but you’re a good boy aren’t you?”

“No”, he whimpers, “I’m a bad boy. Please can I close my eyes?” he begs.

“Uuuh….no”, you say, giving him no mercy as you begin bouncing on him.

Jungkook groans for as long as there is air in his lungs, looking at you with his eyes just slightly crossed. His fingers are dimpling your hips, his thighs are shaking. His lower face is all covered in smudged lipstick, the kiss marks on his neck and torso are starting to melt away from his burning up body.

“You look so fucking sexy baby”, you rasp, chasing the addicting electricity only his cock can send through your pussy, “don’t wanna have to miss out on those pretty eyes going all cross because of me.”

The position allows you to grind your clit against his pubic bone, adding just a whole other layer of pleasure to the ride. You speed up, chasing the friction and the girth of his cock. You must admit, you are just as desperate as Jungkook. Worshipping his body has reduced you to a sensitive mess. You can barely handle his cock, fighting your own urges to close your eyes.

“Please can I close my eyes?” he begs, spilling tears, “it’s so hard.”

“Fine. Good god, close your eyes”, you allow him, rolling your eyes.

“Thank you”, Jungkook closes them by rolling them back, arching his back afterwards, “ah! Holy fuck! Ah”, he moans loudly, hands slipping to your ass to squeeze it roughly. He’s falling and he doesn’t want to stop.

“That’s it. Moan for me, let me hear your slutty little voice”, you encourage him, writing your name to make sure that he remembers who fucks him like that. The lipstick mark may long be rubbed away from your ruthless fucking, but you will make sure that Jungkook remembers who owns that dick.

Jungkook moans louder, ending it with a disbelieved laugh and his body dropping back into the pillows. His thighs part, jiggling roughly each time you slam your ass down on him. His cock throbs, his balls feel like bursting.

“This feels so fucking good”, he laughs, arching his back again, “I feel fucking dizzy.”

“Yeah Kookie, feels like heaven. You’ve got the best dick. I’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Baby”, he croaks, opening his eyes just to spill his tears for you.

“Yeah I did Kookie baby. I’ve hit the motherfucking jackpot”, you taunt.

“Urgh gooood”, he groans, eyes rolling back and closing slowly.

“Tell me that I’m lucky”, you order him, squeezing his shoulders.

“What, what?” he barely brings out, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

You grab his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes. Jungkook gulps. you are so close all of a sudden, lips almost touching and breaths mixing.

“Tell me that I’m fucking lucky”, you whisper, hips stuttering on his cock.

“You’re…you’re lucky”, he stutters, body trembling.

You smirk, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand, “yeah I am. I’m the luckiest girl, Kookie baby.”

Jungkook finally understands what you wanted him to realise, eyes spilling tears of grateful pleasure.

“You’re lucky”, he squeaks out, gripping your hips bruisingly strong.

“Yeah I am. I’m so goddamn lucky”, you moan, smiling down at him with all the calm in the world while Jungkook feels like crumbling into a million pieces.

He sobs, “you’re fucking lucky!” he wails, throwing his head back, “I’m cumming”, he confesses and unable to wait for your permission, his body breaks under your aggressive bounces. He screams, voice bouncing off the walls and sounding like honey to your ears.

It wasn’t planned, but you still love it. Who knew that praise can get him that good.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it. Cum for me”, you encourage him, helping him ride out his high with angry rolls of your hips.

“Oh god, oh god, please slow”, he begs, shaking like crazy while it all feels like too much.

“No, take it. Take the fuck baby. You’re supposed to take it", you order, clenching around his squirting cock.

“Holy fuck! It’s so much”, he gets out and then sobs desperately, “please baby please.”

“Almost there, baby”, you say, pressing yourself close to him. Your clit is throbbing like crazy, your entire body aches from tensing it so much. Your thighs can barely keep up with your movements, begging for a break. But you can’t stop now, you have to overstimulate your handsome man while making yourself cum in the process.

“Hurts”, he croaks, “oh god please”, he begs, writhing underneath you. He fucking loves this just as much as he hates this.

“Look at me”, you order.

Jungkook can barely open his eyes, looking at you through a thick fog of complete ruin. You press your fingers against his lips. Jungkook opens up and lets you feed him two of them.

“Be quiet and take it”, you rasp, lulling your words.

He whimpers.

“Suck.”

He obeys, sucking on your fingers while spilling the hottest tears. His nose is all rosy and snotty, his wet hair is sticking to his face, his eyes are sparkling so much now that he is crying so much.

“There we go. See? It’s not that hard now, is it?”

He shakes his head, cock throbbing inside you. It burns so much, your every movement makes him want to pass out. It’s so good. He doesn’t want to stop even if his body screams at him to stop. He wraps his fingers around your wrist, squeezing it tightly, just so he can force your fingers deeper.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re so sexy like this”, you growl, hips barely keeping up the rhythm.

Jungkook sucks harder, tensing his stomach just for you. He knows you’re getting off on his abs. It’s what’s been slowly driving insane too, next to all the other sexy shit you’re doing.

“Fuck, okay. I’m close”, you confess, eye contact faltering as your lids fight gravity, “Kookie baby.”

Jungkook slips off your fingers. They are covered in his lipstick and spit.

“Cum for me. Love that pussy when she cums”, he says, taking your fingers back inside to suck them off harshly.

“Shit. Baby”, you get out and then you fall into him as you fall into your high. The position is a little awkward as your fingers never truly leave his mouth and he ends up with you tugging down his jaw. Jungkook doesn’t mind, on the contrary, it’s so hot to get his mouth forced open by you as your pussy spasms around his cock. You whimper like crazy, shaking against his chest while your face is buried in his shoulder.

"Harder", you get out and Jungkook knows it's his time to act. He grabs your ass and broadens his stance to begin rutting up into your pussy. Going hard and rough.

“Aaah”, you wail, convulsing as he turns your orgasm from amazing to otherworldly.

Your fingers finally slip out of his mouth as you grab the edge of the backrest instead.

“You’re so sexy. So fucking sexy. Love that pussy. You’ve got the tightest pussy. Fuck, you’re cumming so hard”, he chants whatever comes into his mind, talking you through your high as his hips keep slamming into you.

And even after that, he keeps on fucking you. He fucks you until he fulfilled his promise of getting your couch wet, telling you the dirtiest things while you feel like the weakest, sex dumbest woman ever existing. You may be the queen of pussy game but Jungkook plays that stroke game like no other.

When he finally slows down and your bodies both finally stop spasming, you can hear your heartbeat in your head and feel it in your pussy.

Jungkook drops you back onto his thighs from holding you up, forcing his cock to bury itself into you one last time.

“Fuck”, you croak, tensing around him.

“Yeah”, he agrees, running his hands up and down your back to calm you down.

“What’s genuinely wrong with you?” you ask him, cracking him up.

“I told you that I wanna do the worst things to do you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but did you really have to go through with it?” you say, lifting your head to send him a look.

Sweat is running down your face and your tits are all covered from the lipstick transferring between your bodies. Jungkook is mirroring your state, sporting the dirtiest smirk ever.

“Course I did. You’ve been driving me crazy all day. You gotta learn what that gets you”, he says.

“I gotta learn?” you snort, nudging his chest, “keep talking like that and I’ll teach you a lesson in what your cocky tongue gets you.”

“Hopefully your pussy. Wet and creampied”, he throws back.

You gulp, eyes widening.

Jungkook laughs, letting his head fall against the couch.

“Just kidding, I gotta have at least an hour of rest now because phew”, he says, closing his eyes.

You rest against him, cradling his head in your left arm so you can play with his wet hair. You feel so content.

“We should shower”, you say.

“We should.”

“Also some tea would be nice. I swear to god, the rain’s gonna give us colds.”

“Tea it is.”

Jungkook runs his hands back to your ass, kneading it slowly but without any ulterior motive other than that he loves holding it when you calm down together.

“This also isn’t over.”

“Good. I’m counting on it. I’m staying overnight.”

“Obviously. You’re not gonna sleep though.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Is your pussy an option?”

“That’s the mandatory starter.”

Jungkook laughs.

You chuckle.

“Then I’ll take eggs for the main course.”

“I can do that.”

The rain’s picking up outside. A harsh wind throws it against your windows. You left the curtains open. You can see the tall radio tower of your district in the distance. The red light at the top is distorted because of the rain.

You close your eyes.

You can't ever look at the colour red the same way.

Not after tonight.

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↳ Index [Day 01 - Period Sex]

Pairing: aaol!couple

Kinks: sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, Mommy kink, period sex, blood, vaginal penetrative sex, vibrator, edging, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), dirty talk, creampies, they are clean & on birth control, aftercare

Wordcount: 3.5k

a/n: if I read one asshole pseudo-intelligent comment about her using pads, I will personally skin you alive in the most painful way. Us monthly-bleeders should support each other instead of judging each other and that goes for what you feel most comfortable in during your period as well. So keep your ugly words to yourselves and enjoy this story. Now that this is out of the way, enjoy besties! 💗

"My love?"

You grumble as an answer.

"I'm home."

"Hmpf."

The bed dents, a warm hand rests itself upon your hip.

"What's wrong?"

"My uterus is shedding itself."

"Oh no, god", Jungkook clicks his tongue, sagging his shoulders, "that sucks so much. I'm sorry. Do you want me to pop down to the store for something?"

"Yes", you roll onto your back, looking at your husband, "can you buy me a new uterus?"

Jungkook laughs, "how about vanilla fudge ice cream and rambokki?"

"Yeah sounds good too", you mumble.

“Yeah? Then I’m getting that”, Jungkook stands up and smooches your forehead, “brb, I won’t be long.”

Jungkook returns half an hour later with the fruits of his successful food vendor hunt. He smooches your forehead as a greeting, doing so with the cutest and proudest sparkle in his eyes.

You eat the rambokki and ice cream cuddled up on the couch together whilst watching a cake baking competition on TV and later Jungkook rubs your feet whilst telling you about his day. Quite frankly, it lifted your once horrible mood by ninety. Your husband always knows how to cheer you up.

Your mood probably would have been lifted by a hundred if it wasn’t for those pesky cramps literally torturing you once you are trying to fall asleep.

Jungkook lifts his head from the pillow upon feeling you toss and turn once again.

"My love, are you still awake?" he whispers.

"Mhm", you answer him, breathing heavily.

"Are your cramps really bad? You’re moving a lot", he asks, scooting closer to you in the darkness of your bedroom. He reaches for your back, scratching it softly to soothe you a little. It feels really nice.

"It hurts", you say, clutching your own tummy tightly.

"I know", he kisses your shoulder, "should I get some pain meds?"

"I already took some, but it still hurts."

"Nooo my love, that sucks so much", Jungkook whines, draping his arm around you just so he can place his hand on your tummy as a makeshift heating pad. He rubs you gently, drawing little circles as he does.

It soothes the pain instantly. Jungkook must have magic in his touch or maybe it is because he does it with so much love and devotion that it really, really helps. He is truly the best heating pad ever.

"Does that help a little?" he asks.

"Yeah, thank you", you say, finally feeling yourself relax.

“Then I’ll keep doing that”, he says, making himself comfortable behind you to spoon you.

Jungkook rubs your belly for quite some time, enjoying the tranquillity of the night with you whilst slowly, very slowly, becoming droopier and droopier in sleepiness.

His eyes are already heavy, when an especially angry cramp makes you tense up again. He puts more vigour into his rubs, kissing your neck and shoulder as he does.

"Is okay", he whispers tiredly, "s'okay."

"God I hate it so much, I just want it to stop", you whine, "I was so sleepy and now I'm not."

"I know, me too", Jungkook says, pecking your cheek repeatedly. His head is just a little bit heavy as it is fighting the cruel pull of gravity.

"Can’t you just fuck an orgasm outta me or something? I heard that helps", you say completely jokingly, laugh contorted in suffering.

Jungkook’s hand halts on your belly, his puckered lips are pressed against your cheek.

"You're not actually considering it, are you?" you ask him, sneaking a glance at him even if the room is dark.

"I mean", Jungkook starts only to get his hand slapped by you.

"Bunny, come on."

"What? You were suggesting. I'm just saying, maybe it helps. You don’t know unless you tried."

"And if it doesn’t help what then?"

"Then we had nice sex."

"What if it's not nice sex?"

"Of course it’s going to be nice. It’s with you", he says and snuggles into you cutely. He makes high-pitched little sound effects, nuzzling into you with all he got and melting your heart with it. He is such a cutie, you really can’t say no to him.

"Okay, okay fine. Let's try it. My cramps can't get worse can they?"

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Yes, let's do it."

"Oh my god that’s so great. I wanted to try this for so long", Jungkook giggles, "I'm so excited right now."

"If I hear one comment about gross blood though, I'm divorcing you."

Jungkook snickers, "that won’t happen", he pecks your cheek, "relax my love, I’m getting everything."

And with that he turns the lights on and runs out of the room. Of his once supposed sleepiness, no trace is left.

"Wait. What? Everything?" you mumble, staring at the bedroom door which he left open.

Jungkook returns from the playroom with a leakage proof sheet cover, some lube and a handy, little vibrator.

"I come bearing gifts", he says.

"I can see that", you say in a chuckle.

"You'll love it. It’s your favourite vibe. Freshly charged for those extra aggressive vibes", he continues, making you smile. He knows you so well.

He helps you place the cover under your butt, kissing you with his hands on each side of your head for way too many seconds afterwards. When he breaks the kiss, your lips became just the slightest bit tender and your pulse is racing in your chest. He looks so excited as well, cheeks rosy and big eyes all sparkly.

"I'm so excited", he says and giggles.

"Me too. I'm starting to feel it."

"Yeah? Are your cramps better already?"

You shake your head, "we need to try more", you say, wiggling your brows.

"Uuh, ohoho", Jungkook wiggles his brows, "more you say? Well then I shall provide for you, my lady", he says in a fake posh accent, making you laugh with it.

"You stupid noodle, you."

He sits down on his heels and lifts the vibrator into your vision. With a click, he has turned it on to the lowest setting, now placing it against your inner thigh right where your knee is. He guides it down your leg, switching his gaze between your clothed middle and your face.

The vibrations feel soft on your skin, gaining in intensity the closer to your pussy he gets.

Jungkook reaches it and does a little swirl, missing your clothed heat to instead tickle your lower tummy with it.

"Don't tease", you warn, opening your legs more.

"I'm not, I’m vibrating the cramps away", he says, swirling the toy right under your belly button.

You crack up, laughing loudly. It makes Jungkook grin cutely.

"You stupid noodle, I can’t believe you", you say between chuckles.

"Heh", Jungkook lets out and kisses your knee. He abandons your tummy to instead rub the vibrator up your other inner thigh.

"Mhm Bunny, not gonna lie, that feels nice", you sigh, "I want more."

"More? Like this?" Jungkook asks, running the tip of the toy up the middle of your pussy. The combination of pj pants, panties and pad barely lets any vibrations through, except for when he reaches your clit. Your hips chase the sensation, you sigh softly.

Jungkook, who realises you love it here the most, stays, turning the vibrations up by one.

"Wow, good", you gasp, "Bunny…baby."

"Are the vibrations enough?" he asks, rubbing the toy up and down just slightly.

"One more?"

Jungkook obeys, gasping right with you as a jolt of pleasure runs through you.

"That's good, that’s really good", you moan, "keep doing that."

Jungkook watches you writhe in pleasure, feeling his pants slowly but surely become tighter in excitement. It turns him on so much to know that he is pleasuring you just right. Also seeing you be blissed out is the hottest view to him, so that doesn’t help with his boner either.

"This is really hot", Jungkook says, "can I take my cock out and touch myself, please?"

You peel your eyes open.

"Take your clothes off first. Wanna see your pretty body."

"Yes, Mommy", Jungkook says, nodding his head obediently.

He sadly has to turn off the vibrator for now, placing it next to your foot. Then he undresses. First his shirt, then his pants. Both get thrown onto his side of the spacious bed.

He looks at you with shy eyes, hands by his sides and chest heaving up and down quickly.

"Such a pretty boy. Look at your cute, little dick. Did you already get a little hard, mhm?"

"Yes, it turns me on so much when you feel good", he says.

You smile. He is the cutest.

"Take off my pants, Bunny."

Jungkook obeys instantly, discarding the clothes on his side of the bed. He looks at your middle, eyes racing over the little flaps which hold the pad in place. He gets harder because of it.

"You're so sexy", he says, running his fingers up and down your warm panties.

"You think so? You like how I look in my period diapers?" you joke, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, they're cute", he says, turning on the vibrator afterwards. He places it back on your pussy, tracing your entrance before returning to your clit.

"Yes Bunny, mhhm yes", you moan, rolling your hips up repeatedly, "shit, that’s good."

Jungkook moans softly, wrapping his hand around his cock to jerk it off to the image of you. It won’t be long and he is completely rock hard. Touching himself just gets him way too good when he can get you off as he does it.

"Keep going Bunny, keep going."

"This is so hot, Mommy. So, so hot."

Not long and your thighs are twitching in an approaching high, body filled with endorphins and head dizzy. The vibrations are intense on your clit and you can’t figure out if the wetness sticking to you is your period or utter horniness. Probably the latter.

Jungkook is panting so much, looking so desperate with his cock all pink and swollen between his fingers.

"Stop Bunny, stop."

Jungkook obeys even if he is edging himself with it. He whines, pouting at you so incredibly sadly as his cock throbs in his hand.

"Me too."

Jungkook drops the vibrator, holding your thighs as you writhe in the pain of a denied orgasm.

"Urgh god", you groan, arching your back in desperation.

"I, I don't understand", he says.

"Want your cock, Bunny", you press out, "just need to be filled by you, love."

"Really? Are you okay with undressing?" he asks, kneading your thighs in excitement.

You nod your head, "just don’t look too much."

"I won’t, but I'm not judging you so don’t worry", he says, hooking his fingers in your panties, "ready?"

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"How about I'll do it?"

"Yes okay, do whatever feels comfortable."

You sit up, tangling your legs over the edge of the bed to take off your panties.

"Sorry, I’m kinda weird about my pad. I don’t want you seeing that ‘cause it can be such a mess."

"It's really fine, don’t worry."

"Aaand it's…not even as bad as I thought it would be", you sneak a glance at him, "tmi. Sorry, I’m talking a lot. This is new to me? I guess?"

"It's really okay. You know how I can get, I’m such an endless chatter when I'm nervous."

You chuckle, "I know you are. Fuck, okay let's do this. Here we go", you lie back down, parting your legs, "my period pussy in its full glory I guess. Tada."

Jungkook looks at you, staying silent for way too many seconds (it wasn’t long, you are simply nervous).

"Say something please."

"Your pussy is so pretty, wow that’s how wet you are already?" Jungkook gushes, running his hands up and down your inner thighs, "your lips are really red right now because of the, you know, blood", he says and giggles.

"Don't say that, oh my god", you whine, trying and failing to close your legs as Jungkook holds them open. His arms tense as he fights you, but he shows no ounce of struggle.

"It's so pretty, you look so soft and warm", he says, gazing at your face with love drunk eyes, "I want to sink my cock into you so bad, Mommy."

Your stomach twists and turns in arousal. He is such a sweet talker. It works every time.

"Then do it", you order him, relaxing your legs again. You don’t want to close them anymore, not when Jungkook promises you the sweet future of his perfect cock.

Jungkook nods his head, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock to lay it atop your pussy. He rubs it through your folds slowly, frenulum grinding against your clit each time he does.

"So wet", he says, breathing speeding up, "and your lips are really swollen. Are you really turned on?"

"Yeah, so turned on. I want your cock."

"I want your pussy too", Jungkook says, pushing in two inches before slipping out again. He moans, furrowing his brows, "it's sticking to me. That’s so hot. My tip's so red now."

"Fuck Bunny, just slip in", you order.

"I'm sorry, it’s just really hot", he says with a grin, before pushing back inside.

He doesn’t leave you this time around, allowing his cock to connect with you inch by inch until he doesn’t have any more to offer.

You feel not even a pinch of discomfort.

Bear in mind, you rarely do with Jungkook, but given how little foreplay you did in comparison to your other extensive sessions, it is truly remarkable how easily he slipped in. Your pussy is just naturally so wet and swollen and ready to be stuffed that his cock feels like heaven now that he is inside.

"Oh my god Mommy", Jungkook squeaks out, pursing his lips into a pout, "your pussy is so wet. Like really, really wet."

"I know, I feel it too."

Jungkook starts rocking back and forth, "woah okay woah", he laughs and furrows his brows, "woahwoahwoah, woah."

He tilts his head back for a gasping breath, chest shuddering as he exhales and fingers digging into the softness of your thighs.

"Woah."

"Yeah, woah", you agree, staring at his face obsessively. He looks so handsome when he gets off good. His cock shifts inside you, rubbing against your g-spot repeatedly. Even inside, you are more sensitive than usual, feeling the need to curl your toes each time he grinds against your favourite spots.

"Your pussy is insane. It’s so warm and so wet", Jungkook looks into your eyes with blown-out pupils, "that’s insane. It’s like you’re having a fever. You’re so warm."

"Bunny seriously, we should have done this sooner. I'm so sensitive."

"You are?" Jungkook pulls a face of devastation, whining loudly, "Mommy I want to cry. I'm so happy that you love it."

"Don't cry, use the vibe instead", you tell him lovingly, eliciting a little chuckle from him.

"Yes okay. Like this?" he asks, turning it back on to place it on your clit. His cock he keeps fucking in and out of you, going slow yet precise.

"Yes fuck", you press out, back arching off the mattress, "fuck, Bunny, oh god that’s the spot."

Jungkook keeps rubbing your clit with the vibrator, eyes fixated on his cock. It turns him on how your pussy looks around it. How she stretches and moves and hugs him so perfectly as he fucks into you. His shaft is all red from your juices, glistening almost blindingly much. His pubes are covered in it as well, looking just as soaked as his cock does.

"You're so wet, seriously so wet. Don’t wanna stop fucking you", Jungkook moans, thighs tensing with each thrust.

He doesn’t go fast, but he makes sure to go as deep as possible to really make you feel his cock. He knows you love that.

"Don't stop Bunny, you’re such a good boy. Your cock's the best", you encourage him, writhing happily. The vibrations are so intense on your clit. Like a constant source of warm electricity, which creeps deep into your every inch. Jungkook’s cock feels a million times better because of it, making you moan each time he hits your g-spot.

"Mommy, I love it", Jungkook croaks and falls to his elbows in a whimper, "love it so much. You’re so wet, it’s insane."

"Fix the vibe Bunny baby", you order.

"Can you do it please? My arm is breaking off otherwise."

You chuckle, taking the vibrator out of his fingers to place it back on your clit. Jungkook places his other elbow next to your head as well, using his fingers to play with your hair.

"Love that", you croak, tilting your head so your lips were almost touching.

Jungkook moans, chasing you with parted lips and continuous sounds leaving him.

"It's so fucking nasty", you rasp, "I love having your perfect cock in my wet pussy."

"Please don’t talk like this", he begs in a whimper.

"Why not?"

"Wanna cum", he whines.

"Aww so sweet, you’re close because I talk dirty good to you?"

"Yeah", Jungkook drops his forehead against yours, "and 'cause your pussy's so fucking wet. Fuck", he adds in an aggressive whisper, cupping your cheek roughly so he can tilt your head up and kiss you as passionately and as deeply as possible.

You moan, you groan, you growl into the kiss, tongues dancing with each other and lips never satisfied with the closeness. Shit, that kiss feels like paradise. Bringing you over the edge so well that you full on moan into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook whimpers as it happens, squeezing your cheeks in desperation.

“You’re so tight, oh god”, he keens.

"Cream me Bunny, cream me", you order him, pulsating around him as the vibrations on your clit force your orgasm to feel never ending.

"Mommy", Jungkook squeaks out and sobs, coming undone with a tremble of his limbs.

His hot cum shoots up your pussy, covering your every inch. The fuck becomes even wetter than before, squelching sounds growing in volume and pussy feeling on fire.

"Fuck baby, Don't stop", you growl, forcing him closer by his hair, "hear me? One more."

"It's so tight", Jungkook sobs, "so w-wet."

"Close baby, close. My pussy's so sensitive. Close. Keep moving Bunny."

"So hard", he whimpers, twisting the pillow and curling his toes.

"Close", you croak, tensing up in anticipation, "Kookie n-now."

You cry out for him, kicking the sheets as your pussy spasm in her orgasm. Lesson learned. You can climax like a mad person on your period. Well, that is going to be one of your new obsessions.

"That shit feels so good", you wail, "so good, ah!"

"It's so hot", Jungkook sobs, spilling tears, "I love you Mommy, I love you so much."

Jungkook has the tendency to confess his undying love for you when you cum especially good. It will never grow old.

"I..love…you-", a gasp and one last shake, "-too."

You drop, skin sticky against the cover and head turning in dizziness. You turn off the vibrator with shaky fingers, discarding it with weak hands.

"Well fuck", you say and exhale loudly, "that was intense."

"Yes, so intense", Jungkook rasps, kissing your cheek repeatedly, "was I good? Did you like it?"

"I fucking loved it. Holy shit, Bunny", you cup both his cheeks, "you are the bestest boy. I feel so fucked, it’s amazing."

Jungkook breaks into happy giggles, attacking you with smiley kisses.

"I'm so happy, this was amazing for me too", he says, softening cock slipping out from all the movement.

"Mhm Bunny, I can feel it dripping out of me", you whine.

"I'm sorry, I came so much. I was so into this", he says, reaching for a tissue, "here, for you."

"Thank you", you accept it, pressing it against your pussy. You study him. He is wiping his cock clean with a tissue as well.

"That's so much blood" you cringe, "are you okay?"

Jungkook looks at you with big, shocked eyes, "of course I am! I don’t think it's gross", he insists loudly, shaking his head, "especially not after I felt how wet you are during your period. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. It’s good to hear you aren’t grossed out. Fuck, it's so messy, isn’t it?"

"It's nothing a quick shower can’t fix", he grins cutely, "do you want to hop in under together and wash up?"

"I feel like this is going to end with us against the wall."

Jungkook laughs, "maybe, let's see."

You roll your eyes, "you're such a stupid noodle. Goddamn. Fine, let's shower together. I really can’t say no to you, can I?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "no", he giggles, "it's because I'm so cute."

"You aren’t wrong", you laugh, "fuck Bunnybaby, you’re such a cutie. My cramps are better too, you know?"

"Really?! Wooow, I’m so happy to hear that", Jungkook squeals, helping you sit up in bed just so he can smooch your lips.

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↳ Index [Day 06 - Big Dick]

Pairing: soft dom!Seokjin x f.Reader

Kinks: love making, he has a big dick, body worship, praise, lingerie, protected vaginal penetrative sex, handjob, vaginal fingering, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is so lovely

Wordcount: 3.9k

a/n: he is so sweet, imma actually cry wth this story made my heart race 🤎

The lights in the room are dimmed, vanilla scented candles give it a soft orange glow and from your bluetooth speaker slow love making music is playing.

You are resting on your back, head supported by your pillow and skin tickled by soft cotton sheets.

Your boyfriend is on top of you, shirtless and with his dark hair slightly tousled in the front. It has gotten so long these days that you can comfortably twist it in the back. His lips are on your skin, showering your neck and collarbones in his undivided devotion. He has been showering you in attention for such a long time already that you feel as if you are floating on warm, fluffy clouds.

“Is that nice?” he whispers as he places yet another kiss on your left collarbones.

“Yes, so nice”, you answer him in a sigh, melting like chocolate in the sun.

“I love kissing you, love it so much”, he mumbles, abandoning your collarbone to kiss your shoulder right next to where your bra strap rests. He walks his fingers down along the strap until they tickle your side.

You arch your back, hoping that he will understand.

He does. He cups your breast gently, holding it safely as his lips dance their way back to your neck. His thumb caresses your nipple over the material, his warmth seeps into your skin.

“Don’t stop”, you plead, knowing very well that he won’t.

Once Seokjin has decided to worship you, he won’t stop until every inch of you got his attention. He always manages to get you so incredibly wet and needy because of it, but you don’t mind that he does. You love that this is his goal whenever you are intimate. Because Seokjin is rather well gifted in size. Very well gifted if one was being honest. The first time you saw him naked and in his full, hardened glory, you almost bailed on him.

“How should I ever fit this inside?” you asked him back then to which Seokjin laughed and assured you that you didn’t need to take him if you didn’t want to. Back then you ended up giving him the “best handjob he has ever gotten” according to him while he fingered you to two orgasms.

Tonight however, you are determined to finally taking him. Seokjin is the best boyfriend you have ever had and you want him with every fiber of your being. And that means wanting his nine inch dick inside you.

“So soft”, Seokjin whispers, kissing down your sternum until he reaches your upper tummy. He holds your sides, palms warm and tender and fingers caressing your skin. You love it so much when he holds you. You always feel so safe when he does. And in return Seokjin loves holding you, he feels so strong and so needed when he has you between his hands.

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, placing kisses along your tummy, "every inch of you is beautiful."

Seokjin has been in love before. But he realised that what he felt was never truly real, because ever since he has you in his life, colours are brighter and warm days are even warmer. He wakes up and thinks of you, he cooks good food and thinks of cooking it for you, he sees funny stuff and thinks of showing it to you and he goes to sleep and dreams of you. Seokjin knows how true love feels these days.

“I don't ever want this to end”, he whispers, meaning the words in more ways than one. Just don’t let us ever end.

The hem of your mesh panties tickle his lips, forcing him to flit his eyes up at you. You aren’t looking, head rolled to the side and lips curled into a happy smile.

“My beautiful?” he asks.

“Mhm?”

“Can I taste you? Please?”

“Yeah, please”, you whisper, parting your legs.

“God, thank you. You make me so happy”, he says, kissing your pussy over the mesh, “so, so happy.”

His lips are so warm. It is driving you crazy that this stupid layer of fabric is between them and your pussy. Every new kiss he places, turns you needier and needier.

“Your panties are soaked”, he rasps, “are you enjoying yourself, love?”

“Yeah…hurry please”, you answer him, hips squirming needily.

Seokjin chuckles, lazily, “you're so cute”, he gushes, before hooking his finger in your panties to pull them to the side.

He kisses your soaked lips first, humming in delight and making your breath hitch.

“So wet. Baby, you’re so wet”, he rasps, “love that so much. Love your pussy, my beautiful. Love her so much”, he adds, giving your clit a soft kitten lick.

“Ah”, you gasp, hips shooting up in an involuntary reaction. You twist the sheets even if he didn’t properly start yet. You are so excited. You can’t handle it.

“So sweet”, Seokjin whispers between kitten licks, “love your taste, baby. It’s so good”, he says and moans.

“Jinnie”, you mewl softly, reaching between your legs to touch him. His hair feels so soft, tickling your fingers as you comb through it.

“That feels amazing, love. Keep doing that”, he praises, gazing up at you even if you have your eyes closed. He loves your face so much. He has never seen features more perfect than yours.

Seokjin abandons your clit to instead place the flat of his tongue on your entrance just to drag it through your folds to your clit. He moans with you, tightening the grip around your panties now that your hips are squirming so much.

“Is that nice? You’re whimpering so much”, Seokjin asks, repeating the movements in a slow yet skilled pattern.

“Don't stop”, you answer him, melting into the sheets. Seokjin gives the best head ever. His lips and tongue are made for it. And dear, he is always so attentive, always making sure that you are feeling as much pleasure as possible.

Tonight is no different. Seokjin eats you out with his entire concentration on you, pretty eyes gazing up at you and hips grinding into the mattress slowly. Giving head is such a turn on to him, especially when it is you. You are the best. So sweet and so soft.

Seokjin hums happily and gives your clit a little kiss.

You giggle, sneaking a shy glance down at him.

“You’re so pretty”, he says in a fond chuckle, kissing your clit again.

“Jinnie”, you squeak out, writhing for him.

“Heh, my pretty”, he says, closing his eyes as he dances his tongue over your clit again. He runs his left hand up and down the paths of your tummy, palm flat on the skin and touch so incredibly gentle. It feels so nice to be appreciated whilst his warmth lingers between your legs. Seokjin is truly so amazing at what he does. You give his scalp soft scratches, hoping that he knows that you want to thank him this way.

His blissed out moan vibrates against your core, his brows furrow even if you can’t see it. He has such a sensitive scalp and whenever you scratch it, his entire body feels electric. It relaxes him so much, makes him feel so loved, but also turns him on. Especially when he can taste your sweet pussy as you are doing it.

“God, I want you”, he whispers, “I want you so bad”, he says, showing you just how much he needs you by tugging your panties to the side even further and smothering his lower face with your pussy.

“Ah! Oh…Ji-Jinnie”, you stutter, thighs squeezing his head and forcing his fingers to slip from your panties.

He laughs softly, lifting his head, “baby, you made the panties slip”, he tells you without any sort of accusation in his voice.

You open your legs again, looking at him with shy eyes.

“Sorry, it felt really good. I got surprised”, you say.

“That’s okay, beautiful. Do you want me to take them off so it can’t happen again?”

You nod your head, lifting your hips for him.

“Thank you, my beautiful. I’m so lucky to have you”, he whispers, pulling the panties down your legs and discarding them on the bed. He takes your ankle, lifting it to his lips to place an adoring kiss on it.

You feel your cheeks heat up in giddiness instantly, hips squirming on the sheets. They feel really, really soft on your skin and newly exposed butt.

Seokjin kisses his way up your calf, following the paths his hands draw. It feels more and more intense the closer to your core he gets. While the kisses to your calf and ankle felt warm, the kisses on your inner thigh feel like fire. Oh how you need him back on your pussy.

Seokjin lies back down onto his tummy, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hug them this way.

“My beautiful”, he says, finally connecting his lips with your aching core.

“Ah Jinnie”, you moan, dropping your head back into the pillows. Your hand finds his hair again, playing with it slowly as he worships your pussy.

His tongue parts your folds, running along your sensitive parts until you give him a soft sigh. And only then he finally pays attention to your clit again, having brought you to such a state of pleasure that the first lick to it, makes you chase him with an almost aggressive twitch of your hips.

Seokjin moans, holding you down with his strong arms still safely around your thighs. Like this you can feel how his muscles tense in his arms. Your strong man always so ready to hold you when you lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you.

“Jinnie?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Can I have your fingers too? Always feels so good.”

You feel him smile against you, “of course my beautiful”, he whispers, abandoning one of your thighs so he can use his hand. He lifts his head, but stays close, lips swollen and pink from using them on you.

He places two of his fingers on your pussy, using them to part your folds. His touch feels way more intense than his tongue did, forcing a sigh of his name past your lips. He runs his fingertips up and down your pussy, drawing circles on your clit and watching in delight how wet you get because of it.

“You have the prettiest pussy, my beautiful”, he praises, “I’ll slip in now. Ready?”

“Yeah, ready.”

Seokjin looks at your face as he enters you, heart racing in his chest.

“Oh wow”, you moan softly, making his cock throb against the mattress.

“You are so soft baby”, Seokjin tells you, bottoming out, “and so wet”, he adds, curling his fingers carefully.

“M-more to the right”, you get out and Seokjin listens, wiggling his fingers just slightly more to the right.

“There?” he asks, massaging your favourite spot slowly.

“Yes…wow”, you get out and whimper, “don’t stop.”

“I won’t my beautiful. I won’t, just tell me if I should ever change something”, he says and then leans down to trace your clit with his tongue.

“Please, ah, Jin”, you gasp, “don’t stop.”

“Mhhm”, he hums against you, shaking his head in a promise that he won’t. He wants you to feel so goddamn good, he wants you to feel dizzy and tingly and oh so happy. Because that is all he wants to do. He wants to make you happy. In every aspect of your life together, but especially in bed.

Seokjin isn’t a cocky or arrogant man, even if he sometimes makes cocky little jokes about how handsome he was, but in reality he truly, truly wasn’t. Seokjin is sweet and attentive and he wants to make sure that the woman he calls his treasure, is as happy as she can be. Quite frankly, Seokjin sometimes thinks that the entire world could be sad around him and he wouldn’t mind because as long as you are happy, he is happy too. And that is why he wants to be the best you ever had in bed, because being your best means that he is making you as happy as you can be.

“I love that so much”, you encourage him, running your trembling fingers through his hair, “don’t stop”, you say, not because you fear that he would, but because you can't say much more. He is scrambling your brain so well.

Seokjin gazes up at you again. His briefs are sticking to him by now. It turns him on so much to eat you out that his cock is just the slightest bit sensitive. He really, really wants to be inside of you, but would never tell you that. Even if tonight ends with another handjob, Seokjin will be happy. Anything that makes you feel comfortable will make him happy too. He does really hope though that you want him tonight, if he is allowed to add that little thought, he really craves your warmth so much.

“Jinnie I think you can make me cum like that”, you tell him, tensing your walls around his fingers, “it’s…really, ah, good.”

“Mhhmbaby”, he moans into you, concentrating with furrowed brows to make sure that he doesn’t accidentally change something in his rhythm. Slow licks with his tongue made to pleasure your clit and precise curls of his skilled fingers meant to please even the deepest parts of you. You become tighter and tighter around him and Seokjin can listen to how your breathing speeds up as well.

You can barely even take breaths. Every inch of your body feels so warm while your middle feels like it is burning up. Seokjin’s fingers feel so thick inside of you now that you are clenching so much, each time he curls them, you could swear that you become tighter and tighter.

“Jinnie baby”, you gasp, twisting his hair gently, “oh my god, I think it’s, it’s.”

Let go, he tells you with a swirl of his tongue, let go beautiful and I’ll make it amazing for you.

“C-can I cum?” you get out, “please?”

“Mhhm” he hums, nodding his head and flicking his tongue over your swollen clit.

“Oh god, Jin”, you moan, letting go instantly. Your high sits deep and lasts long, filling your entire body with electric tingles. Being worshipped for so long really takes a toll on you. It feels so incredible to orgasm when Seokjin is the one being responsible for it.

You come down with Seokjin’s help, shivering as he breaks away from you to kiss up your torso.

“So good, my baby. You were so good”, he praises, voice shaky in desperation, “fuck, you were the best”, he rasps, kissing your lips.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into him while your arms hook themselves behind his neck. Seokjin allows you to drag you on top of him, naked chest resting against your clothed breasts and arms cradling you safely.

“Thank you”, you whisper, barely breaking the kiss.

“No, thank you. I love eating you out”, he answers you softly, “it turns me on so much.”

“It does?” you ask in a tiny giggle, gazing up at him.

“So much”, Seokjin smiles, “reach down and feel how hard I am.”

You do so happily, cupping his cock over his briefs. You gasp, Seokjin groans softly.

“Wow Jinnie, you’re rockhard”, you say, rubbing him slowly, “and so wet.”

“I’m…so…turned…on”, he struggles with his words, breathing speeding up and fingers twisting the pillow.

“Do you still want to fuck me?” you ask him.

“That’s all I’m thinking about”, he answers you, bucking his hips into your hand.

“I think I want you to”, you say.

Seokjin opens his eyes, hips stuttering in desperation

“Really?” he croaks.

“Mh-hm”, you say, nodding your head.

“Wow baby, hah”, he lets out a disbelieved laugh, cupping your face, “are you really sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m really sure, just promise to be gentle.”

“Baby”, his eyes soften, “gentle is my middle name.”

You snort, “really? Yesterday it was still steak master griller.”

“I have many middle names”, he jokes, making you laugh wholeheartedly.

“I can’t argue with that”, you say, snickering, “gosh Jinnie, now I want you even more. You’re so funny.”

Seokjin gazes at you with red ears and rosy cheeks. His heart is skipping beats in his chest from how happy he is.

“I want you too”, he pecks your cheek, “I’ll get the condom and lube.”

“Okay, hurry up.”

“Will do.”

He takes off his briefs as well, jerking himself a few times to really get him going. Not that he needs to, but it is still nice to touch himself for a little. Those briefs felt so constricting around his cock.

The condom slips on easily, sitting perfectly around his cock.

“It’s on”, he says, showing it off to you.

“You look so sexy, Jinnie”, you say, gazing at his big cock, “I really want you.”

“Yeah?” he runs his fingers along his long shaft, “I want you too. Should I put lube on already?”

“Mhhm, let’s try without it first and then if it hurts with it?”

“Yes, sounds perfect for me”, Seokjin says, placing the bottle to the side for now. He climbs on top of you, cupping your face between his strong, healing hands. He gives you a sweet smile, making his cheeks puff out as he does.

You retort it, caressing his shoulders slowly.

“I want you to know that you can stop anytime you want to. I don’t expect you to take me, even if you were really excited about it at first. Yeah?” he says, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I know. I don’t want to stop.”

“Okay”, Seokjin leans closer, “reach down and take my cock. I want you to do it at your own tempo.”

“Okay”, you whisper, reaching between your bodies to take his cock.

Seokjin’s breath shudders in reaction, eyelids becoming heavy.

“Keep going, you’re doing so good”, he praises you, thumbs so gentle on your cheeks.

You pick up some of your wetness first, covering his heated tip with it.

Seokjin doesn’t let it show, but he is really affected by it.

“I’ll do it”, you whisper.

“Okay”, he whispers back.

You apply pressure on your entrance, forcing his cock to breach you slowly.

Seokjin moans softly, parting his lips. His eye contact is faltering, his eyelids flutter.

More. He slips past the tighter part in the front, now sitting snug inside of you.

“Keep going, you’re doing such a good job”, Seokjin praises you, “feels so good, love.”

“Yeah, feels really good”, you say, voice shaky in pleasure. He doesn’t hurt at all. He doesn’t even burn or pinch. He feels wonderful. You roll your hips up, swallowing almost all of him.

“Baby woah”, Seokjin widens his eyes, hands falling from your face to grasp the pillow instead, “woah, baby wait that’s so m-much.”

“I know, it doesn’t hurt. I’m so wet, it feels so good”, you answer him, pushing all of him inside you by grabbing his butt and giving it a soft nudge.

Seokjin moans your name, grabbing your face again with slightly damp palms.

“How, how are you?” he asks.

“So good. I’m really stuffed”, you moan, beaming up at him, “Jinnie I love you.”

“I love you too. Holy shit, baby”, he rests his forehead against you, moving his hips carefully, “I love you so much.”

“Don’t stop”, you whisper, widening your eyes in shock. You feel so filled. And it feels so good. Your g-spot is rubbing against his cock with each slow thrust and his cock is so big that it curves so perfectly that he manages to grind your clit against him as well. The combination is truly world changing, making you hold onto his strong shoulders and moan his name as an endless mantra of bliss.

“Keep doing that, love. Say my name”, he rasps, voice lulled and distorted in pleasure, “I can’t believe how good you feel.”

“You too, I don’t wanna stop”, you get out and then you are back to moaning his name and floating on cloud nine.

“Me neither. God, so good. Does it really not hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“I’m so happy”, he says, nuzzling his face in your neck, “I’m so happy.”

“Me too, so happy.”

Seokjin cradles you against his strong chest, holding you with all the love he has to offer. He feels so much closer to you now. Bear in mind, he already felt incredibly close to you even before tonight, but right now he is overtaken by his own happiness. He is so close to you and he never ever wants to let you go again.

You feel the deepened connection as well. Ever since you laid eyes upon him, you knew that you and him would share something. Back then you clearly didn’t think that the something would turn out to be unconditional love, but you are so happy that it was. You feel it even deeper, stronger, clearer now that Seokjin is so connected with you.

“I fucking love this”, he gets out, “sorry I shouldn’t swear.”

“It's alright. I fucking love this too”, you answer him, making him chuckle before a gasp interrupts him and he moans instead.

“Oh baby you’re so tight now. Fuck don’t laugh please”, he begs, nose scrunched up in pleasure.

“Sorry. Jinnie, it's rubbing my clit too”, you tell him.

“Hmm?” Seokjin hums, reaching down to rub your clit as he misunderstood in his pleasure scrambled brain.

Not that the misunderstanding is terrible. On the contrary, the first touch makes you want to claw at his back, thighs shaking and pussy feeling electric.

“Like this?” he asks.

“Yeah, like this”, you sigh because you possibly couldn’t call him out on his supposed mistake.

“I want you to cum again”, he rasps, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “no pressure though. If you can't, that's fine too. Just…I'm really close.”

“Me too”, you squeak out, tensing in your rapidly approaching high.

“Baby”, Seokjin moans, “god, you’re perfect. I love you so much.”

Something inside of you snaps. The knowledge that he loves you and cares for you and treasures you, doubles the excitement inside of you to such intensity that his words bring you over the edge.

He loves you and that makes you float on cloud nine as your body floats on its high.

“Shit. Baby”, Seokjin presses out and then the tightness of your pussy and your sweet moans bring him over the edge as well, “cumming”, he croaks, holding you so close as he fills up the condom.

He rolls off of you once your highs died down. His heavy panting is meeting your ears in shreds as you yourself are struggling to recover. This was amazing.

Seokjin places his hand on your tummy, caressing it softly.

“How are you doing?” he asks.

You intertwine your fingers with him.

“Dead, but in a good way.”

“Hah, yeah same”, he says, exhaling loudly, “shit baby, you just ruined me.”

“Same”, you squeeze his hand, “your cock’s the best.”

Seokjin turns his head to look at you. You do the same.

“I wasn’t too rough or big or something, was I?” he asks

“No”, you cup his cheek, “no, you were perfect.”

Seokjin giggles, rolling himself onto his stomach to attack you with smooches.

“Wait Jinnie, wait”, you giggle, “the condom, you should clean up.”

Seokjin whines softly, “but I wanna kiss you”, he coos before attacking you with even more aggressive smooches.

“Jinnie”, you squeak, giggling like crazy.

He truly makes you so happy.

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↳ Index [Day 29 - Waxplay]

Pairing: OGC!couple

Kinks: Dom!Jungkook with so much *spice*, sub!Reader, waxplay, doggy style, tattoos & piercings, blindfold, sensory play, leather handcuffs, praise, body worship, nipple massage, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, edging, strength kink, tears, squirting, facial, cum swallowing, the aftercare!!, jungkook needs to calm down like seriously good sir stop being so hot wtf, he is both gentle and rough and i *screeches*

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: he makes me *throws chair against wall* you know? ogc koo once again deserves the world and a good fuck, no joke 🧡

If there was one thing about your relationship with Jungkook that was awesome, it was the fact that you never stopped discovering new things together. May it be new recipes to try out or new ideas for your weekly dates, new places to go to or new kinks to try in the bedroom. You never ran out of new experiences. Truly, life with your husband never becomes boring. Just last week, you tried surfing for the first time and loved it a lot. You were just a little clumsy at first while Jungkook learned how to do it within ten minutes. He is talented like that. Another time you tried out the most delicious baked brie bites for dinner. You ended up dancing in the kitchen to random upbeat songs while the food was in the oven. That was still back when you were living up north in your little cabin.

You sometimes missed that life. The cabin was so cozy and you had the loveliest four seasons. The winters you had during that time will always stay in your memories and especially the Christmas party you had with all your friends. You miss the cabin when you think back to those times.

You wouldn’t change that life with your current life however. You dreamt of owning a house by the coast ever since you were a kid. You always imagined yourself all alone in that house, until Jungkook came along and you built your dream life with him brick by brick. The walls may have had a phase of shakiness for a few months in the beginning of construction, but this has been so long ago that those cracks have long been repaired and taken care of. You don’t really think about those times these days. They don’t even seem real to you anymore.

How could they? When life with Jungkook was all you ever dreamt of and more.

Jungkook is holding you close, rocking his hips against your thigh while his lips were on your neck. He kisses it slowly, having his eyes closed. You have your eyes closed as well, moaning softly as a slow R&B song on the bluetooth speaker controls the tempo. You have the windows open so you can still hear the occasional call of a seagull flying by. His kisses feel so good, wrapping your body into the warmest blanket of shivers and tingles. His hand is traveling up and down your torso, making your skin prickle wherever he touches you.

The sunset is the most golden of oranges tonight, soaking the world in its colours. The air smells like fresh ocean and the sweet smell of your husband. You know you can only smell the second scent because he was so close to you.

You two had a glass of red wine after the fanciest dinner ever. It was homemade pizza but you made them look like hearts, which made it fancy. Bam wanted to snatch a piece until you very firmly told him to behave. He then behaved like the well-trained puppy the two of you raise him as, lounging by your feet as you ate and chatted about your days. Bam is already in his crate by now, sleeping soundly because he had a long day of running around the garden, sniffing Jungkook’s feet (he has that peculiar habit lately) and playing fetch with you on the beach. It was Jungkook’s turn to do Bam’s evening routine and while he was busy with taking care of your furry son, you prepared a little surprise in the bedroom.

It was you. You were the surprise. Dressed in Jungkook favourite negligee and wearing fine jewelry solely so he could take them off of you. Then you pressed play on your favourite playlist and waited for him to return. Jungkook called the playlist “smexy time” and till this day the name makes you chuckle.

“No way, darling”, Jungkook gasped once he returned and then hurried to where you were standing on the balcony just to take you into his arms for a deep kiss, “you look so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re real.”

“Do you like it?” you asked him.

“I love it”, he answered you and then he picked you up just to twirl you until you were squeaking in laughter.

He set you down afterwards, “dance with me, my love”, he whispered.

“How long?” you asked him.

“Until the sun set behind the horizon”, he answered you and together you fell into a slow, oh so touchy dance.

Lips followed the rhythm of your hearts, tongues danced with each other, hands ran over the other’s body in exploration and the deepest gazes were exchanged. Laughter filled the night and whispers of innocent adoration met the other’s ears answered by an equally as lovely whisper.

And while you didn’t expect Jungkook to react to your outfit with such romance in his heart, you didn’t complain. If there is one thing your husband is good at, besides being the best person ever, it has to be being romantic. You always joke that he is the most hopeless romantic ever to which he always answers you with “how can I be hopeless when I found you?”

Jungkook lifts his lips from your neck, kissing the shell of your ear instead.

“The sun’s almost set”, he whispers, sending shivers down your spine because it felt so good to have him whisper against your ear.

“I know”, you breathe.

“I want to treat you like a queen tonight”, he says and sighs as he takes your earlobe between his lips to nibble on it softly.

“Aren’t you always treating me like one?”

Jungkook chuckles, trailing his kisses to your cheek.

“Fine, then I wanna treat you like a goddess”, he says, making you giggle.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” Your gazes meet. You reach up, running your fingers through his long, fluffy hair. He has the prettiest eyes in that light. “I love that so much.”

Jungkook smiles, eyes lighting up in fondness.

“Are you still into the idea?” he asks you.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah, my cock’s really hard though.”

“I didn’t even notice”, you tease him with sarcasm in your voice, tensing your thigh where his hard dick is currently resting.

Jungkook chuckles, “you know I can’t help it. You’re the sexiest woman ever. Especially in that negligee”, he says, running his hand along the curves of your waist.

You chase his touch with a fluttering heart, fingers falling from his hair to instead hook them in the straps of your dress. Jungkook watches you carefully, hand lingering on your hip to massage it slowly. His breathing is quickened, his pupils dilated.

“You’re so hot”, he whispers, eyes following your fingers as they tug down the straps. More and more of your chest gets exposed until finally your breasts reveal themselves to his eyes, “shit baby”, Jungkook gasps, gulping hungrily, “are your tits getting prettier day by day? What the hell? How are you so beautiful?”

"You think so?"

"Of course I do. You’re so goddamn gorgeous."

Spurred on by his praise, you arch your back to get the negligee more down your body. Jungkook takes over for you when you have reached your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, placing it on the bed afterwards. Then he reaches for the leather handcuffs you laid out as part of your surprise. He tangles them from his fingers, eyes gleaming playfully.

“Still wanna be my prisoner?” he asks you.

You present your wrists to him, “why don’t you find out?”

Jungkook gets back on bed, leaving two loving kisses on each of your inner thighs and three up your tummy. He leaves out your breasts on purpose, riling you up by whispering a sweet praise which made his breath swirl over your sensitive nipple.

“You tease”, you whine.

“Mhm, yeah”, he agrees, taking your hands to pin them above your head. His knees are on each side of your hips, his long hair is hanging into his eyes. He is smiling, caressing your wrists. His strong fingers are around them, holding them in place, “I’ve got you now”, he rasps.

“You do”, you whisper.

“Now, can you be my good girl and keep your hands just like this?”

You nod your head.

“That’s my girl”, he say, eyes softening in fondness.

You gaze at his body as he works. Black boxers and no shirt. He had a shirt on once, but took it off after you ended up stumbling back into the bedroom, making out and groping each other needily. The shirt left his body the moment he laid you down in the soft sheets of your bed. It is now lying forgotten on the floor.

The light of the setting sun has changed from golden orange to pinkish red. It really brings out his tattoos. Jungkook extended his sleeves last month, so now he has tattoos spanning over his shoulders as well. They reach just about enough of his chest to make them look so incredibly sexy. He is seriously the most handsome man in existence.

“How do you feel?” Jungkook asks, having finished securing the handcuffs around your wrists.

“Good. It’s comfortable.”

“That’s good to hear. You know what to say when it starts to hurt.”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook smiles, running his fingertips down your arms.

“Good girl”, he praises, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Koo”, you whisper, feeling dizzy. He is so gentle. It’s driving you insane.

“Relax now sweetie, I’m getting the candle.”

“And the blindfold”, you remind him.

“Of course, how could I forget?” he says in a chuckle, giving your cheek a soft pinch before climbing off of you to strut to the bedside table where a candle is burning. It was a candle especially made for waxplay and you asked Jungkook if he wanted to try out this kink tonight.

“Okay damn”, Jungkook laughed back then, having to sit down at the edge of the bed, “that is. Phew.”

“Is that okay?” you asked him, sitting down next to him. You placed your hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly, “this was obviously just an idea. If you’re not in the mood for it, we don’t have to do it.”

“No, no I am. I am. I’m just”, he exhaled sharply, “this is like so hot. I’m a weak man, you can’t tell me that so casually.”

You snickered and leaned in to kiss his shoulder. “So was that a yes? Wanna explore it together, baby?”

Jungkook looked at your lips, “yeah, I do. Wanna explore it with you”, he whispered and leaned in to finally kiss you. And the rest is known already.

Jungkook returns to you, placing the blindfold on your tummy for now. He is sitting on the bed next to you cross-legged, looking into the now blown out candle.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, using your abs to sit yourself up. Your tied wrists you keep resting on your lap for now.

“Did you ever, like, get wax poured on your body?” he asks, studying your features.

You shake your head.

“And you trust me to do that to you?”

“Kookie, I trusted you to choke me again after what happened, didn’t I?”

He nods his head.

“So what more do you need to know that I trust you blindly?” you say, picking up the blindfold with just a little bit of struggle, “quite literally tonight.”

“I know you’re trying to be funny right now, but I kinda wanna cry”, he confesses and pouts, sagging his shoulders, “I’m so thankful for you.”

“Aww Kookie, you’re so cute. Don’t cry”, you say.

“I can’t help it. I’m such a sap”, he says and rubs at his eyes, “okay, okay I’m good. I’m good again”, he mumbles and straightens his back. He is so cute.

He scoots closer, draping an arm around you behind your back. Like this your arm is touching his chest. He leans in, stubbing you with his nose until you tilt your head. His kiss is so close to reach, just one little movement and you could have it.

“I wanted to say something sexy right now, but all I’m thinking about is the fact that I haven’t done this either and I’m nervous”, he whispers, cracking you up.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slow.”

“Mhm yeah, that sounds like a plan”, he smiles, pecking your lips before sitting back to look into the candle.

“Okay let’s try it”, he says, tilting it over his own wrist.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“Trying it on me first in case it’s too hot. I don’t wanna hurt you."

"Oh? So it’s better if you hurt yourself?"

"I can take it, I’m a big boy."

You snort, "fine, but do it carefully.”

“I am”, he says and finally tilts the candle. “Oh”, Jungkook lets out, wiggling his fingers as a reaction to the wax hitting his skin.

“And?”

“It stings a little, but I really like it.”

“Can I?” you ask him.

“Yeah. Where?”

“I don’t know, uhm. Arm?”

Jungkook takes your tied hands and pulls them to him so he has a nice surface of your arm to pour the wax on, “I'll do it now.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook tilts the candle. The wax hits your skin. Hot and sharp. That's how it feels.

“Ah, oh. Okay”, you let out a breathy laugh, “I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

“Is it too much?” Jungkook asks worriedly, “see? That’s why I wanted to be first, because I knew this would happen. Now you’re hurt and-“

“Kook”, you stop his whining by kissing his lips.

Jungkook exhales shakily, eyes fluttering closed and fingers closing around your hands.

“I'm okay”, you whisper, “you don’t have to worry, I’m a big girl too.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, “fuck, sorry. I'm always such a nervous mess with stuff that could potentially hurt you. You know me, I’d have to murder myself if I ever hurt you. Like not in a suicidal way but a revenge kinda way.”

“I know”, you giggle, pecking his lips, “you're so dramatic, please don’t murder yourself.”

Jungkook peels his eyes open, gazing at you. You do the same.

“Do you wanna do more?” you ask him.

“Only if you want to.”

“I do.”

Jungkook smiles shyly, “then I wanna do more.”

“Awesomesauce.”

He giggles, “oh god. I haven't said that in ages, have I?”

“Hehe yeah”, you giggle, scrunching your nose up.

Jungkook does the same before leaning in and claiming your lips in a sweet kiss. One you retort happily, scooting closer to him just to get more.

"I'm so excited", you mumble between kisses.

"Me too", he answers you, breaking the kiss to look, “I just realised that I tied up your hands wrong. You wanted to be on your tummy, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You can’t do that like that”, he says, “wait, I’ll fix it”, he adds and sets the candle aside. He lights it again to make sure more wax can be collected, then hurries back to you. He climbs on bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you to reach your wrists.

“Fuck, that’s nice”, you whisper, resting your head back against him. His chest feels so strong like that, his arms are cradling you so nicely.

Jungkook hums softly, kissing your shoulder.

“That’s it baby, lean into me. I’ve got you”, he whispers, opening the metal clip of the chain keeping your wrists together. He takes your hands and then guides them behind your back, “I’ve got you all to me”, he adds before chuckling playfully.

“Yeah”, you sigh, squirming on the sheets. It’s so nice to be his prisoner. He’s the most amazing captor. You hope he’ll never release you again.

The clip closes, Jungkook snatches the blindfold from your lap. Then he runs his hands up your arms until he reaches your shoulders. He massages them for a little, lips dancing over your neck slowly.

“I’ll put the blindfold on now, yeah?” he whispers.

“Yes, please do it”, you sigh, gasping when Jungkook places the soft fabric over your eyes. He guides it to the back of your head, closing it carefully.

“Too tight?”

“A little, yeah.”

Jungkook fixes it, “better?”

“Yes, that’s good. I really like it.”

“Me too”, he says, kissing the back of your head, “you look so pretty like that.”

“God Koo, I’m so wet”, you confess, rubbing your thighs together, “you feel so good.”

“You too sweetie, you make me so hard”, he whispers, pressing a loving kiss to your shoulder, “do you wanna lie on your tummy now, mhm?”

“Yeah I do.”

“That’s my girl. Come, I’ll help you.”

With Jungkook’s gentle hands you lie down on your stomach successfully. He even makes sure that your hair doesn’t tickle you and that your neck is relaxed.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Good. I’m comfy. Thank you, Koo.”

“That’s good to hear”, he says, letting his eyes travel down your body, “okay but look at you. You’re a literal goddess”, he gasps, running his hands down your back.

“Fuck”, you whisper under your breath, parting your legs needily. He’s got you so riled up without actually having done much. Jungkook’s just that good. He knows exactly what to do or say to get you all hot and bothered.

“I’ll get the candle and then we can start, yeah?”

“Just hurry up, god, you tease.”

Jungkook chuckles.

“I see someone’s getting impatient”, he says, giving your butt a soft spank, “naughty girl.”

“Urgh just do it, you doofus”, you groan, rolling your eyes mentally.

Jungkook snickers. He loves teasing you so much. You are always so cute when you pretend to be annoyed by it.

He crawls off the bed afterwards to get the candle.

You listen to him, shivering in excitement. You can hear his steps, when he blows out the candle and then feel the mattress dent beside you. His hand touches your upper back, making you gasp softly. It feels so warm now that all you can concentrate on is your sense of touch. You squirm, thighs pressing together in search for friction.

He chuckles, letting you know that he is watching you squeeze your legs together and therefore figured you out.

“I bet your pussy’s so wet, isn’t she, sweetie?” he rasps.

“Please Koo”, you plead, “don’t tease me.”

“I’m not”, he says in a snicker.

“Koo.”

“Okay, okay. Fine”, he laughs, “I’m already starting.”

He lifts the candle over your back, keeping it on your shoulder area.

“I’ll tilt it now, yeah?” Jungkook makes sure.

“Yeah, tilt it”, you say, waiting for the burn with held breath.

Jungkook is holding his breath as well, tilting the candle as slowly as possible. The wax drips down in three dots, making you gasp and for Jungkook to remove it quickly.

“Too hot?” he asks, watching you writhe on the mattress.

You groan, trying oh so hard to wiggle your shoulder.

“Baby, please say something. Did I hurt you?” Jungkook insists, voice shaking in emotion.

“No, it really surprised me”, you say, “do it again please.”

"Okay, but not much", he says, moving the candle over your back again to tilt it.

The first drip makes you groan and wiggle, the second drip makes you gasp and by the time Jungkook let the third droplet fall on your shoulder blade you are moaning.

The burn is sharp and only really lasts a second before dying down as a numb, bearable pinch. It feels so intense now that you can’t see what he is doing.

“How is that?” he asks you, letting a fourth droplet land on your skin.

“It's, ah, it’s good”, you rasp, “more.”

Jungkook tilts the candle, finally allowing for more wax to pour on you. He moved the candle further into the middle of your back for it, making you arch in surprise.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, clenching your hands into fists at the intense yet addicting sting. You can feel it spread all over your skin. It cools down slowly, keeping the burn going for oh so long.

“Was that too much?” he sounds so nervous again.

“No, it wasn’t. Please just…” you sigh, “...continue. I'll tell you if it gets too much.”

"I'm sorry, I know the constant questions are a mood killer. I'm really nervous”, he says, "sorry", he adds in a whisper.

"Kook", you say, flip your head so you face him, "don’t apologize for that. I'm sorry if I made it sound as if I was annoyed by it. I just want you to have fun and not worry so much about whether you're doing good or not, you know?"

"Yeah I know. I do. I'm having lots of fun. The wax looks really sexy on your skin", he says, touching the drying wax right between your shoulder blades.

You sigh, chasing him happily.

"Feels good, Koo", you tell him in hopes that this would help him relax.

"It feels really good", he agrees, "it's still so warm. Does it really not hurt?"

“It didn’t hurt you, did it?”

“No but I'm a pain slut, I like it", he says, cracking you up.

"I like it too, doofus", you giggle, nuzzling into the sheets comfortably, "so please more. Wanna be covered in it."

"Okay, okay. I’ll do it for a little while and you tell me if it gets too much, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Jungkook leans down to kiss your marked back, straightening up afterwards.

“I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Koo.”

He guides the candle to your other shoulder blade, stopping when he is right above where your upper arm begins. He tilts it, making you gasp shakily as a good amount of wax drips onto you.

You can feel the warmth run down your arm. It is sharp at first before turning into an intense prickling. You really hope for more.

"This is so hot”, Jungkook murmurs, voice raspy as he keeps it low. Tonight is a secret between you and him. He doesn’t want to ruin it by talking too loudly.

Jungkook guides the candle along your arm, leaving a trail of wax on it. The handcuffs jingle as you squirm, your throat produces the neediest moan. Quite frankly, it’s helping him get into the mood more and more. You are so reactive. It’s so hot.

"You're doing so well", he begins to feel confident, you know that he does because praise begins to come natural to him, "you look so pretty with the wax down your arm."

"Koo, don’t stop", you beg, waiting for the next pour with a racing heart. You don’t know where he will place it next and it is this uncertainty which ruins you in the best way possible.

The burn comes on your right arm, starting on your shoulder before stretching all the way down to your wrist.

“It's so hot”, you croak, “feels so good. Please Koo, don’t stop.”

“I have to wait for more wax to melt”, he says, placing the candle on the nightstand and lighting it anew for now, “but that’s okay, yeah? We're still gonna have fun, right?”

He places his hands on your upper back, running his thumbs along your muscles in a slow massage. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

"We don’t need wax to have fun, do we? I just gotta touch the right spots and you're more melted than the wax."

"You're getting cocky", you sigh, shivering like crazy because of his whispers.

"Yeah and you're into that."

"Tzt", you click your tongue, "whatever."

Jungkook chuckles, kissing down the side of your neck until he has your shoulder under his lips. He kisses the little drops of wax he left, making you sigh and tingle.

And while he kisses you, his thumbs trace the outline of the big patch of wax he left in the middle of your back. The skin around it feels hotter than the rest of your body.

“You’re the prettiest woman, baby”, he praises, having the biggest heart eyes as he looks at your marked body. The wax is white once it dries. Jungkook thinks that it looks so good on your skin. Also maybe that it looks as if he nutted all over your back, but he keeps that thought to himself for now. It’s a really hot thought though, riling him up to the point where he has to fight the urge to take your helpless body and fuck you until you’re unable to speak. Consensually obviously.

You squirm and mewl for him. His fingers are dancing down your torso. It tickles so much. You hope he doesn’t ever stop.

Jungkook places his hand on your inner thigh, watching in delight how you part your legs in reaction. He can’t see your pussy from where he is sitting, but he knows that she must be dripping. You are panting like crazy.

“More”, you whisper, squirming desperately.

Jungkook hums and finally knows it’s safe to move. He slips his hand between your legs, running two of his tattooed fingers through your swollen folds.

“Fuck, oh god, Koo”, you keen, body trembling. You didn’t think he would actually go through with it. You are burning up. The touch feels so good.

“You’re fucking soaked”, he rasps, “fucking hell baby, you’re seriously so wet”, he says, sliding his fingers into your pussy.

“Ah Koo”, you moan, fingers closing in a desperate fist as he stuffs you with his fingers. It doesn’t hurt at all. On the contrary, it feels like heaven.

“Slid right in. Fuck baby, your pussy’s so greedy”, he teases, fucking his fingers in and out of you slowly. It makes the wettest of sounds, riling you up so much. He is right. You sound so wet. Fuck, you didn’t think it would be that much already.

“Koo please”, you mewl.

Jungkook leans down, kissing the edge of the dried wax patch in the middle of your back. And while he worships your marks, his fingers keep moving in you, making the sweetest love to you.

Honestly, he’s got you so needy that it only really takes him a few minutes before you are moving your body in that distinct way you always do before a good orgasm. Jungkook is kissing up and down your spine when you begin squirming, lifting his lips to sneak a glance up at your face.

You’ve got your lips parted, letting out the softest and neediest moans ever. You look as if you are in heaven (you are). You are so ready to cum. His fingers are fucking you so good.

Jungkook feels you clench around him and he knows it’s now or never. He pulls out.

“No”, you gasp loudly, hips shooting off the mattress in an attempt to get him back inside.

Jungkook laughs, pinning them back down.

“Why???” you whine, squirming under his strong grasp.

“More wax has melted”, he says nonchalantly.

“Oh god”, you whimper, “why would you do that to me?”

He chuckles deeply, “because I can.”

And with that, he abandons your terribly weak body on the bed to fetch the candle again.

You feel so betrayed. He edged you. You were so ready to cum around his fingers and now he edged you. Oh it hurts. Your pussy feels so empty now that you don’t have his fingers inside you anymore.

You can hear him blow the candle out and then hurry back to bed.

The mattress dents beside your thighs and a second later, you feel his weight on the back of them. He squeezes your thighs together, using barely any strength for it as you are way too weak.

You whimper, trying to fight the handcuffs. All that squeezing he is forcing you to do is keeping your pussy sensitive. It’s not enough to bring you over the edge, but just enough to remind you that you are abysmally horny right now.

He grips your tied hands and moves them aside to expose your entire ass to him. He rubs his palm up and down on it, sending electricity through your veins.

"You've got the best ass", he whispers.

All you can really do is whimper and mewl. Also fight for air. Oh it’s so hard to breathe.

“Take a breath for me, sweetie” he says and you try to obey as best as possible. Again, breathing is so hard when he’s got you so good.

Sharp, hot pain hits your left buttock.

“Ah fuck!” you yelp, twitching like crazy.

“Okay that was fucking hot. Baby….are you okay?” he rasps, eyes glued to the big patch of wax he left on your ass.

“This, this just- ah-ah”, you shudder, having to almost sob afterwards. This just felt as if he spanked you, except that the burn lingers longer and goes oh so much deeper. You want more

“That was so hot, seriously”, he says, placing his hand on the wax stain, “fuck, you’re burning up there.”

“Koo please”, you whimper, finally spilling tears, “please, please.”

“What do you want?”

“More.”

“You’re a fucking goddess”, he rasps, speaking in his native dialect. There it is. The telltale sign that he’s turned on to the brim. That deep, raspy almost lulled voice only comes out when the sex hits just right for him.

The wax hits your other side, forcing your body to flinch in reaction and for your throat to produce the most desperate of moans.

“Fuck, that’s hot”, Jungkook presses out, watching the wax spread over your ass. Some of it even manages to run down your hips, most definitely covering the sheets. He can’t bother to think about the clean up though, all that really matters is how much you are squirming.

He tilts the candle again and uses up the last of the melted wax to cover the middle of your butt, completing the picture that way.

You whimper and flinch, hands clenching into fists and arms tensing as you are trying to fight the restraints.

“How does that feel? You’re squirming so fucking much”, Jungkook asks, placing the candle on the bed for now.

“Like, like you spanked me b-but then it burns longer”, you stutter and sob softly, “Koo I wanna cum.”

“Fuck baby, you’re driving me insane”, he croaks, digging his thumbs into your lower back to massage it desperately, “my cock’s seriously so fucking hard.”

“Koo, please can I cum?”

“Are you even listening to what I tell you?” he asks.

You shake your head, “please”, you beg, lifting your hips only to get them slammed back down into the sheets.

“Stay down”, he growls, tattooed fingers holding you hostage strongly, “I should actually spank you for you not listening to me. I’m talking to you and all you’re thinking about is cumming?” he spits, scrambling your horny little brain. He’s so hot when he pretends to be mad at you for disobeying.

“Koo please”, you mewl, fighting the restraints desperately.

“Tch.”

Jungkook gets off your thighs and then off the bed.

“Koo?” you gasp, head shooting up in fear, “Koo where are you?”

He is as silent as the night. You can’t hear where he went.

“Koo please where are you?”

The floorboards croak on your left side. You turn your head to it, listening with bated breath. It was just once and now it’s silent again. Your heart is pounding.

“Koo please say something”, you beg, shivering like crazy. He’s left you all alone. You feel so destroyed. It’s like he edged you again without having to touch you. You want him back with you, “please I’m begging you, where are you?”

Nothing. Did he leave the room?

“Jungkook?” you whisper, having to whimper and squirm your hips, “please come back.”

Hands grab your ankles all of sudden, surprising you so much that you squeal. In one harsh tug, they managed to tug your weak body all the way down the mattress.

“Ah”, you moan. Jungkook’s back. You happily let him grip your arms and force you to straighten up until he can wrap his strong arms around your waist. He travels one of his hands up between your tits until he can rest it on your throat. His lips press themselves against your neck, he moans as he inhales your scent. He releases his air by growling deeply, lips coming to brush against your ear.

“You were so fucking cute right now. Did you seriously think I’ll leave you when you’re such a fucking mess, mhm?”

You can only make a sound for him. You solely stay up like that because he’s holding you. Without his support you would have already collapsed. Just imagining Jungkook standing at the foot end of the bed, watching you squirm and beg for him is ruining you. Judging by his now exposed boner grinding against your back, he also used the time to get naked. Did he touch himself while you were squirming?

“You can feel, can’t you?”

You nod your head as best as possible.

“It’s so hard for you, baby”, Jungkook rasps, resting his chin on your shoulder, “your tits look so fucking empty, don’t you think?”

“W-what do you mean?” you croak out.

“That”, he says and then the burning sensation of wax dripping onto your chest follows.

“Ah”, the sound is high-pitched and broken. You arch your back, trying to flee but he presses you back into him with his strong arm.

“Just like that”, he whispers, guiding the candle to your other breast to let wax drip down on it. He was ready for your attempt to flee this time around, pressing you into his chest. It makes his muscles tense and flex and for your back to grind against his pierced nipples. Jungkook moans in bliss, eyelids fluttering. That shit feels so good.

“Please”, you squeak out.

“Wanna take it slower again, mhm?” he asks, "I know I've been a little rough with you, haven’t I?"

"No slow", you shake your head, “more please.”

“Fuck baby, so hot”, Jungkook rasps, tilting the candle over your other breast. He feels confident to let a good amount of wax drip onto you.

“Ah, ah, wait ah”, you stutter, writhing desperately.

“I’m stopping”, he says, lifting the candle, “does it hurt? Should I take it off?”

“No, I just”, you take a shaky breath, pressing yourself closer to him, “I wanna cum. It feels so good on my nipple.”

“Fuck”, he exhales, eyes flitting down to your nipple. He didn’t even realise that the wax got all over it. Now it’s covered in a slowly drying layer of white wax, “you’re right, it’s all over your nipple. Holy shit, that’s so hot. How did that feel?”

“Intense. Really, really hot”, you say and then retort to keening, rubbing yourself against him desperately, “please make me cum, please.”

Jungkook growls quietly, you can feel it vibrate against your back. He gives your waist a soft squeeze, rolling his hips into you and therefore grinding his cock against you.

“You’re making me weak”, he says, kissing your shoulder, “not yet, “he says afterwards, “I wanna cover your other side too.”

“Koo please”, you beg weakly, head falling against him as you completely give up. You just wanna cum. Everything feels so intense. His hot, naked skin, his cock against you, his strong hold, the hardness of his nipple piercings, his kisses and the still drying wax on your tits. You can’t handle much more. You just want to cum.

Jungkook tilts the candle over your naked breast, letting the wax run down your skin. The sound you let out goes straight to his cock. You don’t even sound like his normally always so collected wife anymore. Your voice is all frail and high-pitched and your body’s trembling so much. You are also so heated up, skin covered in a layer of sweat. It’s running down along the lines of your tattoos. Jungkook swears, you’ve never been sexier before.

“Please”, you beg, fighting your restraints again which results in your fingertips brushing over his cock.

Jungkook moans throatily, lifting the candle and gathering your newly marked tit between his fingers. He holds it, letting it sit in his palm as the wax dries slowly.

“It’s covering my hand too, baby”, he lulls, “it’s so hot. Fuck, that must feel so good on your nipple. Mhm?”

You nod your head weakly. You are trying to touch his cock again. Maybe if you jerk him off, he’ll finally let you cum. Your nipples are pulsating. They are so sensitive, it’s unbelievable. The wax bordered almost too much on them and now you are suffering the consequences in the form of a dizzy head and a heavily leaking pussy aching for a stuffing.

“Of course it does”, Jungkook rasps and does the unthinkable of taking your nipple between his fingers to massage it. The wax is still wet enough that it smears between his fingers and your oversensitive nipple, adding a layer of unbearable to the massage which you weren’t ready for.

“Seriously”, you croak, collapsing for just a second and then Jungkook is holding you upright again.

“Don’t give up on me, sweetie”, he coos, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“I wanna”, you croak, soaking your blindfold with your tears.

Jungkook chuckles, kissing your shoulder, “I’ve got you baby, you can’t give up yet.”

“Please”, you are trying to touch his cock again, barely managing to do it.

“Mhhm cute”, he purrs, releasing your nipple to instead place his hand on the back of your head, “you’re so needy”, he taunts and then pushes you down.

You let it happen gladly, moaning loudly when Jungkook presses your head into the sheets, keeping your hips up with his right arm still around your waist. You can feel the wax on your ass crack because of it.

He lets go of your head, placing his hand on your covered ass. He traces the cracks in the wax, grabbing his cock with his unoccupied hand.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to touch my cock”, he says, placing his heavy length on your ass to grind it against the wax.

You can barely feel the contact because of it, whining for more instantly.

“I’m so big tonight, baby. It’s reaching you all the way to here”, he says, showing you the spot on your lower back.

You sob, sticking your ass out in hopes he understands.

“Wanna have it, mhm?”

You wiggle your ass and let out a needy sob.

“Then say it.”

“Please feed me cock, Koo”, you beg without hesitation.

“There we go. You sound so sweet when you’re cock needy”, he coos, rewarding you by stuffing you with his big, girthy length.

It makes the wettest, nastiest squelching sound as he fills you up, forcing so much of your juices out of you that it’s dripping onto the sheets.

“Shit baby, it’s like a whole lube bottle exploded inside you”, Jungkook gets out and groans, eyes focused on his cock, “you’re so wet.”

You can only moan and sob happily, feeling your entire body spiral out of control now that you finally have his cock. The emptiness is finally gone. You have Koo’s cock. This is the best thing ever.

Jungkook fucks you slow at first so he can see how he is shaping your pussy. His cock is all wet and white from your juices. Your pussy is so swollen and pretty.

“You’re creaming my cock, baby. That’s so fucking hot ”, he rasps and then he begins to pick up speed.

He makes sure that you feel each one of his thrusts. Hard and deep. It forces your ass to slam against his body and for the wax to crack more and more. Jungkook fucks you right through it, nails digging into your hips from gripping you so hard. He can feel the wax brittle off your ass, but he doesn’t care. You are trembling and writhing in the distinct way you do when your orgasm is close and this time around he doesn’t want to stop. He knew that you wouldn’t last long. You are so desperate that Jungkook is surprised at how long you are able to hold out. He expected you to cum the moment he sticks his dick inside.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out and sob loudly, fighting the restraints, “please Koo I’ll do anything.”

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you Koo. Thank you”, you squeak, tightening around his cock more and more.

Jungkook deepens his thrusts, grinding his teeth because that makes his balls slap against your clit. You twitch and sob each time that happens, creaming his cock without an end in sight.

“For what? Mhm?” he challenges, staring down at your face. The blindfold is soaked in your tears. It’s so hot to him.

“For your cock! Thank you for your cock, Koo”, you wail, “please mercy.”

“Fucking shit, you’re so hot”, Jungkook growls, feeling himself tense as well. You are begging so sweetly. He abandons one side of your hips to connect his fingers with your clit, “cum. now”, he growls demandingly, making you scream up with just one swirl.

Jungkook is happy for your house at the moment. Just imagining that you guys would still be living in your first flat with all those neighbours surrounding you, is giving him the shivers. They would probably think that he is murdering you.

“Jesus fuck, keep screaming like that. That’s so fucking hot”, he talks you through your orgasm, cock throbbing like crazy.

“Harder”, you beg.

Jungkook obeys, putting his all into his thrusts. Fast, rough, deep. He shakes your entire body because of it. You bite the sheets, muffling some of your screams with it. But not much. He’s making you cum so fucking hard that you can already feel a new wave of electricity built up. And you know for a fact that it’s going to make you squirt.

It happens three strokes later, bursting out of you with such strength that it covers the floor and most of Jungkook’s lower body.

“Shit sweetie”, Jungkook’s hips stutter, “holy fuck, I’m gonna cum. That’s so hot. Keep squirting baby, that’s my girl.”

And yet he still makes sure you get the best out of your high, rubbing your clit just how you need it and fucking your g-spot just how you crave it.

You collapse after your high finally stops shaking you, forcing his cock to slip out of you therefore edging him right before he could release.

You didn’t even notice it happening until you hear Jungkook let out a little sob.

“I was so ready to nut in you”, he whines, “fuck baby, this just hurt”, he croaks and then the distinct sound of him jerking off like a madman fills your ears, “fucking shit you edged me like crazy, fucking holy shit this was the worst”, he chants, tugging on his cock angrily.

You use whatever magical strength suddenly possesses you to flip yourself onto your back and then sit up. You seriously don’t know how you even managed to do that because you feel dead. Maybe it was the insatiable desire to be kinky with him that helped you.

You tilt your head and open your mouth to stick your tongue out as far as possible.

“Shit yes”, Jungkook growls and then his tattooed fingers tangle themselves in your hair at the back of your head. He holds you strongly, keeping your head his willing hostage.

You moan loudly, arching your back to show off your waxed covered tits to him. Jungkook lets out a guttural moan, hand twisting around his tip.

“I’m fucking cumming”, he presses out, shooting his cum all over tongue a second later, “uuurgh fuuuuck”, he groans, brows furrowed and lips curled back to show off his grinding teeth. His fingers tug on your hair more, tilting your head back further. He covers parts of your blindfold as well, cursing in the heaviest dialect you ever heard him speak in.

You welcome his every drop with a needy moan, feeling in heaven. His cum is so hot tonight. It must be because he’s especially horny.

Jungkook finishes off in seven aggressive strokes and then he lets his cock drop, riding out his afterglow by spanking your face with his dick.

You mewl, squirming needily. It’s so hot.

“Good job”, he lulls, spanking your tongue twice, “swallow.”

You obey gladly, swallowing all the cum you had on your tongue.

“Good girl”, he praises, “clean.”

You know what to do, sticking your tongue out to clean his cock off all the cum he smeared all over it. Jungkook is holding your head the entire time, purring deeply and with his eyelids barely staying open. That’s the type of overstimulation he fucking loves. Just about bordering too much. It’s the best shit.

“You’re doing such a good job”, he praises, guiding a still dirty spot to your tongue so you can clean it off.

You do so with a happy mewl, swallowing his creamy cum gladly. He tastes so good.

“There we go, all done”, Jungkook says and leans down to kiss your forehead, “you just did the best job”, he whispers, kissing your lips next.

His tenderness brings tears to your eyes. All of the tension is finally falling off of you. You are crumbling and you need him to hold you when it happens.

“Koo”, you choke out, sniffling like crazy.

“I’m here”, he says, moving without hesitation to take you atop his lap and into his arms. He’s brought you into this state a hundred times before, so he knows exactly what to do.

He opens the clasp on the handcuffs. Your arms are around his waist instantly.

Then he tugs the blindfold off as best as possible. Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck instantly, your happy little sobs are muffled by the position.

Jungkook knows that you need that right now. You always get like that when the sex was way too good and he managed to get you so deep into subspace that only crying makes coming back to reality easier to bear.

“I’m here my darling, I’m right here with you”, he soothes you, rubbing your back.

He knows that you aren’t upset or sad or in pain. You sound different when you are. This right here is relief, happiness and a well deserved release of tension. He knows that it is because you let out little giggles between loud sobs, “I’m right here with you baby, right here. I’m keeping you safe, my baby. Hear me? Nothing can hurt you.”

“Koo I love you”, you sob, hugging him tighter.

“I love you too my love”, he promises you, rubbing your upper back slowly, “you did so well tonight. I’m so proud of you, sweetie. So, so proud.”

You lift your head, revealing the utter ruined state you are in to him. Jungkook simply smiles and cups your cheek. You lean into him instantly, teary eyes barely staying open.

“Thank you”, you whisper, hiccupping in order not to sob again.

“No, thank you”, he says, “you’re such a good girl. I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to have you.”

You giggle, nuzzling your face into his palm. Jungkook is melting on the spot.

“You are so cute”, he says.

“Koo, I’m safe”, you whisper cutely and then you fall around his neck, growing oh so small and tiny on his lap as complete comfort overtakes you.

“Yes my sweetie, you are safe”, he whispers, cradling you against his strong chest with the intent of never ever letting you go again.

He will carry you to the bathroom later and there he will run you a hot bath. He will clean the wax off of you and praise you for being his good girl. And later he will hold you until you fall asleep in one of his shirts.

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↳ Index [Day 12 - Thigh Riding]

Pairing: soft dom!Namjoon x sub!Reader

Kinks: muscles, thigh riding, praise, good girl kink, making out, clothed sex

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: his legs in those pants drive me mental bruuh. Also not me once again including plot hahaha i was inspired by joon's gas station pics. You guys gon' get plot left and right i'm telling you 💜

You are kissing him, fingers tangled in his soft hair and lips so hungry for him. He tastes heavenly. Like the chocolate cake you shared mere minutes ago and which now sits forgotten and half-finished on the table. He is just far more yummy than any cake could ever be.

Especially when he is looking so mouth wateringly good in his clothes. Button up half-open with his big, muscular tits exposed and long legs in burgundy leather pants as heavy boots sit on his feet. He wore glasses once, but those are discarded on the table by now. And around his neck silver chains tangle.

His chest is covered in your hickeys and scratch marks, skin feeling so sensitive because of it. His hair is a mess from all the pulling and grabbing you have been doing. His cock’s a mess in his pants, throbbing and aching to be freed.

“Fuck baby”, Namjoon moans, breaking the kiss just to look at you, "you're so sexy like this.”

“I want you Joon”, you rasp, twisting his hair to pull him closer again, “please, let me have you.”

“Have you? But baby we’re in public”, he teases, smirking when you chase him with a whine. You weren’t in public, hidden behind your little house on your porch. But Namjoon was a tease and he loves riling you up.

“Joonie please”, you beg, squishing his cheeks, “I wanna kiss you.”

“You’re so hot baby”, he rasps in his sexiest voice, allowing you to pull him into your lips for a needy kiss.

You moan, feeding him your tongue instantly even if that makes him gasp and growl at first.

"Mhhm baby", Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and in the process, forcing your pussy to grind over his thigh.

“Oh god”, you whimper, looking down at where you are sitting.

Namjoon whines softly, grieving the kiss which was broken in the process. He wants to kiss you so bad.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, hand running up and down your lower back soothingly.

“That, that feels so good”, you whisper, looking up at him with sparkly eyes.

“Yeah? Then keep moving baby, keep moving”, he orders you, touching your hips just to guide your movements. Slow and smooth. Right over his big thigh.

Electricity shoots right through your body. This feels so intense. You are barely wearing any clothing. Just your panties and a short dress. Which means that you are currently feeling every movement. His thigh is so big and strong and the leather of his pants is so rough, grinding right against your clothed pussy and making her burn up.

“Yes Joon, ah”, you sigh, falling around his neck just to kiss him deeply.

Namjoon moans, getting lost in your kiss with his strong hands still holding your hips. Finally, he thinks as he kisses you back eagerly.

He fucking loves making out with you. You are always so greedy for him, moaning and sighing so sweetly that he feels the need to pick you up and never let you go. He also loves it when you sit on his lap. He feels so strong and useful whenever you decide to rest on top of him. Now bear in mind, you let him know twenty four seven that you think that he was the strongest and most handsome man in existence, but Namjoon still gets a little bit of an extra burst of excitement each time you sit on him.

You have the most perfect weight for him. He loves the feeling of your heaviness and how warm you are. Your thighs are always so soft against his own thighs and whenever you make out long enough, your pussy gets so hot and wet. Namjoon loves that shit.

You seem hellbound on getting yourself hot and wet on his thigh this evening, grinding against it quickly while moans vibrate in your chest.

You needed him all day long. Your boyfriend works down by the station. The hours are long and pay is just enough to sustain you and him, but work was fun. He liked his work, he really did. But what he loved more, was coming home to you and being able to spend time with you. You loved that part of the day the most as well.

And today you couldn’t wait to get him home with you again. Namjoon and you had an amazing morning together, filled with nothing but passion and togetherness. The memory of it left you needy for him the entire day.

"I'm so crazy for you", you rasp, grinding your hips right against a strong part of his meaty thigh, "you know that? I can’t get enough of you."

"I can't get enough of you either", Namjoon answers you, kneading your butt desperately, "shit baby, your pussy's so hot already."

"Feels so good, feels so damn good", you chant, "ah Joonie", you moan, pulling him back into a sloppy kiss.

Namjoon squeezes your ass, chasing you by sitting up more. Like this your chest is pressed right against his big pecs, feeling every moan and growl you force out of him. The long chains around his neck press right between your boobs, most definitely leaving a mark on his skin.

But Namjoon doesn’t care, forcing your hips to roll over his thigh with such vigour that you actually have to break the kiss to whimper, head falling against his shoulder.

"No no baby, look at me", he orders.

You can barely lift your head, eyes droopy from all the pleasure. Your pussy feels so, so good. Namjoon is angling your hips just right to really rub your clit. The pressure is so intense, the warmth of him adds even more pleasure to it. You love this so much while at the same time hating it for making you feel so goddamn weak.

Namjoon smiles, "there we go, such a good girl for me. You’re so pretty, don’t look away. Mhm?"

"Yes okay", you whisper, struggling with your words. Whenever he calls you his good girl you feel your entire world light up. Being good for him is the best feeling in the world.

You take over for him, keeping up the quick rhythm to chase the burning pleasure only his thigh can give you. Your knee is lodged between his legs in that position, pressing right against his cock and balls. Namjoon feels dizzy because of it, feeling just as worked up about having your thigh against him than you do.

"Good girl, my pretty good girl", he praises, running his hands up your torso until he can cup your cheeks. He runs his thumbs over your skin, making you lean into the touch with your lashes fluttering happily, "you're so, so pretty, my baby", he whispers.

"Feels so good", you answer him because quite frankly, you can’t say anything else. Namjoon is messing with your mind. The praise feels so good, his muscular thigh feels like paradise, his touch like heaven. All of it feels so goddamn good and he needs to know.

"Shit baby, I can’t get enough of you", he rasps, "keep moving, you’re doing such a great job", he praises, abandoning your cheeks just to feel up your torso.

First your shoulders and arms, then your tummy and waist. He memorises every inch of you just in case he never gets to touch you again. Not that this will ever happen. Namjoon plans to keep touching and loving you until you grow tired of it.

"So beautiful, my baby's so beautiful", he whispers, making you lower your eyes shyly.

"Joon", you keen, kissing him before he can say anything more. You kiss him oh so deep, holding him close by the back of his neck.

You scoot up on his thigh, not only making his cock grind against you even better but also your clit. Namjoon moans, tensing his thigh only to relax it a second later.

"Do that again. Please", you whimper between kisses.

"That?" Namjoon lulls, tensing his thigh only to relax it again. He repeats the movement, making his muscle shift under your sensitive pussy.

"Mh-hm", you mewl, twisting his hair gently.

"So hot", he murmurs, kissing you with his tongue tracing your lips until you finally grant him access. Namjoon takes it happily, tangling his tongue with yours as his thigh keeps pulsating under your sweet pussy.

Every second with him feels like fiery ecstacy. He is so good by just being himself and being so strong and handsome. Oh how crazy you are for him.

"Joonie", you break the kiss, hips stuttering on his thigh, "help me, please."

Namjoon follows happily, placing his strong hands on your hips to guide your movements. Like this everything becomes so much easier again. The movements are slow and drawn out. Namjoon really makes sure to give your pussy enough stimulation. And while he guides your hips, he makes sure to really tense his thigh, keeping up a smooth rhythm of relax and flex.

It is not long that even those movements become unbearable for you. Your stomach is tight in pleasure, your pussy is throbbing and your clit feels like bursting.

"I wanna cum", you croak out, clawing at the back of his neck. You shudder each time he forces your clit over his thigh, toes curling in desperation.

"You wanna cum?" he asks, feeling his cock throb at your words.

"Yeah, so bad. Please."

"I'm not stopping you baby, I’m just here to catch you. Yeah?" he speaks softly and with such comfort that falling for him feels so, so good.

"Namjoon, ah", you moan, crumbling on his thigh with your head thrown back and your fingers on his chest. You can feel it vibrate in his moans and then you tremble out of control and all you really register is your own convulsing body and your pounding head.

You come down with a whimper of his name, falling around his neck to seek refuge in his embrace.

"Good girl, I’m so proud of you", he praises you, caressing your back slowly. You are panting so much, shivering like crazy. All he wants to do is keep you safe and comforted.

"Oh my god", you croak, barely catching your breath.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah just….dizzy."

Namjoon chuckles, giving your butt a little pat. He cranes his neck to kiss your temple, keeping his lips pressed against it afterwards.

"I'm right here baby, relax as long as you want to", he whispers, wrapping you up in feelings of safety and comfort.

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↳ Index [Day 13 - Pole Dance & Pegging]

Pairing: sub!Jimin x Mistress!Reader

Kinks: rivals to lovers, pole dancing, leather, pegging, choking, anal fingering, handjob, hair pulling, spanking, bondage, degradation & praise, dirty talk, lotsa kissing, the ending is cute

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday to the sexy bastard that is Park Jimin 💗 this will also be the last time i’ll apologize for plot haahha i can’t write pwp, we stan backstory for the tension. but i guess you guys know me by now. Enjoy besties 💗

You have been eyeing him ever since practice started. His body is sweaty, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He is wearing his gear already to warm it up for tonight. Black leather pants and matching gloves. How he is able to move on the pole with those gloves is beyond you, but Jimin has always had a taste for the dramatics.

Way too much dramatics in your opinion, especially recently after your boss told you that from now on, Jimin will be performing on the big stage right in the middle of the club while you should take his place by the wine bar. You are still furious about the entire ordeal, now eyeing him with icy eyes and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Jimin finishes practice five minutes later, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

“Oh hey there, how long have you been standing there?” he says, wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel.

“Not long”, you grumble, following him with his eyes as he jumps off the stage. He struts to you, doing so with his hips swinging from side to side.

“What do you think?” he asks, “isn’t the performance good?”

“Yeah I guess”, you shrug your shoulders, acting nonchalant about it when in reality you thought him to be very good. He just knows how to work a pole in his favour. His muscles are lean and tense just perfectly each time he uses them to pull himself up. The gloves, although you still find them way too over the top, give him a sort of alluring aura and the leather pants are so goddamn tight that you can see every single muscle even now when he is merely standing in front of you.

Jimin studies your face, pursing his lips in distaste. He knows very well that you are only pretending not to be impressed because you want to take revenge on him for taking your stage.

“I guess it’s the best performance this stage has ever seen”, he says and after bumping shoulders with you, leaves the club.

“What the hell?” you gasp, looking at the now empty doorway with annoyance bubbling inside you, “did he really just say that?”

You probably would have chased after him to call him a snob if your boss didn’t call for you to help her with setting up the rooms upstairs.

You have been working in this establishment for almost two years now. Upstairs, well-paying customers can find a night of fun and pleasure with a stranger of their choice. Gender is obviously not important, you have both male and female friends working here and ever since February, Lee is working as the hotel's first ever non-binary angel, enjoying themselves greatly each night.

You weren’t one of the love hotel angels, but worked in the club downstairs as a dancer and the occasional bartender.

Jimin joined your team about a year ago and up until recently, performed on the pole by the wine bar while you shone on the main stage in the middle of the club. Your roles however switched four weeks ago with the explanation that it was time to give another dancing angel a chance to shine. You understood your boss, but were still terribly pissed about having to give it up to Jimin.

You meet Jimin again an hour and ten before opening. Your boss, blind to your shared distaste, told you and him to get the place ready and to make sure that the poles are well prepared. Oh if only she knew what gates of hell she opened with that order.

Jimin is still out of his pants when you enter the club. His dark hair is styled with mousse and gel and a smokey eye look really brings out the mesmerising colour of his grey contacts. He is in the middle of fixing his gloves, looking over his shoulder when he hears your steps.

He scans you with his eyes. You are also wearing leather pants, torso exposed but with a wonderfully done leather harness adorning the right parts. Black nipple sticker cover you up, guiding Jimin’s eyes to your tits for just one second too long.

“What is your act tonight?” he asks, breaking his eyes away from your tits to instead ogle the huge dildo strapped to you and the bottle of lube in your hand.

“Em asked me to play Dominatrix for some business guys from Vietnam. She said they wanna see me jerking off my strap”, you explain, shrugging your shoulders.

“I see”, he says, turning away again to continue warming up. He grabs the pole and pulls himself up, stretching his legs by going into full splits in midair while his head tangles down. Like this your eyes lock and while you should probably look away and make sure the club is ready for tonight, you can’t.

“The thing you said today”, you begin, “what the hell was that about?”

Jimin finishes the movement gracefully, feet landing back on the ground without making any kind of sound. He keeps his sculpted back turned to you, looking at you through the mirror just opposite of the stage.

“I don’t know what you’re on about", he says nonchalantly.

“When you said that your performance is the best this stage has ever seen.”

“Ah that”, Jimin smirks and shrugs his shoulders, “the truth, I guess.”

“What the hell? That stage was mine before you stole it”, you hiss, feeling annoyance bubble in your chest.

“Yours?” Jimin whips around, “excuse me, that stage was never yours to begin with. You just had it for a while and now I do, because I’m better than you.”

“This is not the reason why Em gave you the stage and you know that”, you hiss, stomping to him.

Yes this always happens. Yes, this is the reason why your boss should not leave you and Jimin alone in a room. Because ever since he snitched your spot, you are always fighting.

“Oh get over yourself, I had to dance by the wine bar for eight months and I didn’t complain”, Jimin throws back, standing his ground even now when you are stomping up on stage to him.

“Yeah but I earned that stage. I dance by the toilets for thirteen months to get it.”

“Maybe you should dance there again, your shitty attitude would be fitting for that place.”

“Wow.”

You stare at Jimin. Jimin stares at you. The room is silent. The air heavy in tension.

You step closer to him, making him flee until his back hits the pole. He gasps at the coldness of it, but doesn’t break eye contact. Not ever.

“Take that back”, you growl, lips so close to his face that he can feel your minty breath swirl over his skin.

“Why should I take it back?” Jimin asks, eyes flitting to your lips. Dark lipstick brings out the shape of them, locking his gaze right onto them.

“The things I want to do you, you can’t even imagine”, you rasp, inching closer until you can feel his body heat against your skin, “oh if only”, you whisper, staring at his lips for the sole reason that you wonder if he wants to kiss you or not.

“Yeah if only”, he rasps, He gazes at your mouth with so much obsession that you wonder if he is actually going to lean in.

“I’d show you who the boss is if only I could”, you spit with distaste, placing one of your hands on the pole and with it giving him no chance to escape. Your strap is brushing against his toned stomach, making his skin prickle.

“Yeah?” he presses out, “who says you can’t?”

“Huh?”

Jimin moves until his lips are actually brushing against yours.

“Who says you can’t put me in my place? Mhm?” he rasps, forcing your eyes to flutter closed from the feeling of his lips.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you answer him, tilting your head to the side and with it, claiming even more of his lips in something that could only be described as a kiss without actually being a kiss.

Jimin moans softly, touching your waist. You growl, thrusting your hips into him to really grind your strap against his sculpted tummy.

“Do you even know how to use that strap, mhm?” he taunts.

“What do you wanna tell me?” you growl, dropping your hand from the pole just to grab a bundle of his hair instead.

“You should test it out, it’d be embarrassing if you couldn’t even move it right.”

“I can move it right, trust me”, you say, moaning softly when Jimin takes your lower lip between his teeth. He releases it a second later, gasping when within a second he is on your thigh while your hand is wrapped around his throat.

“What the hell?” he presses out, hissing when you press down on his veins to the point he goes dizzy.

“I can fuck you stupid, Park Jimin. Trust me”, you spit, grinding your knee against his balls and cock, “I heard that helps with getting your shitty little mouth under control”, you add, tensing your muscles just to make it even more intense for him, “one good fuck and you turn quiet like a good little whore.”

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’ll be quiet”, he spits back, dragging his nails down your neck so hard that your skin burns.

You don’t mind, making his knees wobble with just a squeeze of your hand and a tense of your thigh. You step closer, allowing your parted lips brush against his’.

“Oh trust me, you will.”

“Even if I will, what’s in it for you? You can’t stand me, why fuck me?” talking is hard when you are rubbing against his sensitive cock. Especially when all that is between is the thin material of his briefs. Jimin swears that he could pass out in desperation.

“I make no difference. I fuck whoever I want to. And especially bratty little boys like you”, you say, grinding your leg against his ass. It presses against his hole. Right where it feels the best.

He gasps, doing a terrible job at preventing it from happening. You smirk in triumph, tilting his head back with the help of your hand.

“There we go. Right against my body, getting off on my knee”, you rasp, “you’re already so much more likable.”

“Well you’re still a-”, he gasps, nails digging into your arms. Jesus fucking christ, this feels so good, oh how he wants to close his eyes, “-a, a cunt.”

"Doesn’t matter what you think of me, I’ll fuck you nonetheless”, you answer him, basking in the rapid pounding of his heartbeat against your fingertips, “just say the magic word.”

“What magic word?” he croaks, fighting gravity. Your knee is too good, with any other person he would have already stripped naked and fucked their strap stupid, but not with you. You won’t get the satisfaction of getting him to beg for you. If you want it then you should beg. He has all night. Well, an hour before the club opens at least.

You kiss him roughly then and his mind goes blank, fingers desperately trying to find their home on your body. His back arches from being pressed so tightly against the pole, his ass and cock ache in need from just your knee and his lips are pulsating as you continue sucking and biting them. Your fingers on his neck keep him from pulling back, nails bruising his skin in the shape of crescent moons.

Jimin drags his fingers up and down your exposed back, pulling you closer. You hate it. You hate how good he kisses. You twist his hair in the same rude manner he scratched your back, moaning into the kiss. You have to kiss him deeper, show him that you kiss way better than him.

Jimin growls, teeth clashing with yours as he forces his tongue inside your mouth. It seems that he basically wants to merge with you, judging by how deep his tongue goes. It forces a growl out of you and for your knee to squeeze even more of him.

“Fuck”, he gasps, arching his back eventhough his pride hates him for it.

“See?” you let the kiss break, “you want me.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already, fuck”, he hisses, arching into your touch with too much vigour.

You grip his chin, holding him hostage with your dark eyes racing between his equally dark eyes.

“Where do you wanna get fucked? The floor? Against the mirror? Against the pole?” you ask him

“Uh”, he swallows heavily, eyes trying to flit at the pole.

“So the pole it is”, you smirk, “good, that’s my favourite. Turn around and spread your legs.”

“What?”

“Turn around, for fucks sake”, you order, smirking proudly when he follows without an ounce of hesitation.

“Now bend down, keep your hands on the pole.”

And so he bends down, gripping the pole tightly. His leather gloves make a soft sound from the movement, stretching right around his hands

“Good boy”, you say, spanking his ass as a reward.

He hisses and moans, legs spreading even further and ass chasing your hand. He lifts his head. Shit. The mirror is right in front of him. Jimin locks eyes with you and gulps upon seeing the dark smirk tugging at your lipstick covered lips. It is all smudged from kissing, now covering his own lips as well.

“So you noticed”, you say and rip his briefs off in one clean go, “good.”

Jimin moans, arching his back. His eyes are glued to your reflections, flitting down to his cock for just a moment. Hard and throbbing, it hangs right between his meaty thighs, screaming for attention he knows very well won’t come for quite some time. The hands running up and down his ass and the massive strap between your own legs tell him that. And he is fucking high in excitement.

“Look at you”, you rasp, squeezing his sculpted buttocks between your fingers, “such a pretty, little slut.”

“W-wait what are you doing?” he gasps with widened eyes as he has to watch you abandon his ass just to begin trying his hands to the pole with his ruined briefs.

“You’ll need it, believe me. I fuck hard”, you explain, tightening the knot, “I hope you’re even ready for that.”

“Yeah, didn’t expect anything else from you”, he says, nodding his head vividly.

“Good”, you say, dancing your hands down his sculpted arms until you have his pretty waist between your fingers, “now before we really start, ever heard of the traffic light system?”

“Yeah. Red, yellow, green. We’re good, I know what to do. Also if I hum happy birthday you gotta stop.”

“Of course, I’ll stop. Good job, I’m almost proud of you”, you say, making him scoff and roll his eyes, “now let’s get started”, you say, connecting your hands with his sculpted ass in a harsh spank.

“Fuck! Ah!” he exclaims, writhing from the burn and leaking all over the floor.

You chuckle darkly, watching his swollen cock drip, “you are so wet. Adorable. I always knew that you’re a slut for rough handling. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew.”

He blushes and shivers at your words, avoiding eye contact.

You spank his ass.

“Look at me”, you growl, forcing him to lift his eyes.

He mewls, biting down on his lower lip while his hips squirm in your hold.

“Better. Now keep them on me as I fill you up”, you order, reaching for the lube bottle to slather your fingers with it.

Jimin’s breathing speeds up in excitement, his fingers tighten around the pole. He is aching for that stretch. He even cleaned out tonight, planning to fuck a customer later. It’s been so long since someone last fucked his ass and he’s burning up for that feeling. Especially when you are the one doing it. Jimin’s been fucking into you ever since he started working at this love hotel. He never told you, but you are the biggest fucking crush he's ever had and to have to strip him naked and peg him feels like a fanboy's dream come true.

You press your slickened fingers against his hole, locking eyes with him. And then you push, watching in delight as his eyelids flutter and his cock throbs angrily.

He sucks in air through his teeth, feeling every new inch of you slip inside. It is almost too much and yet not enough.

“There we go, take me, that’s it”, you praise, finally bottoming out. Now you have two of your fingers buried deep inside his warmth, getting squeezed oh so nicely. You curl them instantly, making slow movements right out of your wrist.

Jimin’s knees buckle, eyes almost closing. His gaze becomes droopier, his brows furrow in bliss.

“A-ah”, he moans in his sweet voice, puffy lips opening in small gasps for air.

“Slipped in so easily. You have such a greedy little hole”, you taunt, eyes locked on how much his cock is throbbing.

“Feels good”, he croaks, arching his back desperately, “one more, please.”

“One more? Don’t you wanna ease into it?”

“I’m a slut, need more”, he pleads, “please Mistress.”

The nickname feels like ecstasy to you, making your entire body feel hot in pleasure. That’s right, in this moment you are his Mistress and Jimin is nothing more than your pretty little boytoy. Oh the surge of power feels addicting.

You bury your pointer finger in his hole, forcing a trembling moan out of him. You fuck them in and out of him slowly, making sure to really curl them each time you pass his prostate.

Jimin moans deliciously, arms tensing from holding himself up and back arching at the same time. His thighs tremble each time you touch his prostate, his cock throbs and drips pleasure seconds later.

“Fuck seriously, need more”, he croaks just minutes later, looking at you with half-lidded, heavy eyes.

“Well damn, you’re eager to get stuffed aren’t you?”

He nods his head, pressing his ass back.

"Just wanna get fucked, please."

“Fine. Damn, you slut”, you say, pulling your fingers free to instead cover your strap in lube.

Jimin watches you through the mirror, chest heaving up and down quickly. He stops breathing when he feels the heaviness of your strap against his hole, finger tightening around the pole in anticipation of the intense stretch.

You buck your hips forward, feeding him your cockhead. It is almost laughable just how easily he takes you, how little he struggles.

“Holy fuck”, Jimin whispers, dropping his head, “holy fuck.”

“That’s it, swallow me up”, you rasp, rolling your hips into him until even your last inches are inside him, now sitting inside his tight little ass and stretching him out oh so well.

“Oh god", he squeaks, nose scrunching up, "oh, Mistress holy fuu.."

"What is it? You don’t like it?" you ask, rocking back and forth slowly while your fingers massage his trembling hips.

"So d-deep", he confesses, looking at you with glassy eyes.

“Painful?”

He shakes his head, “so deep”, he repeats before arching his back in a pretty slope.

"You'll get used to it", you state dryly now that you know he wasn’t uncomfortable, "ass out."

He was quite frankly overwhelmed by pleasure as you spoke the words, concentrating on the feeling of his hole getting so stretched open. This is all he wanted, needed, craved.

"Ass. Out", you growl, thrusting your dick into him in one hard, warning thrust.

"Ah! Yeah, sorry", he pants, sticking his ass out instantly.

"Good boy, that’s good. Now stay like this", you say, pressing your chest into his back, to whisper against his neck "I want to make sure you stay all nice and open for me", you rasp, twisting a bundle of his dark locks.

Jimin is eager to follow, moaning with his eyes falling closed and his ass chasing your strap in needy wiggles. You watch him through the mirror, giving him slow yet deep rolls of your hips. His ass doesn’t squeeze that much anymore, now that you are fucking him open so well. His cock is leaking again, looking so goddamn desperate for attention.

You reach to his front and close your fingers around him, jerking him off eagerly. Jimin whimpers, eyelids fluttering open for the sole purpose of letting you watch them roll back.

“Don’t stop, please Mistress”, he croaks, sobbing softly as his entire body burns up from the sensations.

"Such a good slut", you rasp, angling your cock inside of him to really hit his prostate, "I can feel how it loosens you up. You're a needy slut for getting your cock played with, aren’t you?"

Jimin blushes, throbbing in your fingers and squeezing around the pole.

"You are", you chuckle, "I could feel how wet your cute little dick just got."

He closes his eyes and whines. This is so embarrassing. You are calling his cock cute. This is so fucking embarrassing and it’s riling him up like nothing else.

“What is it? Aww, don’t tell me that I still fluster you”, you coo, twisting your hand around his heated tip.

“Oh! O-oh god, Mistress!”

You roll your slickened up finger over his leaking slit, eyes lowering darkly as you watch the pleasure contort his face into the prettiest expression.

“What is it slut?” you ask, thrusts becoming harder now that you have him pulsating around you, “feel good?”

“Yeah so g-good”, he stutters, squeezing his eyes shut as he grasps the pole tighter. This is so fucking hot, he is getting fucked, tied to a pole and with his clothes ripped to shreds an hour before the first guests arrive. You were supposed to prepare the club together, make sure everything was okay for the night and yet here you were, soiling the main stage with your nasty sex. He feels so fucking weak. How the hell should he perform tonight when just one touch of the pole will trigger such memories for him? How the hell should he keep himself upright when you fuck him into such a weak state?

“Harder”, he begs because right now all he can truly worry about is whether or not the pleasure will ever end. Those other questions are questions for future him in an hour. Right now he needs to get fucked. Hard and rough.

“Harder?” you sound amused, “oh Jimin, you amuse me”, you say and broaden your stance, “fine I guess I have to show you what I can do.”

Your hand yanks his head back by his hair, the other tilting his hips into an almost unnatural position. Not that this position is unnatural for someone like Jimin. On the contrary, he is chasing the stretch, moaning loudly when your big strap slides even deeper into his greedy hole.

“That’s it. Chase me like the greedy, little slut you are”, your words make him spiral but not as much as the spank which follows does.

“Mistress”, he whimpers, voice pitched. He raises his head, locking his eyes with you.

“Yes Jimin?” you pant, voice heavy in arousal.

“F-feels good”, he whines, before rolling his eyes back in ecstasy.

“Yeah? How good? Go on tell me how good my cock makes you feel”, you growl, burying all of you inside him while twisting your hand around his wet cockhead.

You bask in the way his eyes open in surprise and how his lips part in a shocked moan.

“Tell me”, you growl, repeating what you had done before, “tell me how good that feels.”

“So go-good”, he sobs, making his gloves squeak as he tries to hold himself up.

“I knew it”, you smirk, “you love getting fucked. You’re such a greedy boy.”

“Spank me again please”, he keens, wiggling his ass.

Slap! No hesitation. None.

“Ah yes!” he exclaims, throwing his head back as best as the current position allows him to, “more, please! More!”

With your stomach twisting in pleasure, you spank him again, watching in delight as this makes his sculpted ass jiggle.

Jimin sobs and mewls, writhing desperately and chasing you for another spank.

Spank!

He squeaks and laughs, cheeks wet from his tears and cock leaking constant streams of pleasure.

Spank!

There he is. Your greatest rival. Cock hard, ass stretched out and spanked and soft hair between your fingers while his own ruined briefs tie him to his pole. No, to your pole. For months it was your pole until he stole it.

Spank!

The next one is placed especially roughly, forcing his hips to thrust against nothing and for his body to almost fall down. Not that he can, with his wrist so tightly bound to the pole and his strong arms holding himself up. It does result however in your cock shifting inside him, so you are now able to finally watch how his hole looks as you fuck it open. All loosened up and wet. So goddam pretty.

Spank!

“Please don’t stop! More!” Jimin wails, trembling with each spank and leaking with each thrust.

Spank!

So here you are. Fucking your greatest rival against your pole and fucking loving every second of it.

“Fuck Jimin, this is so good”, you growl, spanking his ass and pulling his head back roughly, “you get fucked so good…”

“Ah, ah”, Jimin moans, convulsing when you spank his ass one last time before reaching to the front again to jerk off his swollen cock, “oh my g-god”, he sobs, knees wobbling and stomach tensing unbearably, “you, you…ah you…”

“What is it? Don’t like it?” you taunt, knowing very well that he is shaking so much because you’ve got him close.

“Close”, he presses out, spilling tears, “please close.”

"Yeah? You’re close? What should I do about that?"

"Don't, don’t, d-don't stop", Jimin stutters, "please oh god, p-please I'm cumming."

“Then fucking cum will you?” you order him, bringing him over the edge with one ruthless thrust right against his prostate.

Jimin wails loudly, barely holding himself up as his entire lower body convulses in his high. Holy fuck your strap is so huge in his small, clenching hole. Your hands feels like heaven and hell around his squirting cock. Your fingers in his hair burn so much from all the tugging they are doing. Jimin swears that for a second he actually passes out from the pleasure, only coming back to you because you slow down your movements and begin kissing up and down his spine.

This just happened.

He whimpers, shivering like crazy. You wrap your arms around him, soothing him by caressing his tummy.

“Good job”, you say, “that was so much cum, you’re such a messy boy.”

“Yeah uh”, he clears his terribly raspy throat, “yeah, fuck. Holy fuck”, he presses out, growing even more limp.

“Are you good? I’ll pull out now, yeah?”

Jimin nods his head, allowing you to work while he is floating on his afterglow. He sighs, squirting out the lube with one eager clench of his well-used hole. You trace it with your fingers, basking in just how soft you fucked it.

“So well fucked. I have to admit, that look suits you so well”, you praise, massaging his sensitive hole while loosening the knot of your impromptu bondage rope.

His arms drop instantly, knees giving up on him as he falls to the ground. You catch him before he can hurt himself somewhere, allowing his head to fall against your chest. He whimpers, wrapping his arm around your waist as he snuggles you for comfort.

“Are you really good?” you ask him, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No, I’m just…” he exhales shakily, “…holy fuck, that’s how you fuck?”

You chuckle, “yeah, last time I checked that’s how I fuck.”

“What the fuck? How should I perform?” he gasps, looking at you with widened, glassy eyes.

“That’s your thing to figure out. You were the one who wanted me to go harder.”

“Well shit”, he chuckles, “I’m done for, so goddamn done”, he mumbles, making you laugh.

It is three hours into your shift and after Jimin finally finished his performance (which was a little wobbly at first before he really got into it) when you interact with him again. You have just arrived by the wine bar to ask Em for a glass of water now that the Vietnamese businessmen finally left, when you feel Jimin’s hands on your hips, tempting you to turn around.

“Lee just told me that the purple room’s empty til five, wanna go upstairs and continue?” he asks over the loud music, getting his answer by being pulled into a sloppy kiss as you push him away from the bar closer to the door. Maybe you didn’t ever actually hate each other. Maybe all you really hated was the fact that you weren’t fucking each other like animals all day every day.

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