#fanfic: ogc
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"You love torturing Jungkook. He is so fucking adorable when he whines and squirms for you. Alternatively: You tie up Jungkook and torture him with a pretty prostate vibrator."
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut
Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, ownership kink, bondage, hickeys, biting, dirty talk, use of a prostate vibrator, exhibitionism, voyeurism, stripping, orgasm control, she ties him up and then goes to the room next door to let him suffer with a vibrator in his ass, consensually of course, aftercare
Wordcount: 5.5k
a/n: currently eating him tf up ngngng he is so!! have fun besties 🧡
“Too tight?”
“No, it’s perfect.”
“Good.”
You tie a pretty bow and run your hands up his arms. He has them behind his back, still covered by the sleeves of his black button up. The button up is open in the front because your hands needed to feel his skin. It adds to the vibes. Half-dressed and already ravished. He looks so handsome this way.
“Mhm, so fucking yummy”, you purr, dragging your parted lips up his neck, “you look so yummy tied up.”
Jungkook rolls his head to the side, closing his eyes sensually at the feeling. Your kiss is electric on his skin, leaving him wanting more. Tingles keep running down his spine, his heart is racing in his chest.
You reach the lobe of his ear, tracing it with the tip of your tongue. He giggles, writhing away because it tickles. You chuckle, pulling him close with your hand around his throat. You don’t apply pressure. He should know that he is yours even without any kind of force.
“Don’t flee”, you purr and snatch for his ear to nibble on it softly.
“Tickles”, he sighs and shivers. He whines, lifting his shoulder, “tickles, I can’t help it.”
“Mhm, poor boy”, you tease and peck the shell of his pierced ear. You give him a soft squeeze before sitting back. The distance hurts both of you. You want to feel his warmth, just as he wants to feel yours. But it is needed. Only distance makes it possible that you can get what you need. You hold it between your fingers as you crawl to the front. He is sitting on the bed, having his legs bent by the knees and pulled close to him. His eyes run over your body instantly. You are still in your dress. Burgundy red. It matches with your lipstick and the jewels on your ears. The dress is cut to really show off your chest in the most sensual and elegant of ways. His eyes linger on it and how your breasts move as you get closer to him.
“Like the view?” you tease him.
“Sorry”, he looks into your eyes, “I didn’t mean to stare.”
You chuckle, “you’re a horndog.”
“Hey.”
“I like it”, you swipe your thumb over his pouty lips, “don’t get the wrong idea.”
He follows the touch with a sigh of your name and his lids fluttering. He looks so perfect this way. It’s a shame that you have to cover those pretty lips of his’.
You lift the pink scarf into his vision. His eyes trace it hungrily. He licks his lips. The scarf sat around your shoulders once, keeping you warm in the chilly night. It made you look prettier than you already were. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from pulling it down one your shoulders to leave kisses on your soft skin. It was in a dark corner of the theatre during intermission. He just couldn’t take the longing anymore and so he pulled you into the closest corner he could find to ravish you with gentle kisses and his big hand naturally sliding to the small of your back.
“Behave”, you told him as your eyes scanned the crowds of people scurrying around the luxurious building. Nobody seemed to notice or if they did, they acted like you were invisible.
“You shouldn’t have dressed this way then”, he whispered, “you make it hard to behave.”
You turned to him then, scanning your eyes over his body. He wore a black suit over a black button up. It was tailored to fit his figure perfectly and his long hair was styled out of his face. He looked to die for.
“I’m behaving too, aren’t I?”
His eyes lowered in begging then. He was such a natural at begging. You rarely find it in yourself to deny him.
“We could get outta here. I bet the second act’s gonna be just as boring”, he argued.
“You’ll manage”, you said and broke away from him to return to your seats. Tonight you wanted to deny him. It was all part of the plan.
Now you are here. Back in your hotel room with the blinds closed and the lights dimmed. You couldn’t even take one step and Jungkook was already kissing you, moaning needily as his hungry hands felt up your every inch.
Of course you had to show him what his ravenous hunger would result in. Get his needy hands under control and his hungry lips back to behaving. So you restrained his arms with his tie with the promise of stealing his words with your scarf.
“Still down to get your words stolen?” you ask him and let the scarf dance over his face.
“Yeah”, he sighs, tilting his head back and parting his lips as the soft fabric paints paths on his face. He is shivering like crazy, feeling charged in need.
“That’s the answer I like”, you say, “face me.”
He obeys with obedient eyes.
“Stay.”
“Okay”, he whispers.
You close the distance and place the scarf over his mouth.
“Wait.”
You pull it away again.
His face morphs into that of begging.
“One more kiss?” he asks, lifting his brows in a plea, “please?”
You smile fondly and take his chin between two of your fingers to pull him into a kiss. Jungkook moans, reaching for you only to get reminded that he was currently tied up. He wiggles then, sucking on your lower lip.
Enough. You break the kiss even if he whines for more.
“Please?” his breathy voice swirls over your lips, his eyes are lowered and gazing at your mouth.
“No. That should be enough”, you say and move away to place the scarf over his mouth.
Jungkook scowls, you snicker. He can frown all he wants, you won’t give in again.
You give the scarf a soft tug. He lets out a soft sound of approval, looking up at you with lust filled eyes. You have to get even closer to tie the knot behind his head. Jungkook’s devoted gaze doesn’t break. It only deepens. He is so mesmerised by you. His goddess. Beautiful and glowing like the sun. His heart is racing like crazy at the thought of placing his control into your soft palms. Truly, you’ve got him in a chokehold.
“Too tight?” you ask him as you fix the knot.
He shakes his head.
“Good.”
You finish it with a double knot, then dance your hands along his cheeks until you can cradle them and tilt his head up. He moans softly, following your movement willingly. His eyes race between yours, sparkling in devotion.
“You’re so handsome like this”, you say, tracing the hem of the scarf right under his eyes.
“Mhmh”, he lets out, pulling a fond chuckle to the surface.
You smile with your eyes, showing him your teeth. He thinks you have the prettiest teeth. He aches to have them mark his skin, just as he aches for your lipstick marks and the heaven of your fingertips.
You lean in, kissing his lips over the scarf. Jungkook tries to kiss you back, to feel you and taste the sweetness of your kiss. But to no avail. You have him tied up and denied of his paradise. You pull back with a soft hum and your thumb swiping over his covered lips.
“Cat’s got your tongue, mhm?”
Jungkook sags his shoulders, fluttering his lashes at you. He feels so droopy that it gets hard to sit up.
“Mhm, such a cutie”, you chuckle and place your hands on his chest. You give him a soft push.
Jungkook falls gladly, arching his back on impact as a muffled moan leaves him. His dark hair falls messily, looking like rivers of ebony on the pale sheets. He wiggles around for a bit to get his arms comfortable, then stays still with his devoted eyes glued to you.
You climb over his leg, kneeling on the mattress as your eyes run over his body. The impact made it so his shirt fell open. His lean, sculpted torso is on full display. His pierced nipples look delicious in the lights.
“Look at you”, you say.
Jungkook shifts, trying his hardest to look even more presentable to you.
“To think that you’re mine…” you trail off, lowering yourself so you could drag your lips over his neck.
Jungkook mewls, rolling his head to the side. You suck on his skin. It feels warm at first, intense next, before a sharp sting shoots through his skin. He moans, arching his back.
You release him with a bop of your lips, running your eyes over the purple bruise you left.
“I’m the luckiest woman. I really am”, you say and place a second bruise right above the first.
Jungkook sighs and moans, feeling dizzy. You think that you are lucky. It’s unbelievable to him, because Jungkook knows for a fact that he is the one who is lucky. Out of all the people on earth you picked him. Jungkook fucking existed for you the moment he laid eyes on you and he never thought it possible to be yours one day. And you like to argue that you are the lucky one. No, Jungkook knows that he is lucky. So, so lucky.
“Mhm mine”, you purr and kiss paths down to his pecs. You need him marked everywhere. Not just his neck but everywhere. You need him to know that he is owned each time he takes off his clothes. When he undresses in front of the bathroom mirror, you want his eyes to flit to the purple marks first and you want his skin to remember how it felt like to be claimed. He should run his fingers over the marks as the warm water trails down his body and you want him thinking that the sweetest thing to be is yours.
“Mine. All mine”, you whisper. You kissed your way to his left nipple after leaving bruises on his chest. His piercing feels warm under your lips. The faint taste of metal meets your tongue. You part your lips and bite. You take a good amount of flesh around his nipple between your teeth and tug on it.
Jungkook wails up in ecstasy, arching his back because nothing will ever prepare him for your teeth claiming him. His cock twitches and throbs in his pants, the desire to be utterly ruined grows. It hurts, but nothing hurts more than when you release his tender skin to move on to another spot.
He wants to beg, to plead, to ask for more but the scarf around his mouth muffles his words.
You purr against his skin as your lips look for a new spot to mark. He would be happy with any spot, but you are particular. Looking, exploring, feeling until you finally feel happy. Warmth first which ends in an intense sting and Jungkook’s cock throbbing in his pants. He writhes on the sheets, whimpering behind the scarf.
“You’re needy tonight”, you tease with a light chuckle on your lips and Jungkook can merely agree with another whimper and his legs opening on the sheets. He brushes against your leg that way, pulling your attention to it. You sit back on your heels.
You study the big bulge in his black slacks. His small waist, his big thighs and how quickly his stomach lifts and sinks in needy pants for air. He is so pretty.
“Want me to take those off for you?” you ask, playing with the button of his slacks.
He nods his head vigorously, lifting his hips off the mattress.
“Mhm, I like it when you’re eager”, you say and pull the button open. Next the zipper. Jungkook can barely function at the thought of being undressed. He helps you with slipping out his left leg, spreading it from himself once he is undressed. You pull his slacks down until they pool a little over his knee, then run your hands along his legs.
“Look at you. You’re so hard”, you taunt, ghosting your palm under his bulge.
Jungkook tries to move his hips into your touch, but fails miserably. He is left aching for you while you lower your lips to his exposed thigh. He put it so perfectly for you to explore. And so it begins again. Your touches, your kisses, your exploration. Jungkook feels dizzier with each hickey you leave on his skin and loses his sanity with every new bite mark you leave.
Soon you have him begging for more. Soon you have him writhing for your touch and whimpering behind the scarf. More than he has already been doing. Oh he sounds so desperate, so completely agonised. You lift your lips from his marked thigh, studying his face.
“What do you want?” you ask even if you know the answer.
“Mgmhgfmg”, he tries to talk, but it only comes out as unintelligible noises.
“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”
“Mhmhm”, he tries with more urgency, lifting his hips repeatedly.
“Aaah you want me to take those off?” you fake your sudden enlightenment and click your tongue, “why didn’t you say so sooner? Silly boy”, you say and hook your fingers in his briefs. You rip them off of him. Jungkook mewls, watching you ruin his briefs as if they were nothing. He drops his head and moans, thinking to himself that he won’t ever be able to escape you. You make sure of it day by day and seal his fucking fate each time you unravel him.
“There we go. That’s better”, you say and throw his ruined briefs to the side. They land on the sheets and look so perfectly placed. As if you hadn’t ruined them seconds ago.
You run your eyes over his newly exposed cock. It lies hard and flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. No wonder he needed to be freed. It looks so painful.
“Does it hurt, mhm?” you taunt, guiding your fingers over his cock without ever touching him.
Jungkook swears he can feel your touch, panting heavily as the ghost of your fingers drags its claws down his aching length.
“Mhm-hmh”, he gets out, nodding his head vigorously.
“Tzt, poor boy”, you say with pity in your voice and despite that, you lift your hand again, never giving him what he craves most.
Jungkook huffs out air in desperate whines, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You can’t see his desperate gaze as you are busy looking at his pretty hole. Soft. Flushed just like his cock. Jungkook likes to wax himself. Well, he has someone else doing it, but point is that he is obsessed with being smooth for you. Not a single strand of hair adorns his body, his skin aches to be messied by you.
You connect the pads of your fingers with his hole and draw circles.
“Mhhhhm”, Jungkook lets out, throwing his head back and rolling his hips into your touch. This feels so good. He ached for the first touch like winter aches for snow and now that he finally has it, Jungkook might actually burst in pleasure. It feels so good. So, so good. He keeps rolling his hips instinctively as he chases your fingers.
You chuckle, “so needy”, you taunt and apply just a little pressure on his rim, “and soft.”
“Mhmhmhm.”
“Speak up.”
Jungkook clenches his hole needily, begging you with foggy eyes.
“You don’t want it?” you act oblivious, retreating your touch.
“Mhm!” he lets out loudly and looks for your touch with squirmy hips.
“No?”
He shakes his head, fucking the air desperately.
“So you do want me to touch you?”
He nods his head, humming a yes as best as possible. His voice sounds so perfect like this.
“You really have to work on your communication, I never know what you want”, you taunt and place your fingers back against his hole.
Jungkook purrs happily, closing his eyes halfway. His cock twitches on his tummy, lifting of a few inches repeatedly. It leaks pretty droplets of desperation, showing you his gratefulness this way.
“So pretty for me”, you say under your breath and retreat your touch.
Jungkook begs instantly, squirming needily. You are so cruel. He could cry. He begged like you asked him to, tried to be as clear with his communication as he can in his current state and yet you still took your touch away. Jungkook wonders what he did to deserve such punishment tonight, begging as loud as his covered mouth allows him to. He even messes up the sheets as he digs his heels into the mattress to wiggle his hips even harder.
“Look at you. How needy can someone be?” you are taunting him, making it hurt even more.
“Eeeh, eeh, ee-eh”, he tries to say please but it only comes out as squeaks.
“Relax, I’ll be back soon”, you assure him and wrap your arms around his leg so you could hold it still and kiss his knee, “promise. Be patient, it’ll be worth it.”
Jungkook calms down even if he wants to continue to beg. You sound truthful however and he wants to be good for you. He loves being good for you.
“That’s better. I’ll be back soon”, you promise and turn to climb off the bed.
It doesn’t pass a lot of time, but it feels like eternity to Jungkook. He wants to think clear thoughts, get himself back in order, but he can’t. His mind is racing with one thought and one thought only. I need her back, please. Please, please, please. He needs you back for his own sanity.
The mattress dents next to his legs, then his pants suddenly get pulled down his leg. Jungkook lets it happen with a dizzy head, moaning needily when he feels your bite on his unmarked thigh seconds later. You bite hard and you bite deep. Jungkook fucks the air because of it, mewling your name even if the scarf muffles it.
“You’re cute”, you tease him and straighten back up. You are so nonchalant about the entire situation while Jungkook feels ruined. It ruins him even more that you are.
Jungkook wiggles on the sheets, looking at you as best as possible. You are still in your dress, presenting a black prostate toy in your hands. The nail polish matches with your dress, looking especially red against the dark shaft of the vibrator.
Jungkook mewls, clenching his hole.
“You know what I wanna do with that?”
He nods his head vigorously, opening his legs further.
“Do you want it?”
He swears he might pull a muscle in his neck if he has to nod his head any harder. Yes yes yes! Yes! Of course he wants it! Of course, of course, of course!
You give him a smile. There is some lipstick on your teeth because of all your biting. Jungkook thinks you are even prettier this way, moaning just for you as his body completely melts for you.
“Of course you do. You’re my needy man after all”, you say and caress his inner thigh.
Jungkook agrees with a mewl of your name. He is. He is your needy man and he is so proud to be.
You retreat your touch for a moment so you could lube up the toy. He is obsessed with the view. Your fingers look so sexy when they are wet from lube. He wants them around his throat or thighs or cock or waist. Anywhere really. Just fucking anywhere so he can feel owned by you. Even more owned than he already does.
You touch his rim. Jungkook closes his eyes and moans. So wet and gentle. He is owned. Finally he can feel it. He is your possession.
“I can’t finger you open tonight because of my acrylics. Is that too intense for you?” you make sure.
He shakes his head. He is so needy that he knows his unprepared hole will take the toy easily. He sometimes gets like this. When you’ve got him deep enough in subspace, he basically aches to have his hole filled. No preparation needed because everything else has already prepared him enough.
“Of course it isn’t. Why did I even ask?” you tease and chuckle. You connect the head of the toy with his hole.
Jungkook holds his breath. His heart might give up if he gets any more excited.
“Ready?”
He nods his head.
“Here it comes.”
The stretch is instant. His hole opens up so easily. Jungkook moans loudly, scrunching his face in ecstasy. Finally. He needed it so bad. He breathes quickly, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts.
“Would you look at that? Slipped right in. You needed it so bad, didn’t you?”
Jungkook nods his head, writhing sensually as his once empty hole gets filled to the brim. The toy is around two fingers thick and with a smooth surface. A faint curve presses the tip against his prostate, making sure that he gets stimulated where it feels the best. He is so obsessed with it. Which is why you and he took it with you on your city trip. He needed to know that if the chance shall arise, he can have his favourite toy. He is so happy about your planning now that it is finally put to use. It will never lose its spark. Jungkook feels paradisiacal with it inside.
The toy bottoms out. You trace his puffy rim, switching your eyes between his stuffed hole, his hard cock and his blissed-out face. He is breathing quickly, moving constantly because it is the only way for his body to handle what you give him.
“How’s that? Comfy?”
“Mh-hm”, he gets out and trembles just once. He buries his head deeper in the sheets, opening his legs further. It’s perfect. That’s what it is. Jungkook feels so good.
“That’s good”, you say, taking the remote control between your fingers.
Switch.
Jungkook grunts in surprise, following it up with an arch of his back and a high-pitched whimper. You keep the vibrations on the lowest level. The toy purrs quietly inside him, giving him slow waves of stimulation.
“Does this do something for you?”
He nods his head quickly, making the prettiest sounds. You love everything about Jungkook as your sub, but what you love most is how vocal and loud he always is. He is such a good, noisy toy. He really is.
“Of course it does”, you say and turn your back to him so you could get off the bed.
Jungkook lifts his head, following you with widened, confused eyes.
“Mhm?”
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m keeping it on”, you say and disappear in the bathroom. You keep the door open.
Jungkook mewls and keens fruitlessly, moving around the sheets until he has view of the bathroom. It is a very interesting bathroom as the wall separating it from the bedroom is made out of glass. Only the toilet area is separated by a wall, everything else is on perfect display to Jungkook.
You are looking back at him from behind the glass wall, currently taking off your jewellery while beside you on the counter, the remote control is laying.
Jungkook spills tears and lets out a soft sob. You are so cruel and perfect. You abandoned him, tied up and gagged. You left him with the vibrator on the faintest setting as if he wasn’t important. He feels like a toy that you grew bored of and it’s making him so dizzy that he actually starts to see you blurry.
Truth is, this is all part of your plan. Of course you haven’t grown bored of him. You are in a rush of ecstasy. Watching him writhe and gaze at you through the glass gets you off like nothing else. He looks so desperate and needy. The desire to turn up the vibrations of his toy is unbearable, but you know not to yet. You need to drag this out, get him so desperate that the only thing stopping him from screaming is the scarf over his mouth.
You keep a sharp eye on him through the reflection of the big mirror while Jungkook keeps looking at you with blurry vision. He watches as you finish taking off your jewellery and how you begin taking off your makeup. First your lips. Messy and red. Then your eyes. Dark and dishevelled. You part your lips and lean closer to the mirror to get everything. It results in your back to arch and for your ass to reshape the form of your dress.
Jungkook clenches around the toy, spilling on his stomach. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thinks. Fuck he needs you to heighten the vibrations or else he might scream. He is so needy and what the toy is giving him is not enough. He needs more and he needs you and more and you and. And. He needs you back with him and to stop teasing. Please.
You move away from the mirror and discard the dirty make up wipe. You look at him again, ghosting your hand over the remote. Jungkook feels his stomach tighten and his lungs work quicker at the aspect of getting more. Ne needs it. More. More. More.
You pull your hand away.
Jungkook sobs softly, spilling tears. Please. More. Please more. It’s all he needs. Please? Maybe?
He begins clenching and relaxing his hole in hopes of moving the toy this way. It works just enough that the ache gets soothed to the point of electric warmth. It doesn’t hurt quite that much anymore. Jungkook squirms on the sheets, lowering his lids as it gets hard to stare. He doesn’t want to look away however because you are currently taking off your dress. You move your body sensually for it, opening the zipper slowly. Once open, you let the dress glide down your arms. It pools by your feet. Jungkook curses into his scarf gag, fucking the air desperately. Your lingerie hugs your curves just right, bringing out the addicting femininity of you. You’re his fucking goddess. You really are.
“Ahm!” he lets out as the toy inside him suddenly purrs louder. He whimpers, shaking on the sheets. You pressed the button, increased the vibrations and Jungkook has to pay the consequences. His legs begin trembling against his will, each second feels like heaven and hell at the same time. It is so, so close to being enough. Jungkook fucks the air repeatedly, grabbing a bundle of the sheets as best as his tied up arms allow him to.
He is so far gone that he can’t even see as you take off your lingerie and step into the shower. You don’t mind. It’s already enough to watch him writhe and shake. He is so lovely to look at. He is such a delight when he trembles. This strong, confident man on the sheets, shaking and squirming just for you. His needy sounds meet your eyes quietly. Distance makes it so. You don’t mind. It just means that you have to press the button one more time before you step into the shower and get your hands wet.
You press the button two times. Because you know the toy well and know exactly how many times you need to press the button the switch to Jungkook’s favourite setting. A strong, wave like pattern with one second of intense vibration at the end before it ebbs down again. It repeats over and over again. Jungkook arches off the sheets, drops again, arches again, drops, shakes. It is as if he was trapped in an endless fight with pleasure, writhing for mercy only you can give him. His noises meet your ears in clearer volume. He is moaning in his sweetest voice, following it up with needy mewls and ruined sobs. Lovely. This is so wonderful.
You place the remote on the corner of the counter and step into the shower. You keep your eyes on him as you wash yourself, running your hands over your own body in sensual touches. He turns you on so fucking good.
Jungkook has no idea what you have been up to ever since you took off your dress and those deep vibrations started. He has his eyes closed. Squeezed shut because it’s impossible to keep them open. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much. He can’t stop shaking, his neck is slowly starting to hurt because he keeps tensing in panicky attempts to stop those shakes. His stomach is so tense. He can feel every single muscle in it. He swears that he can even feel the muscles which are responsible for making his cock twitch. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much.
Jungkook moans because this is everything he can do and messes up the sheets as his legs kick against his will. The toy presses against his prostate. He always thinks that he isn’t a needy man, that he isn’t sensitive and doesn’t easily get ruined by sex. And you always, fucking always, prove him wrong. He is sensitive and this is easily ruining him. He is pulsating and convulsing around the toy, tensing his muscles even though it makes him so much tighter. Everything he is doing happens against his will. His body is slave to the pleasure and his mind is her hostage.
You turn off the water and get out of the shower, reaching for the towel. He is such a delight to watch. He is shaking so much at this point that you fear for his body. Poor man, he looks so vulnerable and fragile right now. It would be a shame if your finger slipped and oops.
Jungkook’s loud scream meets your ears. It is distorted and muffled by your scarf. You watch in addictive delight how he arches his back to its breaking point. His tied arms hold him up by his elbows, his shaking hands grip the sheets to the point his fingertips are pale. He shakes, shakes, shakes.
You watch with a dark smirk on your lips as your hands dry your own body. Look at him shake and shake and shake.
Suddenly he stills and drops into the sheets. His legs begin twitching uncontrollably, his noises become quiet again. He is squeaking and sobbing. In his shakes he rolled his head to the other side, so you can’t see his expression right now.
You abandon the towel by the sink and leave the bathroom with the remote in your hand.
“Forgive me for disappearing like that, but I-”, your words get cut short at the view of him.
His stomach is covered in his white cum, your pink scarf is soaked in his tears and drool. He is still shaking, crying desperate tears with squeezed shut eyes.
“Kook”, you gasp, “holy fuck, look at you. Look at the mess you made.”
Jungkook whimpers in the distinct way he does when he wants to communicate something. He looks at you with barely open eyes, moving his head in a way that lets you know he wants the scarf gone.
You climb onto the bed and tug it under his chin.
“Please”, he begs with trembling lips. His lower face is messy from his drool, “please turn it off. Please.”
“Fuck, you’re ruined”, you say and press the button which turns off the toy.
Jungkook drops in the sheets, grinding his teeth in relief. His body becomes useless instantly, no inch of muscle seems to work.
“Thank you”, he croaks and rolls his eyes back before closing them. He gulps and swallows heavily, fighting for air.
“God, look at you”, you say, running your hand over his cheek in soothing caresses, “you look ruined.”
He nods his head slowly.
“You are, aren’t you?”
“Yeah”, he whispers.
“You know that this was supposed to be foreplay, don’t you?”
He peels his eyes open halfway. They both show his utter exhaustion and his eagerness to please. You snicker, booping his flushed nose.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault that you cum too soon.”
“It wasn’t too soon. You stuffed me with a vibrator and then let me suffer with the best setting for too long”, he throws back even if his tongue is dragging the words.
You laugh and move closer until you can kiss his cheek. He sighs happily, leaning into the touch as best as possible. You pull back, gazing into his eyes.
“Still sounds like a You problem”, you tease, snickering mischievously when Jungkook furrows his brows. You trace the creases between his brows, feeling your heart flutter, “how about I untie your arms and then you can relax by having me sit on your face?”
“You’re my fucking goddess, holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out.
You laugh, “so that’s a yes?”
“Yes, holy fuck.”
“You’re cute. I’m not taking the toy out, by the way. Make with this information what you want.”
“Holy fuck, I’m actually gonna die in this hotel room, aren’t I?”
You peck his lips, pulling back with a playful grin. “Maybe.”
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Summary:
The mountain lion leaps, and Stiles runs.
Stiles’ legs beat against the ground, heart in his throat, brain a steady chant of I’m gonna’ die here, this is it, this is how I die, and he’d laugh and cry all at once if he had the breath for it. But he doesn’t. So he runs. There’s a roar behind him, footsteps gaining. He trips, and—
with a tingling rush, he steps into someplace new.
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Stiles is pushed out of the pack after the incident with the Dread Doctors, but before he can start a new supernatural-free life he finds himself stumbling through a rift into the world of the Witcher.
chapter one is up, and chapter two will be posted tomorrow! chapter one is 18k, and the fic as a whole will be 28k
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CRY—Kai Adachi—
Notes: Kai is Ei, Ei is Kai’s brith given name, ‘Ei’ is called Kai by Akari, Akari is a oc, Abadonment, heavy emotions, Ei is young, mental breakdown, Kai grows up, Kai is still bitter.
Ei grumbled as they were shaken rather roughly and they blinked once, before a few more times.
“Ei!! Wake up! We need to go, like right now!!” A frantic white-haired tall figure explained to her.
The only source of light in the room was the eerie warm glow of warm organe and red tones. Faintly, Ei could smell a scent of burning?? Was that it??
“What’s happening, Astro?..” Ei carefully asked as Astro tugged on her white button up sleeve.
“..We don’t have time! Ask Akari questions, okay?!! We just need to get you out of here!” Astro’s eyes were wide with some emotion the younger couldn’t understand.
Was it fear?? And if it was, why were they afriad? Were they afraid for themself?? Were they afraid for Ei?? Or maybe they were afraid of something..
“..” Kai bit their lip as they quietly followed Astro’s begging.
They held theirself as their feet hit the wooden floor. The red-eyed girl looked up at the golden eyed one.
“Ok good..get some shoes on..” Astro’s tone of phrase had became more calm and soft as they watchec Ei put her shoes on.
Now that Ei thought about it, she could hear the sound of people yelling, people screaming, people yelling at each other, and something BURNING.
That was the main thing that was bothering the younger Adachi, you see. The scent seemed to fog their brain and fill their lungs. But untheless, Ei turned to Astro and blinked.
“Ok, come!!” The older girl grabbed Ei’s hand and led her down the stairs.
Once the pair made it down the stairs, another white-nette was in frame. The new white-nette’s blue eyes were panicked, darting around. She was biting her lip, rather harshly.
“Kai there you are!!” Akari’s eyes landed on the younger and she rushed over to the half-awake younger.
“Kari’…” Ei muttered, smiling a little at the eldest Adachi.
“Come!! We have to go!” Akari didn’t smile back as she took them from Astro’s hold.
Akari’s warm hand wrapped around Ei’s smaller one as the two immeditly left the house. Ei got one more glance at Astro, her face was one of concern. But the door slammed infront of it and Akari led them away.
Ei worriedly looked around as Akari speed walked through the town. Ei’s red eyes shined with the orange glow of fire as the smoke became worse. Her mouth fell open as people screamed and some pointed at the two. This only made Akari actually start jogging as she paled.
Town’s people followed behind the two as Akari led Ei into the forest. The younger noticed that the people had fire, matches, pitchforks.
The taller white-nette slammed aganist a tree with her shoulder and hissed.
“Damnit, fucking towns people..” She muttered more curses under her breath that Ei couldn’t here.
The towns people lost track of them the farther the two went in the forest.
“Akari?” The red-eyed girl asked, now sweating and paling as the two of them found a circular area that had flowers sticking up.
The small weeds and plants blew as a slight breeze picked up, effectivly blowing Ei’s hair in her face.
“We should…stay here for a while..just to be safe!..” Akari said, eyes not even focused on the younger while she looked around the forest and trees.
The moon was full, casting a sort of heavenly glow onto the circular area where the two were standing. Only now, Ei kneeled down on both of her knees while leaning her body forward and reached her hand out. They gently touched the white lilies that blew in the wind.
“Um…Kari’..do you know what Lilies mean..?” Ei quietly asked, hesatation clear in their voice.
“…No..what do they mean, Kai?” Akari was quiet before also mummbling towards the former.
“They..um stand for purity, and light..I…I..um..” The girl trailed off even though it seemed like they were going to say something else.
“Yes?” The blue-eyed other asked.
“…….They remind me of you….” Ei whispered as the wind whistled in her ears.
“Sorry? What was that?” Akari aplogized, shaking her head before looking at Ei.
“Oh no! Um..nothing!” Ei quickly responded, whipping towards the lilies again.
Both were quiet for a long while before Akari heard the crunch of boots.
Both of them flinched.
“!! Ei, stay here! I’m going to go talk to the town’s people real quick!!” Akari shuffled towards the crouching younger and whispered to her.
“…”
“Ei?”
“…Hm?..” The mage looked towards the other for a few seconds before looking away.
“I’ll come back, I promise.” Akari smiled geniuley, holding her pinky out towards them.
“…Promise..?” Ei mummbled, looking at Akari, the pinky she was holding out, and then their own hand.
“Promise.” Akari nodded.
The youngest Adachi smiled and closed her eyes, hooking her pinky with Akari’s.
“I trust you, Kari’.” Ei quietly said as the blue-eyed girl stood up and looked at the former one more time.
Akari smiled at the red-eyed girl before disapearing. When she faded out of view, Ei’s smile lasted a little longer. She could faintly hear the sound of Akari walking up to people and speaking, all she could hear was Akari’s accented voice, not the actual words she was saying.
The white-nette absentmindly listened to Akari’s voice as she hugged her knees to herself. They peered over them, though, as they stared at the clump of lilies in front of them.
It was dead silent.
Ei couldn’t hear Akari’s voice anymore.
Ei couldn’t hear the sound of people’s footsteps, people’s breathing.
Only her own breathing and the sound of wind.
“……” Her heart beat was oddly calm even though her breath was shallow.
It had been three hours.
Three hours after she had heard the last sound of boots or people talking.
Surely, Akari was ok, right?
Surely, She was going to come back for them, right??
There’s no way she wouldn’t, The eldest Adachi wasn’t like that.
She wouldn’t do something like that…
“Right…?” Ei whispered, huddling closer aganist the tree as they squeezed their eyes shut.
Six hours.
Six hours that Ei slept for.
They had now been alone in the forest for nine hours.
They woke up, searching around franctically. No one. No one but Ei.
The red-eyes girl started standing up and holding her head. She franctically combed through it as she quickly whipped her head back and forth.
Nothing. Nothing but the same lilies the girl had compared to Akari before.
Purity.
Was that purity blinded by Ei’s blindness..?
Maybe it was their fault she wasn’t coming back. Hell, the mage didn’t even know if the other was ok.
Maybe…maybe she deserves this…
It had been a whole week.
A whole week since Ei last saw any people, untheless, her own family or a town member.
On the third day, she finally had enough and decided to go further into the forest. She found some water in a clear lake and eagerly drank it. The white-nette had also found some berries but they couldv’e been posionous. Unthless, Ei ate them and prayed nothing happend, nothing did.
The youngest Adachi noticed that the forest seemed to block out the view of the town completly. Not even noticeable. Since they weren’t EVER in this forest before, they didn’t want to move from the circular area where they were left.
On the one week aniversery, they couldn’t take it anymore. Ei felt like she was going insane. She started haliucanating things, like Akari coming back to help her. It felt so real, but once the reality came back to her, she broke down sobbing. Since the fourth day the eleveen year old hadn’t slept.
Her white hair was dirty, dishelved and greasy, her eyes were sunked in tiredness and greif. Her clothes were covered in dirt and she felt dirty.
The abadoned offically decided to figure a way to get out of here, no matter where it was headed. The greif stage was still in effect, but now she was also angry. Angry at everyone. Ei didn’t want to go back to the village.
So, she walked, and walked, drank water here and there, tried to find things to eat like fish and berries. And slept.
And finally, she saw the end of the forest, but now she was in the runic city. Far different from where they were from. Ei could see a few people stop and point at them and they shrunk back.
A specfic younger looking blond girl with pink tips at the end of her short hair jogged up to her. She had oceanic blue eyes.
Darker then Aka-no.
“Hey! Are you alright?! You look my age!” The blonde’s voice wasn’t accented as she conceringlly looked Ei up and down before pointing out the ages of the two.
“What’s your name?” She asked again, coming closer when Ei didn’t shrink back.
The red-eyes girl slowly blinked before hoaresly clearing her throat and answering:
“E-Oh um…it’s Kai…just Kai..” Kai introduced herself.
The latter seemed to smile in response at the vocal answer before backing up and making some sort of pose. Her left hand was lifted to make a peace sign at her left eye while she closed the right one. Her left leg was also bended up in the air by the knee.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, ‘Just kai.’ The name’s Maya Mayfield!! Parent’s weren’t that creative, I know.” Maya cheerfully introduced herself.
The shorter stared in awe before blushing when Maya came close to them.
“Ah! Right, do you wanna come back to my house? I can help you clean up and I’m sure my parent’s would feed you!” The blue eyed girl smiled with her eyes closed.
“U-Um! Are you sure??…” Kai frantically asked, sweat-dropping a bit.
“Duh!! it’s totally fineeeee!~ Come on now, yeah?” Maya’s smile was still on her face while Kai blinked a few times before nodding and following the other girl back to her house.
“Kai??? My love???” A voice shook the ninteen year old out of her thoughts.
“Ah- Um sorry..Maya, yes?” The red clothed girl asked, still sort of looking out of it.
“Are you okay?? You seem…out of it, for a lack of a better word..” The taller said, looking at them with concern.
“Oh no! I-err-…I’m fine, really..” The apprentince mage said, biting her lip while looking out the window.
“Just umm…thinking, is all…” The white-nette said before sighing and taking a sip of their coffee.
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A'ight my tripleace gurl!! I know you've been having a crap week (well, years, good lord gurl, who'd you piss off?) And I know you love discussing. SO! Since we've chatted about your fics an' mine on discord... for here and for a special gift... OCs, Pet Peeves, Overrated... and for Free Space add Captain Scarlet to the mix!!
...Mbali, you are both the absolute BEST and the absolute WORST XD
Does Tumblr have a word limit on posts? Cause if so I might just hit it XD
OCs:
My take is the same as yours, Mbali, as you well know XD *side eyes you* You trying to get me in trouble? You know our stance on OCs is hardly popular.
My general rules with OCs is that they can only be secondary or support characters, they can't be the 'best' in a skillset that pre-existing characters have, and if their past ties into main character pasts, they must remain in a secondary / support role in the past as well. An OC can be 'the best' at a certain skill or the like if (and only if) there are no canon characters with the skill set or job.
I also dislike self-inserts. While I'll pull on real-life experiences or the like of myself or people I know, I have no OCs that are 'me', and indeed most of them are VERY different from me. Even when I put in experiences or stances I have, it's from a... well, it's removed from me. It isn't me putting myself into a character, it's me going 'alright, this event / opinion makes sense for this character so I'll use it, but 99% of the time the event/opinion influences the character VERY differently then it did me.
I know that this is hardly a popular take, but it's my stance on it. I would never try to force others to adhere to it, nor would I insult or degrade someone's work for having an OC that is a self-insert or the center of focus. I tend to not ENJOY such works as a general rule, but everyone is free to create what makes THEM happy XD
Now that said I often have fun TALKING about OCs I've come up with over the decades. Heck, Mbali and I came up with one that's been around since the *80s* who's quite fun (Shaka Dlamini)
Related to this is 'Semi-OCs'... that is characters that are TECHNICALLY canon. Maybe they got little to no focus in the canon series, maybe they're from a reboot and you're working them into a fic set in the og series (got QUITE a few of those, XD) , etc. With these characters, I tend to give a bit more leeway (esp the 'pulled from another series' ones), while I still avoid them being the 'best' at something (unless the character WAS the best at said matter), they can 'ascend' to main character status.
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Pet Peeves:
In general: taking a version of a character from one version and treating them like the ‘default’. In Captain Scarlet, I see a LOT of people taking either the og version of Captain Blue (calm, determined, loyal to the point it can be a fault) and transplanting that version into a nCS fic... or taking the nBlue (gung-ho rambo who leaps before he looks) and using it in a ogCS fic.
Also see a lot of it with Thunderbirds, esp the much more firey TAG versions being treated as IC for the og boys... actually something I see a LOT of is ‘the Tracy Temper’ in fics and I’m just... no, the TAG boys are firey and short tempered and tend to wear their emotions on their cuffs (which is fine, I LIKE these versions of the characters)
but the OG Tracys were overall calm, steady, and with a trend towards the stoic. Very slow to anger and Gordon and Scott esp trended towards ICE rather than fire when angry. ...and I like these versions just as much as I do the TAG XD
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I dislike characters being undercut or being dumb (or suddenly not being good at something, or another character suddenly getting someone else’s expertise) I dislike it in fanfics, but I LOATHE it in canon works
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I dislike people going ‘oh I like this version better, THEREFORE the other versions are BAD’ (with an annoying common trend of ‘I will treat my assumptions as facts and will even MAKE THINGS UP to be mad about so people know that THAT VERSION IS BAD)
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Both the 04 film and TAG
Pet Peeve bordering on hatred of how YOUNG Alan is. In my old re-write fanfic of the 04 film, the FIRST THING I did was change Alan from 14 to 16. I honestly thought that Alan was 16 in s1 of TAG (given that he turns 18 and is graduating in s3) and I reaaaalllly hate that he apparently was 14 and apparently has been doing rescues for at least a year. ...Hi, yeah, CHILD LABOR AND SAFETY LAWS WOULD LIKE A FEW DAMN SERIOUS WORDS WITH YOU. (and yes this is my reaction to this in ANY fiction and has ben my whole life, even when I was SIX I would refuse to read or watch something if the protag was too young. My only exceptions are when the kid has no option and/or there are adults present and aiding/protecting them as much as possible)
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TAG
I don’t like HOW MANY rescues iR goes on. They’re a SMALL UNIT, they can NOT maintain this witout burnout and DEATH being a serious risk VERY quickly. the og series having it where IR only got involved in rescues that no one else could do made perfect sense and allowed for a very small operation without driving everyone into an early grave.
There are also times where the ‘kids show’ is much more in your face for me than it was with the og. Also several ‘look kids just like the toys’ with the Birds too.
...This one borders on hatred, but there are a few episodes where THE MESSAGE results in flat out FACTUALLY WRONG INFO being spouted tot he point that it comes across as ‘SCARE THE KIDDIES STRAIGHT... by flat out lying to them’ (the nuclear power episodes are high on this list. the STUPIDITY of ‘I’ll turn this oil rig into a solar power station’ ....No you won’t. That will not work in teh SLIGHTEST for SO MANY REASONS... also, you do know we use oil for a HELL OF A LOT more than GAS right? Not needing gas anymore just means we won’t need to mine AS MUCH oil... Plastics, rubbers, HEALTH ITEMS, and so much more come from oil and we don’t really have another way to make these. ...Also you can’t make a gravity well with a Hadron Collider and on top of it THAT ISN”T HOW A GRAVITY WELL WOULD WORK. ..you’ve got what is basically a SUPER super magnet, just have it where it’s dragging metal items down. ...also 9gs is an ACCELERATION not a SPEED)
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Captain Scarlet 68
There were times where the fact that CS was a solo lead show grated on me. All the other Anderson series are ensemble shows, and we would get a decent amount of focus or time on other characters for the most part. ...and CS had a AMAZING crew that we just never really got to spend as much time as I’d like with
Captain Black being treated like he WILLINGLY joined the Mysterons rather than being their first victim, something nCS was guilty of too. (related to this, I really wish we could have gotten moments of Black FIGHTING back. Make the scene with him and Symphony in Manhunt be a moment of Black FIGHTING FREE for a moment, stopping the radiation and telling her to RUN before the Mysterons regain control... the reason Symphony kept driving after getting past the gate was her knowing if she didn’t do what the Mysterons ordered, Black would be KILLED and she’d just seen that BLACK WAS STILL IN THERE. Give him a few other scenes where he hesitates, or fights back, or is even able to spare someone.
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Overrated:
Thunderbirds 1965:
Alan, honestly. I never DISLIKED the character, but I found him dull and liked him the least out of the main characters, so the fact that both films were basically Alan centric, and Season 2 was mostly Alan centric and... well, by the end of it I tended to get both quite TIRED and quite ANNOYED at the character.
Fanfics that are Alan centric have an annoying habit of undercutting (or even belittling) the other lead characters, which annoys me to no end (now mind I dislike it when this happens with ANY character... heck that was my longstanding gripe... 80% in jest granted XD ... with Boomercat back in the day)
At least I've always got the comics and novels, where Alan didn't really get as much spotlight (and the others did. btw, if you like Gordon, you might want to check out the comics, as Gordon got quite a few comics that where he really got to shine)
Thunderbirds 2004:
Oddly, not Alan again (despite it being a THIRD MOVIE to be Alan centric). I could see what they were TRYING to do with him, even if the execution was lacking. No in this case, I found JEFF to be overrated. I didn't like this much younger, much more aggressive, version of Jeff and found him overrated / dull / annoying for the most part.
Thunderbirds are Go!:
Gonna go with Sally here, with a side order of 'one or two off characters treated as a HUGE DEAL that were kinda meh or even annoying at times?'
I just... do not like Sally. At all. At absolute best I found her boring. Most of the time I found her annoying and grating. ...and there were times I flat out just ACTIVELY DISLIKED her. Doesn't help that I flat out hate both of the Sally-centric episodes. I've run into a few fics where I.... kinda, almost, like her? But even in those fics I still find her overrated and tend to just skip over her scenes.
Captain Scarlet 1968:
Hmmm... tough one. Gonna go with Green here, with a note that I ACTIVELY LIKE THE CHARACTER. I just found him a bit... hm. ...Not boring, not overused... kinda misused? We never really get to see him interact with anyone outside of White, and he's got a few times where he tries to get sent on field missions, despite NOT being a field agent. I don't think he's ACTUALLY overrated, but he's the closest to overrated that I've got
new Captain Scarlet:
Destiny. She was hyped up to Mars and back and given a LOT of plot and character focus and boy did she end up feeling overrated. (and that's one thing I'm not alone in. nDestiny did NOT hit it off well with the old fanbase or new fanbase. There's a reason she was all but written out of Season 2)
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An Update from Beta
Hey you guys. It’s been a rough few years, but I am back. Thought I’d give you a quick update on where my unfinished Fanfics currently stand.
CLUEDO (Phineas and Ferb) - So this story has pretty much been abandoned. My last update was in 2013 and I don’t think I’ve thought about it since. I doubt I’ll continue it, but who knows?
Firecracker (Phineas and Ferb) - Firecracker is currently on hiatus. I swear I have every intention to complete it. I have the rest of the story planned out. It’s just a matter of me sitting down and writing it. Which shouldn’t be too hard given how short the chapters are.
Cupid Strikes Back (The Electric Company, 2009) - Also on hiatus. The story is divided into three parts (each 10 chapters long) and I have the first two parts planned out. A lot is supposed to happen in this story, so want to keep things as organized as possible. Also, I don’t know how it happened but the story gets weirdly dark in the third part and now I’m trying to balance it out with more cutesy/romantic moments.
As far as upcoming stories go, I have a lot of different ideas but right now I want to focus on what I’ve already posted. I have one Good Luck Charlie fic that’s almost complete but I’ve been contemplating on whether or not I should post it due to the dark subject matter (I wrote the first draft when I was 14 and I was not a happy 14-year-old).
So that’s pretty much it. I doubt anyone is still reading my stories after all this time, but I’m just looking forward to writing again. :)
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I found your fic “of golden connections” and I love it so much, it reminded me of why I used to love reading fanfic when I was younger. Hope you keep writing!
aw thank you! That makes me so happy! I’m glad you like ogc!!! I love writing it :’)
I hope I keep writing, too.
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✒ Secret Love Song JiKook Fanfic - Jimin x Jungkook
Language: English
Summary / Description:
“You know what jungkook… just leave me alone…”
“No hyung… you know that i cant do that specially because~”
“NO!!! I told you i will not… will never be”
“But cant you just accept the truth? I thought you dont like to see me hurt. But your hurting me right now”
“Just leave me alone”
“I cant”
“Well atleast try to act like you dont care for me or even know me”
“That’s bullshit hyung… i cant when were like staying in one house and one room sharing all the things together…”
“Then i will leave this house…. or should i leave Bangtan…”
“Hyung… do you hate me that much?”
“No kookie… you know how i care about you…”
“Then why your doing this to me..”
“Because… i dont want to marry you just because of that fucking arranged marriage…”
“I want to marry you…. when i know you feel the same too… and its hard for me because i know you will never…”
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✒ I.B.H.U Royalties:Home - BTS x OGC
Language: English
Summary / Description:
Sequel to IBHU Royalties
With you I feel Safe and Happy.
Now i Know why…
You’re my HOME..
Call me selfish,
But with you..
I’m HOME.
I’ve tried to move on,
but Every time i see you
All I can say is I want to go back HOME…
3 Years and feel so incomplete..
But When i met all of you
It feels like HOME…
Now your HOME i will not let you go again.
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Send me Asks (:
I’m getting into writing again and would love suggestions for things to write about (:
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↳ Index [Snippet #47 - Quiet]
"When you and Jungkook have to be quiet because you are at his parents' house."
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut
Warnings: toothrotting fluff, so much domestic loveliness, they're so married y'all, they're so annoying <3, sharing of his small childhood bed, a very mild fight about how little space they have (it's more marital bickering), naked cuddling, Koo gets horny from it, switch!Kook, switch!reader, he is so hot besties, like he such a safe Dom omfg, also a total cutie once he gets subby, good girl kink, good boy kink, having to stay quiet, making out, needy touches, nipple & breast sucking, nipple play, finger sucking, gentle choking (m.receiving), Koo has sensitive nipples, hair pulling, oral (f.receiving), pussy fingering, tiny spit kink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he treats her so well after making her cum with his mouth, the smallest strength kink, cowgirl position where he is sitting, loving dirty talk, he cries cause he loves her so much!, he keeps that he loves her as she rides him <3, creampies, some cute lil mess ups during sex <3, sweet aftercare, this is so wholesome and hot and cute, they're in love :(
Wordcount: 9.2k
a/n: this is inspired by anonie's idea 🧡 i'm so fucking obsessed with this couple and most importantly, with this Kook. you guys have no idea how much FUN i always have when i write for them :8 he is such a cutie and i need my future husband to be like him istfg have fun besties ily 🧡
You and Jungkook normally book a hotel room close by when you visit his parents. It is easier and more comfortable that way. However, this time around, the visit was quite spontaneous and your go-to-hotel was fully booked.
“No worries, you can stay with us”, his father assured you on the phone before calling over his wife to talk as well.
“Just tell us what you’ll eat for breakfast and I’ll pop right down to the store to get it”, she instantly said and then proceeded to ask if you and Jungkook were eating enough (you assured her that you were).
And so you agreed. Just a little shy about it, you agreed.
Jungkook’s childhood home was small yet homely. It was located at the border of where country life meets suburban life. A grocery store, drugstore and hardware store were close by, as well as the hotel you always stay at. The roads were well taken care of, but were never busy enough to be of annoyance volume-wise. The neighbours were also very nice and welcoming. The house had a good garden surrounding it and a shed his father uses as his man cave where he always works on his cars and bikes. There was only one floor and Jungkook’s bedroom was closest to the bathroom and office. His parents’ bedroom was on the opposite side of the hallway two doors down.
They welcomed you with loud voices and happy smiles, taking their son into their arms as tightly as they could.
They weren’t good parents when he was young, but you can see that they are really trying these days. You like that. He might not have had parents in his childhood, but at least in his adulthood he can.
They even sat down with him and apologised, which not many parents ever do. You know that it meant the world to Jungkook even if he always pretended that he didn't need his parents. Deep down, everyone needs their parents. So to know that your Jungkookie could hear the apology he needed and witness their growth really means the world to you. He deserves it, your love.
Like always, his mother drags you inside for food after hugging you as well. She chats and babbles excitedly, holding you and Jungkook by your arms. She is walking with a skip in her steps, looking oh so happy to have you with them. His father follows with the suitcases.
You left Bam with your parents for the weekend because the drive would have been too long for him. He will be happy and well taken care of, so you don’t worry too much.
Not that this stops his parents from asking for all the updates and pictures. For the majority of dinner, you have to tell them everything about Bam with pictures included of course. It meant a lot to you because Bam feels like your baby to you.
One thing you really like about his parents (and yours) is how they never pressured you to have children. They asked of course and tried to change your minds a few times, but when they finally realised that you and Jungkook truly don’t want to have children, they accepted it without any sort of retaliation. These days, they treat Bam like their grandson, cooing about your little fur baby as if it was your real son.
The hours after dinner are spent taking walks in the nearby forest and exchanging life stories and laughter. After the walk, Jungkook’s dad kidnaps him to the shed so they could tinker on bikes together, while his mother asks if you wanted to knit. You agreed and so you sat on the back porch in your rocking chairs as you each knitted something for your husbands.
The sun has already set when Jungkook and his dad join you as well.
“What are you making?” Jungkook asks, caressing the crown of your head.
“I don’t know. I tried making a bunny, but it looks like roadkill. It’s supposed to be for you, but it’s ugly. Sorry.”
Jungkook laughs, leaning down to peck your cheek.
“It’s not ugly. It’s unique. Thank you, my love”, he says and looks at his mom, “what are you making, eomma?”
“Just a scarf for appa. He is always cold in winter.”
“I am. It’s because winter is cold.”
She laughs. He grins.
He looks a little like Jungkook when he grins like that. It kind of makes sense that Jungkook is always trying to make you laugh. He must have learned from his father, because that man constantly tries to crack jokes to get his wife to laugh. It works most of the times.
“Oh jagi, you are too silly”, she says and stands up, “is it time for the bath already?”
“It is. Do you want wine?”
“Yes, that would be wonderful.”
They are conversing as they leave for inside. Apparently his parents share baths most nights.
Jungkook sits down on his mother’s rocking chair, running his eyes over the view.
“Did you have a good time with your dad?”
“Yeah. I did.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Did you have a good time with eomma too?”
Jungkook grew up bilingual. So he told you very early in your relationship and that he is fluent in both languages, just as his parents are. When Jungkook is alone with his parents, he speaks Korean with them. When you are with them as well, they switch into your shared language so you wouldn’t feel left out. Small phrases and words still transcend languages however. You think that it is wonderful.
“I did have fun yeah. Except for my roadkill bunny.”
Jungkook laughs, “it doesn’t even look that bad. I don’t know what you’re on about.”
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know, knitting’s hard.”
“Yeah, I never figured it out. Stuff’s too complicated”, Jungkook says and sighs deeply, sinking deeper into the chair, “yeah, that’s the good life. Crickets, a chilly night, the smell of hay and my beautiful wifey by my side.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“Mhm”, he hums, “wanna have a beer?”
“No thank you. I’m not in the mood for alcohol.”
“Okay, yeah I’m not taking one either then.”
“You can if you want to. I’m not stopping you.”
“No, no I’m good. I only would have taken one if you did. But it’s good, I’ve got everything I need right now”, he says and stretches his legs out.
You and Jungkook stay outside until it is time to say goodnight. His parents are in their bedroom watching telly when you and Jungkook officially go back inside.
Jungkook knocks on their doorframe.
They look at him and you standing in the door.
“Yes?”
“We’re gonna go to sleep now. Good night, eomma and appa”, Jungkook says.
“Good night, my son”, his father says.
“Sleep tight, my boy”, his mother says, “and you too, my daughter.”
“Thank you, sleep tight eomma and appa”, you say to which his father tells you to have a good night.
“I’m closing your door already, yeah?” Jungkook says.
“Thank you.”
The door closes with a soft click. Jungkook looks at you and smiles, placing his arm around your waist so he can pull you in for a temple kiss.
“It means a lot that you call them like this.”
“You’re sweet, my love”, you say and lean into him.
“I’m serious. I don’t have a lot of connection to my parents’ heritage, but it’s the little stuff like calling them eomma and appa or sharing traditional food which means a lot to me. I feel really loved by you when you participate as well.”
You smile, stealing a kiss.
“I love you, you know?”
“I love you too”, Jungkook says and kisses your cheek, “also, I’m calling dips on the bathroom. Bye”, he says quickly and runs off.
“Hey, not cool. I wasn’t ready”, you call after him, but he merely snickers and disappears in the bathroom.
You wait in the living room for him to finish, watching some random show on the telly. It’s a stupid show, but still entertaining. You even find yourself snickering at some parts.
“Sweetie, the bathroom’s free now”, Jungkook announces himself once he finished his night routine. He is currently walking to the water dispenser on the kitchen counter for a glass of water.
“Nice. Finally”, you say, turning off the show to hurry to the bathroom as well.
He left the door closed so you would have it toasty. He really loves you, doesn’t he? He hates leaving the door closed because of potential mould, but for you he did. You would marry this man again and again if it was legally possible.
He isn’t in the living room once you finish your night routine and his closed bedroom door lets you know that he is already cozied up there.
After getting yourself a glass of water as well, you go to the bedroom.
You close the door and lock it. Jungkook is looking at you over the brim of his glasses, cocking his brow up in question.
“I feel better like this. At least we have a little bit of privacy this way”, you explain.
He nods in acknowledgement and looks back into his phone.
You love how the bedside lamp illuminates his features. He is such a beautiful person.
“You’re so handsome, my sweetheart”, you tell him, watching in delight as his face lights up.
“Thanks yeah”, he murmurs, wiggling his feet under the blanket.
Now feeling good, you make your way to his childhood bed. This weekend is going to be very interesting. Because it is a bed once meant to house a small preteen Jungkook, it is sized accordingly. It is going to be very interesting to share it now that you were both grown adults. You can already feel all his sleep flinching and your sleep twitches annoying the shit out of the other.
You climb over Jungkook. He lifts his arms and watches you with confusion as you scramble over his lap.
“What are you doing?”
“I want the wall side”, you say and grunt as you try to wiggle yourself into the small gap.
Jungkook scoots over a little. Groggily if one may add that little fact.
“Yeah sure, so you can kick me out of bed in your sleep”, he complains.
“I’m not gonna kick you out. I’m a plank once I sleep, you know that.”
“No you’re not. You twitch and kick your feet.”
“Only sometimes.”
“Still. Hey, stop that. You already have enough space. I only have a third left now. That’s unfair.”
“Lies. We’re equal”, you throw back and flip to your side so you are facing him. Your back is squished against the wall. It feels cold even through your pyjamas. You don’t mind because his room is very hot and his blanket very thick.
“Tch, whatever”, Jungkook murmurs and looks back into his phone. He looks a little annoyed, but won’t act on it.
But because you were feeling like a little shit, you want to annoy him more. You poke your finger into his side.
He writhes away, pressing out a quiet “stop that.”
You do it again.
“Stop”, he whines loudly.
One last time.
Jungkook drops the phone in the blanket and looks at you.
“Stop it”, his voice is raised in pitch, his lips pouty, “it hurts, don’t do that.”
“It hurts, really?” you snicker.
“Yeah, it’s uncomfy”, he mumbles, rubbing the spot you poked.
One more time.
“Stop it”, he grabs your wrist gently, “why are you being so annoying? Stop it.”
You break into giggles, gazing up at him.
“No, don’t laugh. You’re not funny right now.”
“Gosh, I’m sorry. You looked pokeable.”
“I’m gonna poke you if you do it again”, he murmurs and picks up his phone.
You touch his waist.
“___”, he whines, sagging his shoulders in defeat.
“I wasn’t tryna to do something. I just wanted to caress you”, you whine as well and rub his side softly, “like this.”
“Yeah good. Don’t do the other thing again”, he says and relaxes.
You won’t do it again. Being an annoying little shit is only this fun before it turns into being a bad spouse. You don’t want him to lose trust in you or feel uncomfortable. So you keep rubbing his side as he scrolls on his phone. Soon, you also incorporate his stomach, drawing little circles with your palm and fingertips.
“What are you looking at?” you ask him.
Jungkook flips the phone so you could see it.
“Just funny videos. That one’s not funny, but look at that”, he switches to his likes and shows you a video of two cats fighting. There are speech bubbles appearing on screen as if the cats were talking to each other. They contain silly and funny one liners which are exactly Jungkook’s humour.
He is snickering and laughing as he shows you the video, pointing out the funniest parts by going “and now look at this” before following it up with a laugh.
You have to laugh right with him. Soon you find yourself resting your head on his chest with his arm around you and his fingers scratching your scalp mindlessly as you both look into his phone to watch funny videos. He shows you his likes and together you snicker, laugh at silly stuff or gush over talented people.
You share quality time like this until you both are starting to get sleepy.
“I think I’m gonna pass out now”, you tell him, kissing his chest, “sleep tight, baby.”
“I’m gonna pass out too. The drive really fucked with me”, Jungkook says and places his phone and glasses on the bedside table. He turns off the lamp, then rolls to his side so he could spoon you.
You snuggle back into him, intertwining hands with him.
“It was really exhausting”, you agree, “this is nice by the way. Really snuggly.”
“Mhm yeah, so snuggly”, Jungkook agrees.
This is however, when the interesting part starts to happen. The cuddling is so nice and romantic at first. To be so close and cuddle is wonderful, but then your bodies begin heating up to uncomfortable levels and you can’t do your routine of breaking apart for sleep and the cuddling becomes one annoying thing. Bickering begins. You tell him to move back, while he insists that you could scoot closer to the wall. Jungkook is annoyed about his ass feeling the edge of the mattress and you are annoyed about his hot body boiling yours. Your knees are also hurting in the current position and you can’t move them because there is no space.
“I wanna move. Can you scoot back?” you ask him.
“I can’t, my love. I told you already. I’m literally hanging off the edge already”, Jungkook answers you with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Let’s just-”, you wiggle until Jungkook has no choice but to scoot back, “do that. That’s better.”
“No it’s not. I have no space on here”, Jungkook says and scoots closer. His nose is all up in the nape of your neck this way. He is burning you alive. He is so hot, it’s insane.
“God Kook, you’re literally breathing into my fucking spine. Can you not?” you hiss just a little snappishly.
“Excuse me? I need to breathe. You’re all in my face with your stupid pyjama collar. What should I say?” he throws back and flips it with his fingers
“Hey, don’t touch it.”
“Oh my god, I’m not even doing anything”, he says and moves just a little which ends in you accidentally knocking into the wall.
“Kook, stop that.”
“What did I do now?”
“You kicked me into the wall.”
“You wanted the wall side. I’m literally just moving, oh my god, I didn’t kick you.”
“Yeah you did. You went like this.”
“Hey, don’t kick me”, he says and pokes your side.
“Hey! Stop that”, you flip onto your side instantly, facing him this way.
Your breaths intermingle. Your noses brush against the other, ripping both of you back to reality enough that you just kind of freeze. The silence exists while you and Jungkook stare at where the other is hidden in darkness.
Suddenly you feel his sigh on your face.
“What are we doing? Why are we fighting?” he asks in a soft spoken voice.
“I don’t know”, you speak softly as well, “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. Let’s not fight anymore.”
“Yeah, let’s not fight”, you say and touch his chest, “sorry again.”
“Sorry too.”
“I think I’m so irritated because it’s so hot, I’m literally dying.”
“Same. Fuck, the blanket’s grilling me and my clothes are the devil”, he says and sits up to undress.
“Are you getting naked?”
“Yeah, I can’t do clothes. Seriously.”
“Actually, that’s a good idea. I’m stealing it”, you say and sit up to get naked as well.
You and he throw your clothes onto the floor, getting under the blanket again once naked.
“I’m keeping my ass out tough”, Jungkook says
“Really? Aren’t you scared that something’s gonna poke your hole?”
“Why would something poke my hole randomly?” he is snickering.
“I don’t know. You never know, sleep paralysis demons maybe.”
“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.”
You slap his chest softly.
“That’s not funny.”
“Why not?” he is snickering.
“Cause I don’t want you fucking demons.”
“Not even if you could watch? Imagine waking up to me getting railed by a sexy, hot demon.”
“You’re not funny”, you murmur and huff out air.
“Are you jealous?”
“Yes.”
“Aww sweetie, don’t be. It’s just my sleep paralysis demon.”
“God, I regret this stupid joke. Whatever, good night I guess”, you say and turn your back to him.
Jungkook touches your waist instantly, whispering your name.
“What?”
“Don’t be jealous. You’re the only one I want poking my hole.”
You snort. He chuckles.
“Yeah good, whatever I guess.”
Jungkook trails soft kisses up your spine until he can kiss your shoulder. His arm is over your waist again.
“You know that you’re the only one, don’t you?” he whispers.
“Yeah, I do. Still, thank you for saying that”, you say.
Now reassured that you aren’t feeling insecure anymore, Jungkook relaxes into the pillow. His chest is pressed into your back, your butt is snug with his crotch.
“Can you feel my dick like this?”
“I can yeah.”
“Okay, good to know.”
You chuckle, “you’re a goof.”
Silence overcomes you and him afterwards. Sharing the small bed doesn’t feel awful anymore. Truly, getting naked took a lot of that heat away. Quite frankly, now you are glad that he is keeping you warm because the room finally feels chilly.
You could fall asleep like this and you probably would have if Jungkook hadn’t called your attention again.
“___?”
“Mhm?”
“Are you still awake?”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s only been a few.”
“Right yeah. Hey uhm”, he dances his hand over your waist and hip. You know exactly what this touch means, “I’m a little horny.”
“I know, your touch says enough.”
He kneads your thigh.
“Yeah well, you’re naked and soft, so yeah.”
“And we’re in the smallest bed ever.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“Quiet too?”
Jungkook doesn’t have an answer instantly and so you flip to your other side so you were facing him. You run your fingers up and down his pecs, drawing circles around his pierced nipples.
He shivers and shudders like crazy, sighing the softest moan.
“Mhm? Are you gonna manage to be quiet?” you stress.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“Because I know you. You’re a whiny baby when my wet, soft pussy fucks your cock just right.”
“___, jesus fuck”, he gets out and squirms, pressing his legs together, “don’t say that, I’m gonna leak on the sheets.”
You chuckle, “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re not gonna be able to be quiet. Sorry Kookie, but because of this I can’t give you what you want.”
You flip to your other side, grinning to yourself when Jungkook grabs your hip desperately.
“___ baby…please”, he begs in a breathy voice and his thumb drawing swirls on your skin.
If you were being honest, you had been feeling a little horny yourself before Jungkook confessed. You are very down to mingle, but getting him to beg some more is way too much fun not to do it. He is so delicious when he is desperate.
“Sorry, the risk is too high.”
Jungkook lets out a dramatic little sob, following it up with a whiney “pleaseee” and his cheek rubbing against your shoulder. He is such a cutie.
“You can’t sway me. My decision is final”, you coo, grinning to yourself.
“Please, baby. I’ll be so, so quiet”, he pleads and begins kissing your neck.
It tingles, sending electricity to your core. You press into him, parting your lips in a silent gasp.
“Please baby, please I’ll be quiet”, Jungkook begs between kisses, upping the game by cradling your right breast in his strong hand. He kneads and massages it gently, rubbing his thumb over your nipple every chance he gets.
“Behave, Kook”, you sigh.
Jungkook purrs quietly, flicking his tongue over the piercings on your ear. He makes sure that it brushes your skin as well so you could feel the tongue he could put to good use.
“Please? I’ve been such a good boy today.”
A fond smile curls your lips.
“Have you?”
“Yeah, so good. Such a good boy. I filled up the gas for you when you went to pee, remember?”
“Mhm, I do remember.”
“And I let you squeeze my butt at the red light.”
“You did let me, yeah.”
“I was a good boy, please”, he begs and gives your nipple an especially good massage, “please can I have a reward, please?”
“Fine, fuck you’re too good”, you give up because you can’t deny him when he is hitting you with The Good Boy. He is too powerful and the goodest boy. You couldn’t possibly deny him.
“Thank you, god I’m gonna fuck you so good”, Jungkook says and rolls you to your back as best as the small bed allows.
His tits are pressing into your arm like this. Fuck, they are so huge. All this working out he is doing really pays off because his tits are gorgeous.
Jungkook pecks your lips before paying attention to your jawline instead. He runs his tattooed hand all over your torso and legs, reminding your skin why his touch will always be the best.
You enjoy the attention with closed eyes and your fingers feeling up his tits as best as possible. So squishy and soft when relaxed, but so hard and strong when flexed. Fuck, he could smother you with them and you would thank him.
“You really want this, don’t you? I’m not forcing you?” he makes sure in a whisper and his gentle fingers caressing your waist.
“Yes Kook, I want this. Just wanted to make you work for it.”
“Wah baby, so mean” he gasps.
You snicker.
“No, don’t laugh. Do you have any idea how awful blue balls are? I was fighting for my life and you were just being a tease? Wah so mean.”
You giggle, hooking your fingers behind his neck.
“I wasn’t being mean.”
“Yeah, you were. God, come here you”, he says and begins nibbling on your jawline, “I’ll eat you up, you tease.”
You laugh and squeak, scrunching your face in happiness. It tickles, but in a good way. A tingly way.
Jungkook hums, smiling against your skin. He loves hearing you laugh.
“Such a tease. My baby’s such a fucking tease”, he purrs, moving his lips to the most sensitive part of your neck while his tattooed, strong hand feels up your waist and hips.
You sigh, melting in his hands. You are still hot, but it feels nice. He is getting you all heated up and bothered. You love being like this because of him, breathing heavier because it is so exciting.
“Mhm? You’re a fucking tease. Making me beg and driving me crazy that way. Fuck”, he moans softly, squeezing your thigh. He slides his hand to your inner thigh afterwards, sending electricity through your veins.
You open your legs further, feeling heat pool where you need him most.
“I’m gonna eat you up”, he rasps and takes your earlobe between his teeth to tug on it gently.
“Kook, fuck”, you get out breathily, arching your back.
“And out”, he whispers, “get it? Gonna eat you up and out.”
“That’s not funny”, you whine, but laugh.
“Yeah it is, you’re laughing”, he snickers.
“Cause you’re silly, you goof.”
He smiles and kisses your cheek, pressing himself closer until his semi hard cock rubs against the side of your leg. He humps it slowly, feeling up your inner thighs with more vigor.
“I need you so bad, babygirl. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Take me. Please”, you beg in a sigh, feeling excitement leak out of you. You are aching. You need him to act soon or else you are going to be the one not staying quiet.
Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers a needy curse, before finally breaking away from you to disappear under the blanket.
You feel him grab your hips and fix your position, opening your legs willingly. His head is hidden under the blanket, his strong hands hold your hips. His lips kiss down your inner thighs.
“My babygirl, my fucking queen, my everything”, he whispers and finally, fucking finally, you feel his wet, hot tongue against your pussy.
“Kook”, you get out at a normal volume before you remember where you are, “shit, sorry.”
“Ssh quiet, baby”, he is teasing, smiling against you, “you gotta be quiet.”
“Fuck…” you croak and throw your arm over your eyes, “ah, fuck. God, Kook.”
Jungkook chuckles, burying his mouth back in your pussy again to lap up the sweetness you offer him gladly. He purrs and hums, making it even harder for you to stay quiet.
But this is his plan. You want to tease him for being loud? You dare to call him a whiny baby? He is going to show you how easily he can make you struggle with your volume. The only whiney baby is going to be you and he is going to fucking make you shake on his tongue.
“You’ve got the best pussy”, he says and slurps deliciously, “the fucking best. You’re so sweet, so fucking sweet”, he adds between his hungry slurping. He rests two of his fingers against your pussy, wetting them with eager licks as he worships your clit. Once his digits are wet and slickened, he pushes them inside, forcing shakes through your legs.
“Hmhmn”, you let out, trying so so hard to keep your mouth shut. It’s difficult. His fingers are your ruin.
He has the longest fingers ever. You always forget how long they are until you have them inside you to his knuckles with your body feeling as if it is being consumed by electric flames.
“Kook”, you croak, arching your back as your fingers close around a bundle of his hair.
Jungkook purrs against you, flicking his tongue over your clit messily while his long digits fuck your puffy hole. Your walls are throbbing around him, your g-spot is swelling more and more. Jungkook fucks it out of hiding with how good he fingers your pretty pussy. Good. That’s what he wants. He needs you blissed out.
“Like it? You’re shaking”, he lulls against your clit, licking her eagerly afterwards.
“Like it”, you mewl, wiggling on the sheets before deciding to arch your back again.
“Mhhhm baby”, he lets you really feel his purr, taking your clit between his lips to give her a good, long suck. And as he sucks on your bundle of nerves, he drags his slickened tongue over it in languid, long strokes. He is making the slowest love to your clit, while his long fingers fuck your pussy as if anger motivated them.
The contrast is sending you into a frenzy. Out of all the places he could pick to give you the hottest head ever, he chooses his childhood bed. Where you can’t be loud, where you can’t chant his name and where the biggest torture is how you have to hold back. He is driving you fucking mad.
You mewl and keen, sounding so obviously pained by how quiet you have to be.
Jungkook breaks away from your clit with a nasty slurp, reappearing from the blanket as he sits up just a little. He has a plan and he needs to sit for it. He turns his hand palm-way up and begins drilling his digits into you quickly, keeping his fingers curled so they would stroke your sensitive spot every single fucking pump.
“Koo-” you throw your hand over your mouth, whimpering into it loudly as your legs shake out of control.
Your pussy sounds so wet. The fuck is so rough in the best way.
“That’s good, isn’t it?” he taunts, staring into the darkness with blown out pupils. He can feel you shake and squirm. He just knows you are covering your own mouth.
“Mhh mhmh ngmh.”
“Yeah it’s good. Keep staying quiet, baby”, he teases and spits on your pussy. He slips his other hand to it so he could rub your clit with his spit as sinful lube. Quick and skilled. The shakes course through your entire body, he has you fucking burning up.
“Mhm! Ahmgm!” you scream with a closed mouth, arching off the mattress so aggressively his entire bed croaks in protest.
You drop in embarrassment, dragging your hand from your mouth.
“Please stop”, you beg squeakily, grasping his wrist to try and stop him. You can’t, destined to tremble uncontrollably as he ruins you with just his fingers.
“Hurts?”
“No, too hard…stay…quiet pl-please.”
“Who’s the whiny baby now, mhm?”
Your mind scrambles, your legs shake. Fuck, you’re leaking like a fucking faucet on his fingers. He is so mean. It’s getting you off so well.
“You’re so mean”, you mewl and throw your hand over your mouth again to muffle your needy moans.
“The fucking meanest”, Jungkook hisses and lowers his head to your pussy to lick your clit as quickly as his skilled tongue can go. He keeps you spread apart with his fingers so he can reach the best parts. All while he still drills your pussy as if she had a debt to pay.
You grab his hair and twist. Jungkook growls from the tug, furrowing his brows.
“Koo-” is all you get out and then you have to press your hand to your mouth. No more arm over your eyes, you need to silence yourself because Jungkook is making you climax as if you never climaxed before and you could fucking scream.
Jungkook moans into your pussy, keeping his fingers deep inside and moving as you cum all over his pretty face. He had a feeling that your hair grab meant he is making you lose control. Now that it’s his sweet reality, he is hellbent on making it the best fucking experience of your life. That most difficult one as well because he knows for a fact that you want to scream his name, but can’t.
He is so painfully hard because of it. His pretty, perfect wife mewling so painfully tortured just because she can’t scream his name. Jungkook wants to change your life with this orgasm. Holy fuck, he is so into you.
“Stop please”, you soon beg, tugging at his hair in a way that lets him know you’ve had enough.
Jungkook breaks away from your well fucked pussy, kissing his way up your torso. He makes sure to worship every inch of it, using his hands to give you soothing touches. That he spreads your mess this way, neither of you care about.
He finds his home between your legs naturally. The leaky tip of his hard cock rubs over your pussy and lower tummy, but isn’t of importance for now.
Jungkook lingers on your chest a little longer, massaging and kissing your breasts with soft moans at the back of his throat. He sucks and licks your nipples, while between your legs his cock is twitching oh so needily against your tummy.
Jungkook only moves on to worshiping your neck once your nipples are pulsating in sensitivity.
“My good girl”, he whispers, following it up with kisses on each side of your neck. Even your throat he worships, going especially gentle because he knows it’s a vulnerable spot for you.
“Koo”, you sigh, following it up with an exhausted huff of air.
He kisses his way up to your face, adoring every inch of it while his fingers run along your hairline and ears.
“My good, pretty girl”, he whispers sweetly, “how was that, babygirl?”
“Good”, you lull, melting in his safe hands.
“That’s good to hear”, he kisses your heated cheek.
“You were mean.”
He smiles against you, “I was?”
You nod your head, “I wanted to be quiet but you acted like that.”
Jungkook chuckles and kisses your lips mid-smile. He tugs on your lower lip gently, still smiling like a lovedrunk puppy.
“I didn’t even do anything.”
“Yeah, you did. You acted like that on purpose.”
“Mhm”, another slow, obsessed kiss followed with a suck on your lower lip, “had a point to prove.”
“Koo, you’re mean.”
“Mhm yeah”, he agrees and tongue kisses you slowly as his fingers caress your temples. He breaks the kiss with his tongue tracing your lips, “I love your pussy so much. You got me obsessed, babygirl.”
“Mhm Koo…” you mewl and squirm under him happily.
“Fuck.”
Jungkook’s whispered curse swirls against your lips. You know its origin without needing to ask. His cock is so hard, rubbing against your stomach and your squirming made him aware of how unfucked he still is.
“Do you want me to return the favour?”
His cock twitches, his fingers close a little around your face.
“You wanna suck my cock?” his voice trembled as he asked, his lips nib on yours hungrily afterwards.
“Suck your cock, lick your balls, eat your ass. You name it.”
He smiles against your lips, letting out a raspy chuckle.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me with your words one day. Fuck”, he bites your lower lip gently, “I’m fucking crazy for you. Can I just stick it in? Please?”
“Yeah, stick it in.”
“I love you, thank you”, he says and reaches over to turn on the light.
You groan in the sudden brightness, squinting your eyes at him. His face is flushed, his pupils dilated, his dark hair messy. You feel yourself falling for him again and again.
“Is that okay for you? Wanna see my beautiful woman when I fuck her.”
“Aww Kook, you’re so sweet. Course it’s okay. Com’ere you.”
“Okay wait, gotta go slow. The space is small”, Jungkook says and begins his grande adventure of fixing himself atop of you.
He manages after a few bumps against the wall with his elbows.
“Okay, okay I got it. Got it”, he says and places his hands on the pillow above your head.
He meets your eyes and grins. You retort it.
“Ready?”
You nod your head, running your hands down his torso so you could push his cock inside.
“Want you like crazy, babyboy”, you rasp.
“Babyboy?” he is stifling a laugh, tingling like crazy because you are dragging his tip through your wet folds. It feels crazy good.
“Mh-hm, babyboy. Fits you ‘cause you’re cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Right. You’re so cool”, you are teasing him, stealing him of his whiney complaint by sinking his cock into you.
“Holy fuck, ___”, he drops his face into the crook of your neck and groans. Thankfully his lips are pressed to your skin because otherwise his noise would have echoed through the entire house.
You grab his buttocks, moving his hips this way.
“Fuck, baby”, he moans, slamming his hand onto the headboard just to drag it down in desperation. Another loud groan tickles your neck, his fingers close around the crown of your head. His arms tense.
“Quiet baby, you’re being too loud”, you coo.
“Quiet, yeah, quiet. Ah fuck, gotta be quiet urgh mhhmhm.”
“That’s it. Gotta be quiet”, you sigh and do the unthinkable crime of sliding your fingers between his buttocks just to rub his hole.
“Fu-”, Jungkook stops himself, sucking on your neck instead. He whimpers cutely as he does it, gripping the edge of the pillow.
“See? Told you, someone gonna poke your hole tonight “
“Fuck, shut up just- why are you so calm? A-ah you have me ahm, ah, fucking ah oh god, can’t talk. Oh god”, he stutters and retorts to whimpering softly and panting for air.
“You’re cute”, you snicker and sigh just for his hearing pleasure, “such a good boy too. Such a good boy”
“Fuck, baby…”
He begins chasing you, speeding up because you’ve got him desperate. He thrusts into you harshly.
Bang!
“Ah, ouchies my head.”
You open your eyes.
“What happened?” you gasp, sliding your hands to his hips.
“I banged my head on this stupid headboard”, he sits back on his heels and hits the headboard softly. He pouts, rubbing his aching head. He slipped out like this, but neither of you mind as his aching head is more important right now.
“Oh god, are you okay?” you laugh, sitting up to cup his head and rub the spot he hit.
“No, I’m not. Hurts”, he mumbles, “stupid shit, ruined the entire flow. I was picking up such a good rhythm too. Stupid.”
“God, come here you”, you say and tilt his head so you could press a kiss to the sore spot, “did that help?”
“Yeah, thanks”, he says with a little pout still present.
You trace it with your thumb, gazing at him.
“I’ve got an idea. Switch with me real quick.”
“Okay?”
“Trust me.”
“I am. Okay fine, teamwork come on.”
You and he make it work. How it happened is a mystery of the universe, but you managed.
“And now?” he asks, sitting where you once sat.
“Now, lean back and relax”, you say and push at his strong chest until his back collides with the headboard.
You climb his lap and sink down on him.
“Baby, oh god”, he croaks, looking up at you with droopy eyes. He places his hands on your hips, giving them a needy squeeze.
“There we go. Right where you’re supposed to be.”
You begin moving instantly, bouncing up and down on his cock with a swirl in your hips. Jungkook parts his lips in a silent moan, arching his back. You know that if you were in the privacy of your own home, he would be noisy as fuck right now. But the only thing noisy is your wet pussy getting stuffed with his perfect cock and his childhood bed croaking from the movement.
“How’s that baby?” you ask him, feeling out of breath because it feels so good to ride him. His groin keeps grinding against your clit, his cock hits all the best spots.
“Fucking heaven…ah, god ah, baby don’t stop”, he sighs, parting his lips to let small moans escape.
“It’s safer too. Can’t have my man bang his head again”, you say as you ruffle his hair with both hands.
He grins goofily, letting his head sort of droop as you completely turn him into puddy under you.
You giggle and cradle his head against your chest, closing your eyes. He hugs you back, throbbing deep inside you.
“You feel so good, oh god”, Jungkook moans into you, grasping you tightly.
“You too, my love…so good…you’ve got the best cock. Fucking love it so much.”
“Holy shit, please don’t stop. It’s so intense, ah god.”
“So good, baby. So good.”
“I love you so much, oh god. Love you, lo-love you s-so much.”
“I love you too, Kookie.”
“I love you, ah ___, I love…love you.”
“I love you too, baby. So much.”
Jungkook is a romantic. It has always been that way and will always stay this way. He is a total, soft and proud romantic. You notice it in day to day life in the little things he does or says. And then, when the sex hits the right spot on his heart, it practically bursts out of him. It isn’t rare that your husband ends up chanting the breathiest, neediest confessions of love when you and he are connecting. Tonight seems to hit the right spot for him. He just can’t stop saying it. It spills out of him with each movement, filling your heart with so much love for him.
You hug him closer, slowing down your bounces until you are only rocking back and forth on him.
Jungkook whimpers into your chest, lifting his head just so he can nuzzle into your neck.
“I love you so much”, he breathes out, shuddering uncontrollably.
“I love you too, baby.”
“Oh god, this feels so good.”
“Yeah, feels amazing”, you sigh, playing with his soft hair.
You understand why it is getting to him. You are so close. Your chests are melted together, you can feel the other’s racing pulse, your skins share one warmth and your noses are filled with the other’s scent. You are so close and connected, feeling even more intertwined through the deep, slow movements of your hips.
Jungkook slides his hands under your buttocks and lifts you just enough that he can sit cross legged and deepen the connection even further. He hits his knee on the wall as he tries to change it, mumbling a low “ouch” into your shoulder.
“Did you just hit your knee?”
“Yeah, there’s no space. Just ignore it, it’s fine”, he jokes, making you snicker just as he makes you moan because he sinks you back onto his cock.
“Fuck, Kook.”
“Good?”
“We’re so close, it’s insane”, you croak and press him closer, rocking your hips back and forth needily. He is grinding against your clit, it feels so good. No words can describe how good he feels.
“I know. I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Jungkook cradles you in his strong arms and sobs softly against your neck.
“I love you…”
“I love you too…”
From what you have learned, Jungkook needs you to say it back every time when he is in that headspace. No matter how often, how many variations, how loud or quiet, you need to say it back otherwise he gets so, so sad. The three most wonderful words are so, so much more important to him when he is in this headspace and they are also, quite frankly, the hottest dirty talk you could give him. No other words, no matter how nasty and dirty, could get his cock as hard and leaky as your confession of love could get him in those moments.
And oh how hard and leaky he is. How he is throbbing and twitching and filling you up. How his legs are shaking under you.
You lift your head from his neck to breathe, using the moment to litter his shoulder with kisses. He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. He is yours, every inch of him, every birthmark and scar, every single inch of him is yours. Yours to love, to cherish, treat well and kiss. You could honestly eat him up.
Now aware of your changed position, Jungkook lifts his head as well, meeting your eyes. He is making the biggest, sparkliest doe eyes at you, looking so so in love.
“I love you”, he whispers shakily.
“I love you too”, you whisper back, cradling his cheeks, “mine, you’re all mine.”
“Yours, so yours” he agrees as the galaxies in his big brown eyes practically turn into countless little hearts.
“Mhm, yeah. Mine”, you sigh, swiping your palm down his cheek until you have his throat under it. You close your fingers around his neck without applying pressure. Your other hand still cradles his cheek.
Jungkook moans.
“Quiet, baby.”
“Sorry, oh god it’s so hard”, he whispers and parts his lips to gasp repeatedly.
“Mhhm Kook”, you purr, “mine. I love you so much, sweetheart”, you lull and apply just a little pressure. Not enough to make him dizzy, just enough to let him know you’ve got him.
Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, grasping your waist desperately. His cock twitches deep inside you, his thighs tense under you. You are seriously ruining him. You are.
“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, tracing his pierced lip. Not for long because then you already have Jungkook opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue.
You drag your fingers up his soft muscle, feeling tingles deep inside you. This is so hot.
Jungkook sighs and closes his mouth around your digits, sucking on them with pouty lips and big doe eyes. You can feel how his neck tenses from the movement and how much faster his pulse becomes.
“You’re so hot, holy fuck”, you croak, lifting yourself off his cock so you could command him to stretch out his legs.
He follows, getting rewarded with your pussy and your eager hips dancing on his needy cock. You are on your knees for it, using the bounce of his mattress to your advantage to ride him as if it is the last time you ever will. He moans around your fingers, furrowing his brows in utter bliss.
“Quiet baby, be quiet”, you gasp out, feeling breathless from pleasure. His throat under your hand, his mouth on your fingers and his cock deep inside while his strong hands knead your waist and hips. Yeah, it can’t get any better than that. You are fucking obsessed.
Jungkook mewls and keens. You slip your fingers out, resulting in his spit to cover his chin.
“Quiet, come on.”
“It’s, it’s so ah ha-hard. A-ah.”
“Quiet, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy’, you order, slamming your hips down on him repeatedly. And to make matters worse, you put your slickened, greedy fingers on his left nipple to massage it eagerly. You abandon his neck to lick your other hand and use it to massage his right nipple as well. You twist and pinch, tug and rub, play with his piercings and trace his very tip. You know exactly what drives your husband crazy and you are hellbent on showing him all your tricks.
“Stop please”, Jungkook begs, arching his back, “stop please stop”, he pleads.
“Hurts?”
He shakes his head, “too hard, please.”
“You can do it, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy.”
“Ah god, ah, aaah” Jungkook mewls and throws his head back, grasping your waist with such desperation he brings it in just a little. He is kicking the sheets as best as possible, curling his tongue in his agape mouth.
That’s where you want him. That’s his best look. You take his swollen nipples between your fingers and rub them in sideways motions.
His abs tense, his huge pecs throb and tighten, his arms bulge as well. You are hitting the right fucking spots and his body reacts in the sexiest of ways.
“Ahng”, Jungkook silences himself by throwing his hand over his own mouth. He scrunches his face, whimpering behind his hand.
“Holy fuck, this is so hot. That’s it, keep quiet. Good boy. Fuck, I love you.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes back and squeezes them shut. He sobs your name. You can feel it before you see it on his face. This was too much for him. You are making him climax. Deep, deep inside you and with days worth of hot, creamy cum he is shooting into you, bruising your waist in the process and biting down on his own palm just to stop himself from screaming your name. Tears run down his cheeks, he is arching his back even more. Yeah, you’ve really got him good.
You help him ride it out with a fluttering heart, giving him the best kind of afterglow by cupping his face and pulling it in for kisses all while your hips rock back and forth on his still hard cock.
Jungkook drops into your hands, feeling so far away and yet so, so close to you. His cock is sensitive, but it doesn’t hurt. It is just warm, wet and safe. He is so safe when he is inside you. Your pussy feels so good. Every ridge, hill, crevice and inch. Only you feel this good. Only you. And only you can make him feel this way.
“I love you”, Jungkook gets out shakily, dripping tears from the tip of his perfect nose. You tilt his head up and kiss the tears away.
“I love you too, Kookie. How is my hubby love doing? Comfy?”
“Yes comfy”, his voice is just a little higher in pitch, “feels so good.”
“Yeah, feels amazing. You did such a good job filling me up like this. Making me yours and all. I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, oh god”, Jungkook opens his eyes, sniffling with shaking shoulders.
“Good?”
He nods his head vigorously, cradling your cheeks.
“I just love you so much”, he squeaks and rolls his hips up slowly, meeting your movements as best as possible.
“Yes love you too”, you sigh, “oh”, your eyes go just a little out of focus, “oh Kook, there.”
“There? Do you like this?” he asks repeating his movements all the way down to flow, speed and angle.
“Yes, so much. Ah Kookie, you…ah feel…holy fuck, so good. Ah.”
“Quiet, baby”, he whispers, making you chuckle breathlessly.
“Yeah, fuck I get you now. Fuck mhm.”
“It’s hard, isn’t it?”
You nod your head, giving his cheeks a squeeze.
“Shit baby. Kookie, I’m close.”
His pupils dilate even more. His breathing speeds up.
“You are?”
“You feel so good”, you sigh and whimper softly, fluttering your lashes, “is hard.”
“Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve got you.”
“No, is hard to, to keep looking at you. Want to look at you as I…ah…I, I cum.”
“Baby…” Jungkook gets out and squeezes your cheeks, “fuck. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love…you…too...Kookie ah please.”
“Let go, baby. Let go. I’ve got you, baby.”
“Koo, ah”, you squeak out, falling into him as your high overtakes you.
You shake and convulse, using his shoulder to muffle your sounds as Jungkook soothes you. He is cradling your head, rubbing your back as he shushes you and whispers the sweetest love to you.
“That’s my girl. I love you cumming on my cock. That’s it. You’re doing so well. I’ve got you, babygirl. You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl, god you’re my good girl.”
Honestly, you blame him for making this orgasm as hard and intense as it is, because goddamn does it feel good to be talked through this way. Fuck, you’re climaxing just from his words. Honestly.
Jungkook makes sure to give you the best afterglow as well by squeezing your hips tighter to his body and giving your sensitive clit warm pressure. You love warm pressure after a high. The comedown is so intense but healing. And as you shudder in his arms, he is tracing your spine slowly, enjoying the moments of silence with closed eyes. You have your eyes closed as well, finding solace in his heartbeat against your chest. It is synced with yours, slowing down gradually.
You are the one to break the silence.
“So uhm, that was intense.”
“Yeah”, he sighs and sighs again, “thank you, I needed this so bad.”
“Me too, baby. Who would have thought that your tiny bed is that good to fuck in.”
Jungkook chuckles, “yeah. The creaking was a little annoying though.”
“I kinda feel like your parents must have heard something.”
“Please don’t say that, I’ll cringe to death.”
You laugh, lifting your head from his shoulder. You press a loving kiss to his lips then wipe his tear-stained cheeks.
“I genuinely tried to be quiet.”
“Me too. You didn’t make it easier. I think I nutted with my nipples, no joke.”
“I can imagine”, you snort and shimmy on his lap, “I’m starting to leak.”
“Sexy.”
“Not sexy. Wet and gooey.”
“Don’t call it that”, he laughs as he helps you slip off his cock. You leak onto his thighs, hissing in distaste.
“God, such a mess. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, let it happen.”
“Don’t wanna let it happen. It’s so messy and wet.”
“Wait, let me”, Jungkook says and reaches for his bedside table. He takes a handful of tissues, “here you go”, he says and hands them to you.
“Thanks.”
You press them to your pussy, climbing off his lap awkwardly.
“Please ignore the noises, air sometimes has its own mind”, you mumble.
“It’s okay, let it happen baby. You know how I sometimes sound after anal.”
You and he snicker in comradery. Yep, being married and comfortable is definitely amazing. Not even the most embarrassing sex noises are embarrassing when you’re together.
“You know, creampies are awesome in the moment, but afterwards? A cramp in the anus”, you say, wiping at your pussy with new tissues.
Jungkook laughs, “at least you’ve got tissues. Remember that one time we fucked in a motel only to realise we didn’t have tissues?”
You are putting on your pyjama just in case you meet his parents outside. If you were alone, you wouldn’t bother.
“And I had to use my hand to catch it? Yes baby, you laughed at me. How could I forget?”
“I only laughed because you were cute as you waddled to the bathroom.”
“Yeah sure”, you say and lean down to peck his cheek, “brb, gonna go piss real quick.”
“Mhm’kay”, Jungkook says with a goofy smile on his lips.
He is still grinning goofily when you come back, resting on his side with his eyes to the door. He is still naked, opening the blanket for you.
“Did you steal the wall side?” you ask him as you get naked again.
“I did.”
“Not cool. I claimed it.”
“And I reclaimed it.”
You roll your eyes fondly, climbing under the blanket. Jungkook wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him instantly. He drapes his leg over your hips, smooching your cheek before nuzzling into your neck.
“You feel cold”, he whispers
“The pee cooled me down.”
“Mhm, is nice”, he kisses your skin, “sleep tight, my sweetie.”
“You too, my love”, you say and turn off the light.
He wiggles and makes a small sound of contentment. He shifts his head a little.
“Psst, sweetie?”
“Yes, sweetie?” you giggle because he is a goof.
“How was it for you?”
“Amazing. I loved it.”
“Me too. Was so good”, he breathes and sighs, growing softer, “I really love you. I do. Yeah, you my baby and boo.”
“That rhymed.”
“Mhm, yeah…” he sighs and exhales deeply. He fell asleep. Of course he did.
You melt into him and drift off in his arms. Maybe sharing a small bed isn’t as terrible as you first thought it would be.
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↳ Index [Snippet #46 - Affection]
"When Jungkook wants some affection."
Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, a hint of suggestive themes
Warnings: they're in love, snuggles & cuddles in bed, kisses, they also talk about alien dick at one point lmaaoaao, and how Kook would use it on her hahha listen they're both nerds <3, Kookie wants to be praised and kissed!!!, they are the one true couple <3
Wordcount: 2.1k
a/n: they're so important to me :( i love them so fucking much istfg :(
You and Jungkook have a to-do list on your fridge. On there, you write all the things needing to be done this day, which aren’t part of the usual schedule. During the colder months, the list could include things like “make the greenhouse storm proof” while in the warmer months, things like “mow the lawn” finds its way onto the list. You even have the list separated in two sections. One for you and one for Jungkook. Because you hate doing some tasks, while Jungkook loves them and instead he hates other tasks you love. So some tasks will always find their way onto Jungkook’s side while others will be cozy on your side. The list works wonderfully and saved yourselves from many sleepless nights when the sudden realization set in that “oh shoot, you had to do something today but forgot”. It is also a perfect tool to prevent useless bickering about “who does it”, because once it’s on the determined side, it is clear to both who will be responsible for it.
The day is almost over and you are on your way to the shower when you decide to check the list just one last time. Just in case. Your brain has been awfully scattered throughout the day because of a bad night's sleep, so just to be sure, you want to make sure that the list has actually been worked through.
You and Jungkook have a pen each to write your lists. Jungkook’s side is written in black ink and his handwriting, while your side is written in blue ink and your handwriting. He had swipe the driveway, clean the bike gear closet on his side today. Both tasks are crossed off. You had water the upstairs plants and wash the upstairs curtains, kiss husband and tell him you are proud of him on your list. Both tasks are crossed off. Your eyes do a double take.
“Kiss husband and tell him you are proud of him?” you read out loud. You didn’t write that. Your eyes flit down to yet another task you didn’t fulfill, “Pin husband by the wrists and tell him he is yours? I’m sorry? I didn’t write any of this.”
Wait a minute. This is written in black ink. And it is Jungkook’s handwriting.
“Oh my god, Kook”, you gasp, having to laugh, “you genius doofus.”
This is such a Jungkook thing to do. It is silly, clever and exactly the kind of flirting that gets your heart racing. You married such a goofy sweetheart.
You abandon the list so you can take the quickest shower in wife history. You have tasks to fulfill, husbands to kiss. You slip into a cute two piece pyjama set once clean and hurry to his room.
The door is closed and so you knock.
“Come in”, he answers after the third knock.
You slide into the room, closing the door behind you. In typical Jungkook fashion, he has the big lights off and only his colourful LEDs on. The room is hued into a mixture of red and pink.
Your husband is sitting by his computer with his knees pulled to his chest. He is dressed in loose boxers and a white oversized shirt. His short hair is silky and on top of his nose, a pair of black framed glasses is perched. He started wearing prescription glasses. Well, in yet another typical Jungkook fashion, he only wears them occasionally because he either forgets or can’t be bothered. Whenever he does wear them however, he looks so handsome in them that it gets hard to function.
“Hey sweetie”, he greets you, studying you from head to toe, “this is such a cute set. It fits you so well.”
“Thank you. It’s satin. Touch it”, you hurry to him.
Jungkook touches your upper waist, sliding his hand down to your hip softly. His eyes follow his touch.
“Wow, so soft and silky.”
“Right? It’s so comfy. And? Check this out”, you say and grab the pants at the crotch part to drag it into his vision. You have to do a little bend for it.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, having to chuckle at your silly antics.
“No middle seam”, you say, fixing your pants again, “which means no pussy and ass crack discomfort.”
“Ah that’s what you tried to show me. It looks so comfy. Yay to no crack discomfort.”
“I know. I’m so happy”, you say and turn to look at his screen.
He has a character creation window open. It seems like a sci-fi shooter game.
“Am I disturbing you?”
“No, it’s okay. I’m creating a character for the next round. I wanna be an alien this time.”
“I see. That seems cool”, you say and suddenly you feel so guilty for coming here. This is Jungkook’s recharge time, you shouldn’t ruin this for him. Maybe you can fulfill your tasks later. Once he’s in bed with you.
“What brings you here, sweetie? Fashion show or something else?” Jungkook asks, caressing your lower back as he talks.
“Yeah, no. Fashion show”, you turn to him, giving him a little sway of your shoulders, “I wanted to show you my new set.”
“I love it. You are beautiful in it”, he praises and smiles.
“Thankies”, you murmur shyly and wiggle your shoulders, “do you want any snacks? I’m making tea so I can drink some as I read in bed.”
“No, thank you. I have my beer and my crisps”, he says and gives your buttock a little squeeze, “you’re my favorite snack anyways.”
You nudge his cheek, “sweet talker.”
He chuckles, shifting his eyes to the screen again. Yes, you will definitely do your tasks later in bed. They will hit so much better this way.
“Okay, I’m in bed then”, you say, leaving his room again.
“Yeah okay. Have fun reading.”
“I will, heh. Have fun being an alien.”
Jungkook laughs, “I will.”
You already finished the chapters when Jungkook comes to bed. You are on your phone, watching a video, when he enters the bedroom. You pause the video and lock your phone, following your husband with your eyes.
He is walking to his bedside table so he can put his glasses there for the night. He massages the bridge of his nose afterwards, taking on a path to the bathroom.
“It was your turn to put Bam to sleep, right?” he asks.
“It was, yeah. He’s been sleeping for two hours.”
“That’s good. Our son”, he says, disappearing in the bathroom afterwards. Moments later, you can hear him pee.
You shake your head in disbelief, chuckling to yourself. He couldn’t even close the door for that.
The toilet flushes and moments later, you hear him brush his teeth. He even manages to make himself gag once as he scrapes his tongue, following it up with a “made myself gag” to which you answer him with a chuckled “poor man”.
Afterwards he finally appears, grinning at you.
“Wah baby, I just pissed so hard”, he says.
“I know. I heard. Couldn’t you have closed the door?”
“I could have. I was lazy”, he says and plops down on bed.
“You’re so weird sometimes.”
“You love me for it.”
“Mhm, yeah I guess I do. I hope you sat down.”
“Wah baby, who do you think I am? A heathen? Of course I sat down.”
You chuckle, “good boy.”
He snuggles into his pillow until he is cozied up on his side and with his big eyes gazing at you. “I was an alien”, he says, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours. He caresses your knuckles mindlessly.
“You were?”
“Mhm. It was fun. Hey babe, would you still love me if I was an alien?”
You laugh, lifting your brow at him in question. He flutters his lashes at you, expecting your answer.
“Obviously”, you say, “I’d call you my little alien and we could go on dates in your UFO.”
“Yeah that sounds romantic. Also, alien dick. Hello? Would you prefer tentacles, an egg laying one or a double trouble deluxe one?”
“I love that we instantly went from cute UFO dates to alien dick” you say with a chuckle on your lips.
“That’s important miss ma’am, I need to know your preferences.”
“Fine okay”, you give in, “tentacles? Fill me in.”
“Okay so. I would have no dick, you know, like Ken. But then I could grow tentacles and these tentacles produce their own lube so I can fuck you with them. And there’s lots of them so I can fill out whatever you want me to.”
“Alright”, you snort in amusement, “egg laying? What’s that about?”
“I don’t know, I saw it somewhere.”
“You mean porn?”
“Yeah.”
You laugh, “so it’s like a normal dick that lays eggs inside me?”
“Yeah basically, but it’s purple and is thicker at the tip and it also produces its own lube so I can be really wet and nasty with it. And, oh my god, I want it to glow as well so I can see it inside you. Yeah.”
“I feel like that’s your favourite.”
“Maybe, I want a glowing dick”, he says and pouts, making you laugh.
“Yeah it sounds fun. But I gotta carry your eggs inside afterwards?”
“I mean…yeah. You do that normally too, they’re just smaller.”
“You’re gross.”
He grins. You give him a roll of your eyes affectionately, nudging his cheek.
“And the last one? Is the double deluxe one your dick but just twice?” you ask him.
“Yeah, basically. Yup, my dick but twice”, he decides, nodding his head way too proudly.
“Then I’ll take this one. I like your dick. Having it twice sounds like fun.”
Jungkook scrunches his nose in a cute bunny smile. He looks way too giddy for the nature of the conversation.
“Do you really like it?” he asks.
“More than anything.”
“Is it perfect?”
“The most perfect ever.”
Jungkook giggles, kicking his feet.
“Thanks, yeah”, he clears his throat to make his voice appear deeper, “thanks babe.”
You laugh because you know he is being goofy again. Your little goofball. You roll onto your tummy and push him to his back. He lets you, looking at your face with sparkly eyes.
You take his wrists and pin them above his head. The sparkles in his eyes grow, his breathing speeds up just a little.
“You’re a goofball”, you speak softly, gazing at his pretty face.
Jungkook wiggles, grinning goofily.
“But you’re my goofball. All mine”, you say, giving him a knowing smile, “and I’m proud of you.”
Jungkook squeaks out a little snicker, smiling so brightly his eyes turn into crescent moons. You make it grow with one smooch to his lips and another one to the left side of his neck. He leans into the kisses, wiggling his toes because he is so, so happy to finally receive your affection.
Afterwards you lift your head, raising your right hand to draw invisible checkmarks in the air.
“Check and check”, you say, placing your hand back on his wrist.
Jungkook wiggles his feet. His pulse is racing under your palms. He is so giddy.
“I was already scared that you didn’t even see it”, he confesses.
“I did. I was so confused at first because I didn’t remember writing it, but then I saw it was in your handwriting and I knew.”
“Heh”, he snickers, scrunching his nose, “it was clever, wasn’t it?”
“Mhm so clever”, you praise and kiss his lips, “I married a genius.”
“You really did”, he says and uses his strength to wiggle out of your hold just so he can wrap you in his arms and hug you against him, “my honeyyy.”
You squeak a giggle, accepting your sweet fate gladly. So now you and he are rolling around the sheets as Jungkook cuddles you aggressively. Limbs tangle, sheets get messy and distances erased. It is truly such a delight. He also regularly smooches whatever part of your face he can reach, mumbling giddy words against your skin.
“Wah baby, you saying that you’re proud of me really made me so happy. It felt so good to hear.”
“I am, you know? I actually meant it, I’m really proud of you.”
“Thank you, my love”, he nuzzles his face into your neck, giving you little kisses whenever he can, “I’m proud of you too, my love. Wah baby I wanna melt with you, you’re so cute.”
You smile, closing your eyes to really enjoy his affection.
“You’re cute too”, you mumble into him, pulling him closer.
#jungkook romance#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook scenario#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#bts romance#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts scenario#bts x reader#bts x you#bangtan romance#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fanfiction#bangtan x reader#bangtan x you#fanfic: ogc
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↳ Index [Snippet #41 - Protector]
“When Jungkook shows you why you can always count on him.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Warnings: harassment by a stranger, that stranger is really scary, violence in the form of Kook punching him, cursing, bruises, he is so protective over her, domestic fluff in the form of her taking care of his wounds, she is really vulnerable
Wordcount: 3.1k
a/n: sometimes i need to write about the trope of strong man protects you from danger. somehow i always wanna write that trope with kook. he gives me such “imma fight for you no matter what” vibes and ogc!kook is the epitome of that ngngn
You are so scared. All of your employees left for the day already and there are no other customers in the restaurant anymore. Except for one. A man. Drunk. Tall. Stronger than you. And with bad intentions in his eyes.
You can’t get him to leave and you are so scared. He has started to attempt to get behind the counter. If he does, you won’t be able to go anywhere.
He is telling you about how he thinks it fascinating when women scream. You are so scared, but keep nodding your head and smiling. You are scared that if you don’t, you would be the next one screaming for him. Not in a good way obviously.
This never happened before. You don’t have creepy customers. Most of the drunkards staying past their curfews are sappy drunks or straight up sleepyheads. You know most of them by now and in some weird way, you see them as friends. You see most of your regulars as friends. It’s a small town and they are always welcome here. Some you even knew all your life.
You don’t know this man. His dialect lets you know that he wasn’t from here. Probably from another province.
He is inching closer to the bar entrance, lulling his words.
“It’s also fascinating when women run. Their tits bounce. I like that.”
You nod and smile, but your fingers grasp the knife as tightly as possible. You used it to cut limes hours ago, but won’t hesitate to use it to cut a person.
His eyes flit to your chest.
“You have nice tits.”
Your hand places itself over your chest to hide away. He follows the movements of your fingers. He licks his lips.
“I’m married. Very happily.”
“So? Is a nice guy, such as myself, not allowed to compliment a nice pair of tits?”
“You know, it’s getting very late and we are actually in the middle of closing up”, you tell him, smiling the entire time, “my husband will come any second now.”
“Don’t throw me out yet, I don’t like to be denied”, he says coldly and inches closer to the entrance.
You bite down a sob. Where is your husband? Where is Jungkook? Or anyone for that matter? You are so scared.
“It doesn’t do well with me to be denied”, the man says and places his hand on the edge of the little swing door. He pushes, opens it just enough that he can take a step inside.
“Please no customers behind the bar”, you beg.
“I don’t like that”, he says with furrowed brows, “I don’t like that one bit.”
He steps closer and you flee. You were too scared to do anything else. You run with your body still turned to him.
He follows in big steps. Manages to get three steps and then gets tugged back so harshly he falls on his ass.
“The fuck are you fucker doing?” Jungkook spits, placing himself between you and the criminal. He closed up shop next doors and was in the middle of getting to you so you could drive home together when he watched you get harassed through the window. He jumped into a sprint instantly with only one thought in mind. Save you.
Your knees buckle in relief, you have to hold onto the counter because of it. You could cry. You are so relieved that it gets hard to focus.
“Baby, is he bothering you?” Jungkook asks, staring at the man. The latter currently gets back up.
“I’m not bothering her”, he says.
“Pumpkin pie, is he bothering you?” Jungkook insists.
“Yes”, you choke out, “pumpkin pie.”
You thought of the codeword a long time ago. You will call him pumpkin pie whenever you find yourself in a dangerous situation and he will know that it is serious. You agree that a silly nickname won’t call attention and keep you safe.
“Okay, Imma need you to leave this place”, Jungkook addresses the guy. He speaks darkly and with honest danger in his voice, “now.”
“I haven’t finished my drink.”
“And I don’t give a fuck, you’re gonna leave now.”
Jungkook steps closer to the guy in warning, intimidating him by making himself bigger.
It does work. Jungkook can be a really scary guy if he wants to. Obvious muscles, dark hair, black leather bike clothes and dark tattoos. Heavy boots and big rings on his hands and piercings on his face. Jungkook can be scary if he wants to and on many occasions it worked to get whatever danger was harassing you, off your ass.
Tonight it only works a little. The man stumbles back to the customer zone but then gets so angry at being pushed away that he tries to attack Jungkook.
Which was a mistake, because Jungkook has been on attack mode the moment he saw you fleeing from the man. Jungkook doesn’t even give the man a chance to lift his hand for a punch and he has already landed one straight across his face. Hard and with his restraints entirely gone. The man stumbles back and falls, hitting his elbows as they cushion his fall. He groans in pain, looking disoriented for a few seconds.
One must know one thing about Jungkook. He knows how to fight. The days on the streets taught him how to act in a real fight. The years and years of daily training helped him perfect his techniques. He knows how to throw a punch, land a kick and dodge. So the punch he threw right now, landed right where it was supposed to land. With Jungkook’s entire strength and anger bundled into it.
“Leave this fucking place!” Jungkook screams so loudly his deep voice bounces off the walls. It is distorted in anger. He doesn’t sound like your dorky, sweet husband right now.
The man, bleeding from his cheek and with his eye already starting to swell, still gets up and tries to fight him. Broken pride is the initiator. Alcohol the motivator.
Jungkook catches his hand and uses his strength against him by twirling him and pressing his arm against his back. The grip is painful. The kind police use on their victims.
The man screams up in pain and Jungkook tightens the grip.
“You’re on thin fucking ice, Imma fuck you up if you keep trying shit. Hear me? Imma actually fucking fuck you up”, Jungkook spits as he pushes the man to the door.
“You’re breaking my arm!”
“I’m gonna fucking break so much more than just your fucking arm. You motherfucker, I’m actually gonna fuck you up”, Jungkook barks, twisting his arm to the point where the criminal whimpers with buckling knees, “you think you can go around threatening my wife? I’m gonna fucking show you what this gets you, you shit low life fuck.”
“Please, it hurts you fucker!”
“Walk!”
Police is arriving outside. You called while they were busy fighting. They enter the restaurant and greet you loudly. Two take over for Jungkook. You know them well and they know you. They often times have lunch at your restaurant or if they don’t, they enjoy some burgers at Seokjin’s diner. They’re part of this town, as much as you and your friends are.
“Fucking take him, Imma actually fucking curse. Take this fucker, he was threatening my wife, acting like a predator”, Jungkook spits, “fuck, I’m so angry how dare he-”
“You did a good job, Jungkook”, the police officer tells him and steps in between, “now please stay calm. We have it from here.”
“Make sure he never leaves his cell. I hope he rots in prison. This motherfucker. He threatened my ___.”
“Stay calm. Everything will be handled, but we still need to take your testimonies. He won’t leave his cell for the night, but we need you to calm down.”
Jungkook takes a step back, “fuck”, he presses out, lifting his arms, “I’m calm. Just do what you must.”
You don’t hold back any details, telling them about the scary things the man said and how he came at you when you tried to throw him out. And while you do, you are shaking while Jungkook was holding you and trembling in anger.
They leave after making sure that the restaurant was safe. They offered to drive you home, but you told them that you can take the bike home.
You ended up keeping it parked by the restaurant and driving home with Jungkook. You hugged him so tightly that it felt as if you wanted to merge with him. All you needed was a hug. You didn’t get a proper hug yet. You didn’t feel comfortable hugging like this in front of the police.
The garage door closes behind you automatically. Jungkook is in the midst of taking off his helmet. You do the same. And while he is by the biking gear cupboard, you are still by his bike. It feels impossible to move. Jungkook places the helmet on its holder and turns to looks at you. Your eyes fill with tears instantly.
“Hey”, he is by your side immediately taking you into his arms, “I’m here, my love.”
You break. This was all it took. This one hug. His safe arms around you and his strong chest against your cheek. This is all it took to break your composure.
You sob loudly and honestly and you do so with your fingers twisting his thick leather jacket while Jungkook sways your bodies from side to side soothingly and repeatedly kisses the crow of your head.
“I’m here, I’m right here, let it all out, I’m here”, he keeps repeating over and over again.
“I was, was so scared.”
“I know baby, god I know. Nothing can get you anymore, I’m keeping you safe.”
“Kookie…”
Jungkook holds you until you calm down. He takes off the bike gear for you and then carries you inside. He sits you down on the sofa and wraps you up in a blanket. And he does all of that whilst repeating that he was here for you over and over again. It really soothed you like nothing else.
“Can you check the windows, please?” you ask because you were scared. You know that the police were taking care of it, but you were still so scared. What if the guy flees and then tries to find you? The possibilities of that happening were next to zero, but you were still so scared.
“Of course”, and so Jungkook checked every single window and he rolled down the blinds for every single one and even turned on the lights in every room. He checked the locks twice and checks the garage door once more. You were safe and the outside world was locked out.
Jungkook returns to you and squats down in front of you, taking your hands.
“Nothing can get inside”, he assures you.
Bam is by your sides, sniffling at you. His body language was tense. He must smell the anxiety. He will protect you as well if someone dares to break in.
“Thank you for checking”, you whisper shakily.
“Of course”, Jungkook straightens up and places his hand on the back of your head so he can pull you into a forehead kiss, “shit baby, I’m still so angry that I feel sick.”
“I’m so happy that you came when you did.”
“Me too, but fuck I should have come sooner.”
“Don’t blame yourself please. I’m so happy that you’re here.”
“Me too. Fuck, if something had happened to you”, his face tightens in dark anger, “I would have hunted this asshole down and killed him.”
“But it didn’t”, you reach out to caress his cheeks, “thank you for keeping me safe.”
“I’ll always keep you safe.”
You feel so grateful for him. So, so grateful that you have to pull him into a kiss. Gentle and filled with eternal love. Jungkook kisses you back with just as much love and his hands cradling your face. You end it with a gentle nudge to his nose.
“Thank you, my love”, you whisper, “I still feel shaken up, but I know that I don’t have anything to worry about because you’re with me.”
“And I always will”, he assures you and seals the promise with a loving kiss. He kisses your cheek afterwards, caressing your skin with his thumb, “now stay, I’m making you some tea to calm the nerves.”
That night, Jungkook holds you as you fall asleep, running his fingers over your scalp until you find peace of mind and rest.
You wake again when you can hear Jungkook leave the bedroom. You check the clock. It’s been an hour since you went to bed. Feeling incredibly cold without his hug and just a little scared without his protection, you roll out of bed to follow him. You follow him all the way to the kitchen.
The lights by the sink were on. Otherwise the room is dark. He is sitting on the counter and is pressing an ice pack to his knuckles.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” you ask into the silence.
Jungkook lifts his head. His messy hair hangs into his eyes.
“What are you doing up?” he gasps, “go back to bed, sweetheart.”
“I can’t sleep without you. Are you hurting?”
Jungkook removes the ice pack and shows off his bruised, swollen hand.
“I hit him with all my strength. The rings tug into my hand.”
“Holy fuck, it looks terrible. Sweetheart, we should go to the hospital”, you gasp, hurrying to him to take his hand and inspect it.
“It’s okay. It’s just bruised. I can still move my fingers, so nothing’s broken.”
“Kookie”, you press out and lean down to kiss his knuckles, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just didn’t wanna worry you.”
“God, no”, you choke out, “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?”
“You got hurt because of me.”
“Hey. Stop that”, he says sternly and tugs you between his legs. He tilts your head up, staring deeply into your eyes. His bruised hand is the one cradling your cheek, “I’d take a fucking bullet for you, so don’t you ever apologise for this again. I’m happy I got these bruises because it means you were safe.”
You whimper and spill tears.
“Hey, my darling”, he speaks softly and pulls you against his chest. He hugs you safely, swaying you from side to side, “everything’s gonna be alright. I’m here now. Your hubby’s here.”
“Kookie, I love you”, you choke out, “I love you so much.”
“Well, I love you too my baby”, he says and kisses the crown of your head, “you should go to sleep, staying awake will only hurt you. I can see how it hurts you.”
“I can’t fall asleep without you.”
“Okay, I’ll just take care of my hand and then we can cuddle.”
“No”, you step back and take his bruised hand, “I wanna take care of it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“No, no I want to”, you say in a tiny, sad voice, shaking your head vigorously.
Jungkook can see that you aren’t yourself right now, that you fell into this very vulnerable, almost child-like headspace. And that this was the result of a traumatic day, which has been dragging on for way too long. You got this way two times before. Once when you found out about your grandparents’ house burning down and the second time was when you dreamt of what happened in the alley years ago and he had to shake you awake. He was there for you on both occasions and he will make sure that he is there for you right now.
“Okay fine”, he gives in because he knows that this is what you need, “but let’s not do it here. Let’s go upstairs.”
“Yes, please.”
Jungkook sits down on the bathtub. Only the small mirror cabinet light is turned on, painting the walls of the bathroom in a faint golden shine. You hurry to your medicine cabinet and take out everything you need.
“Give me your hand”, you ask him quietly.
Jungkook offers it to you, running his thumb over your skin as you inspect him.
“It looks so painful”, you get out and choke down a whimper, “Googie.”
“It’ll heal, don’t worry.”
“Googie, please lets go to the hospital.”
“It’s not that bad, I promise”, he assures you and tilts your head up with two of his fingers holding your chin. His eyes are filled with adoration, “but I’ll go the doctors tomorrow, yeah? So we can be sure that it’s just bruised.”
“Yes, please go”, you pout, “it, it looks so painful.”
“It already hurts a little less because you’re taking care of it.”
A small smile curls at your lips. You lower your eyes and let out a shy giggle. Jungkook smiles upon hearing it, running his thumb over your cheek. He leans in and kisses whatever part of your head he can naturally reach.
“I’ll put cream on it now”, you say.
“Yes, do that. Thank you, sweetie. You’re taking such great care of me”, he speaks softly, guiding his hand from your face to your hip so he can massage it slowly. The touch feels really good to you, letting you know that he will always be there for you.
You make sure to be as careful as possible, spreading the healing cream with nothing more than a featherlight touch. The knuckle on his ring finger carries the smallest of cuts. It’s where he wore his heaviest ring. You look up at him and he gives you a reassuring smile.
“It doesn’t hurt”, he whispers, nodding his head, “keep going, you’re doing so well.”
“You, you really gotta let a doctor look at it tomorrow.”
“I will, baby. Promise. First thing I’ll do is drive to the doctors.”
“Yes. Good”, you say, now moving on to healing the knuckle of his pinky. It only carries a small bruise, “Googie, I wanna stay at home tomorrow. I’m scared to go back.”
“This is totally understandable. I think a day off sounds like a good plan. You deserve to have some rest. I’m sure that Steph can manage the place perfectly. I’ll talk to her after I went to the doctors, yeah?”
You nod your head, “thank you, Googie.”
“Of course baby, don’t mention it.”
You look up at him, “I finished the cream.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook gives your hand a gentle squeeze. It hurts a lot when he does, but he doesn’t let it show for your sake, “it already hurts so much less, thank you baby.”
“Was…was I able to help?”
“Yes baby, you helped a lot”, he assures you and pulls you into his arms. He kisses your cheek and seconds later, has you making yourself smaller so you can rest your head on his shoulder, “thank you so much, I couldn’t have done it any better.”
You snuggle into him, release a shaky breath of relief.
“Now”, he begins and squeezes your buttock, “let’s finally get back to bed and sleep the day off. Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m so tired.”
Ever since that day, Jungkook closes his shop one hour earlier just so he can stay with you until you close up. And if anyone was wondering, Jungkook kept his promise and went to the doctors. His hand was bruised, but will heal just fine.
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↳ Index [Snippet #34 - Creampies & Fishnets]
"When you breed Jungkook in fishnets."
Pairing: Tattooist!Jungkook x Restaurant Owner!Reader
Genre: Porn haha, some domestic Fluff in the beginning
Warnings: bratty sub!Jungkook who turns good boy in the end, hard dom!Reader, sadism & masochism, degradation (she calls him slut, whore, bitch, cumhole), praise (she calls him good boy, her baby & puppy too), rough pegging, Jungkook is so vocal omfg, he loves talking back to get a lil punishment :), dirty talk, leather kink, tattoo & piercing kink, Jungkook wears make up and has his nails painted 🥴, he wears fishnets, primal play (she chases him & he has to escape), slight strength kink, huge squirting dildos, spanking, flogging, CBT, hair pulling, handjobs, rimjob, lube, anal fingering, use of glass anal toys, buttplugs, some nipple play, he has sensitive pierced nipples, orgasm torture, edging & forced orgasm, prostate milking, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), subby boy!tears, Jungkook is such a size king, breeding with so much fake cum, creampies, the fluffiest aftercare!!, they love each other so much :(
Wordcount: 11.4k
a/n: at this point I'm just incredibly bi for both of them. I also wanna state that I have zero tattoos, but this couple makes me wanna get some hahaha. I also want to state that this stems from my horniest desires, this is pure jerk off porn holy fuck. I have to take a walk now, have fun besties 🏃🏻♀️🧡
"Ah fuck, I messed up again. Stop moving so much", you grumble at him, reaching for the cotton swap.
"I'm not moving", Jungkook defends himself, watching as you soak the cotton with the nail polish remover to fix the mistake you made on his ring finger.
"Yeah, you are. Each time you sing, you move your hand", you murmur, working precisely to clean around the edges of his polished nail.
Deep black with a glossy finish. It compliments his tattoos spanning all the way from his fingers up to his shoulder blades.
"Oh? Now I'm not even allowed to sing?" Jungkook laughs.
"Not until I'm done."
He clicks his tongue, "mean."
"It's just one more nail babe, you'll manage."
You are sitting on the living room floor, having turned your coffee table into your makeshift nail art studio. The bluetooth speakers, which Jungkook installed throughout the house, are playing your favourite getting-ready-playlist, lifting your mood by a hundred.
Jimin and Yoongi asked the entire gang to come to a leather party in the neighboring town's most popular kink club and of course you and your husband agreed instantly. Leather was entirely your thing. Mix that with a chance to see your friends, an opportunity to dress up and an excuse to get out your prettiest gear and you two are at the front of the queue. Hoseok and Tashyung promised to pick you up on their way and told Seokjin that he can drive with them too. Jimin and Yoongi will pick up Namjoon later, who currently celebrates his well-deserved single life. The group chat has been busy the entire day and excitement for the party was grande.
"Jungkook!" you exclaim.
"What I do?" he gasps, widening his eyes in an innocent way (he knows that he isn’t innocent, but loves to act as if he was).
"Dancing isn’t better, you doofus", you complain, wiping off the huge plop of polish you left on his pinky finger.
"You gotta tell me that", he says, earning himself a roll of your eyes.
"I sometimes can’t believe you", you murmur, "there, all done."
Jungkook pulls his hands from the table, examining them with his fingers stretched out. You close the polish in the meantime.
"Wow", he says, voice slightly pitched in honest awe, "they look so beautiful", he lowers his hands, "thank you so much, my love. I love them so much."
He wanted to reach for you and kiss you, but you flinched back.
"Careful, you'll ruin them. You gotta let them dry."
He sacks his shoulders, pouting so incredibly sadly.
"But kissies", he murmurs.
You lean forward and smooch his lips.
"Better?"
"Ye", he says with the goofiest grin ever.
You pinch his chin and stand up.
"Imma make a pre party snack now. I'm too old to drink on an empty stomach. Want something too?"
"Yes, please."
You and Jungkook thankfully started early enough with your preparations to feel no ounce of stress right now. Quite frankly, your entire day was planned out with party preparations. A good workout in the morning to make your bodies really pop (Jungkook’s words not yours). Then after a shower and hair wash, Jungkook painted your nails a dark black and while you let it dry, made breakfast. If one was worrying. Bam was staying with your parents tonight. Jungkook and you drove him to them after your nails dried, staying for a glass of orange juice fresh from the oranges of their tree. Your parents have really been making an effort ever since you moved back home and while the start was a little rocky, you really love that spending time with them feels like it did when you were a child again. They loved Jungkook as if he was their own son and loved Bam as if he was their grandson, having agreed to watch your little puppy without hesitation. After coming home from your parents and some free time, which you spent cleaning the house because you both love coming home to a clean house after a night out, you painted Jungkook’s nails, now preparing both of you a quick late afternoon snack.
"I hope you like toast. I thought some carbs are the perfect base", you tell him, already munching on your buttered toast.
"I love it, thank you baby", Jungkook says, opening his mouth so you could feed it to him.
You clean up the kitchen and your impromptu nail salon after finishing your snacks. By the time you finished, Jungkook’s nails have already dried enough that he can safely handle things.
You find him in your bedroom, looking through the closet.
"What's your vision?" you ask him.
"I'm thinking slutty husband", he says, making you snort.
"You wanna identify as a husband?"
He looks over his shoulder, studying you from head to toe
"Yeah? Why?"
You shrug your shoulders, "just thought you'd go with something like slutty biker who gets his dick wet each night."
"Ooh I like the way you think, that does sound like me. What's your vision, babe?"
You join him by the closet, opening the drawer with your leather gear.
"I was thinking super hot leather babe with great tits."
Jungkook chuckles, "that does sound like you", he mumbles mindlessly, flicking through his leather pants collection in search of that one distinct pair. It sits the lowest it can get and emphasises his ass and crotch maddeningly well whilst showing off his happy trail. Jungkook pulls it out of the drawer, taking a pair of tightly knotted fishnets with them. Black of course.
He throws them both on the bed and then moves on to picking out the perfect shirt. There are three options for him. A leather chest harness which accentuates his muscles, a fishnet turtleneck and a body tight crop top without sleeves. He shows you all three options, posing in his briefs and white toe socks, which for some reason he pulled up all the way.
"Crop top, no doubt", you tell him, "that shirt with those pants? Honey, you’re gonna get fucked tonight", you say.
"Message received, crop top it is", he says, putting the other clothes away again, "now jewellery. Imma change my piercings too. Need the ones you can see through the shirt. And my ears too? I think yeah", he is talking to himself and so you stop listening to concentrate on your own outfit instead.
You decide to go with leather pants as well, combining them with a black mesh crop top that really shows off all the tattoos you have collected over the years with Jungkook. You really love showing them off, because most of them your husband did and you are so proud of all his work.
"Two more hours babe, Imma start doing my makeup", you let him know on your way to the bathroom.
Jungkook, who is in the middle of changing out his nipple piercings, looks up.
"Okay, thanks for telling me the time", he says, returning to his task.
He joins you in the bathroom ten minutes later.
"Piercings successfully changed?" you ask him.
"Yup. Watcha think?"
He exchanged his silver eyebrow piercing for a black steel one, matching his earrings as well. His lip ring he kept intact, but he exchanged his barbell nipple piercings for heavy rings so they would really show up under the shirt.
"You look so good. Shit, I forgot how sexy those rings look", you say, eyes lingering on his chest
"Yeah right?" he rubs his hands under them, "I'm not used to how heavy they are. My nips are gonna be hypersensitive, I'm telling you."
"Hot, can’t wait to play with them", you tease, ignoring the longing gaze he sends your way to instead finish applying your skin care.
"You're gonna give me a boner if you keep talking like that", he whines, cracking you up.
"Sorry boo, I’ll tone it down."
"No, no continue I like it", he assures you and opens his cabinet to finally begin prepping his face as well.
With thirty minutes to spare before Hoseok arrives, both of you finally finish your make-up looks. You went for smokey eyes and glossy lips. Jungkook went for a smudged eye look and red tainted lips. You both also went for sparkly highlighter, which you helped apply for each other.
It gives you just enough time to finish your looks until they were both perfect and you looked like two sexgods (Jungkook’s words not yours). You also somehow matched without actually initially planning to. But even if you hadn’t matched, people would have known you two belong together. There was just something in your energy and vibe that showed that you two were an inseparable team.
You insisted on snapping a few pictures in front of the mirror and Jungkook agreed passionately. So you spent the entire remaining ten minutes taking photos, dancing to your favourite songs and almost making out atop the bed.
You probably would have ended up making out, if Hoseok hadn’t rang your phone, informing you that they were there. You then grabbed your money and finally left for the night.
"You guys look so hot what the hell?" Hoseok greets you, looking like a leather god himself in his harness and tight pants.
"You look hot too, like damn" you tell him, "you too Tae, you look like a slut."
"Well thank you, that was my plan. I wanna get fucked tonight", he says, showing off his legs in the tiniest booty shorts known to mankind and a lowcut shirt over which he threw on a jacket.
You pick up Seokjin at his house, complimenting him on his scorchingly hot leather look. Longarm shirt and pants. It fit his shoulders so well. And then you are cruising down the coastline with loud music blasting in the radio and the mood being amazing.
You meet the rest of your gang in front of the club. Jimin decided to not wear a shirt at all while Yoongi went for a leather vest with a newsboy hat look. Namjoon chose leather pants and a jacket, having mousse in his hair.
"Whore you look amazing", you greet Jimin.
"Bitch you don’t talk, you are such a slut", Jimin greets you, taking you into a tight hug, "I'd fuck you if I were straight."
"Well thank you", you laugh, breaking out of the hug to greet the others with a hug as well.
"You look so hot Joon. I see someone’s trying to get over that bitch", you say.
"Yeah, totally. She was the biggest mistake in my life, no joke", Namjoon says, "gotta make sure to replace those memories with actual good ones. I mean, she couldn’t even fuck for shit."
"I never liked her", Yoongi says.
"Me neither, I thought her breath always stank. I could even smell it through pictures", Taehyung agrees.
"Yeah totally", Hoseok says, nodding his head.
"You're better off single", Seokjin says.
"Totally", Jungkook nods his head.
No, the break up was not recently. His ex just turned out to be complete and utter human garbage. He deserves to hate and you are all ready to support him like the family you were.
"I hope you get laid tonight, hun", you say, patting Namjoon's arm before stepping back and tugging Jungkook close to you by his exposed waist, "you ready to party?"
"So ready, let's go", Seokjin says.
"Are you gonna end up sitting in a corner and playing mobile games again?" Jimin asks him teasingly, slinging an arm around him.
"No? What the hell? I never do that?" Seokjin complains with red ears, which means he was very much planning on doing so. And he will, but he will assure you that he was having a great time with little waves and smiles at the rest of you as you were grinding on the dance floor.
Namjoon will also be very successful in his task of getting laid, having to leave the party early with a beautiful woman by his side.
Taehyung will be successful too, except that he won't be leaving the party but will engage in it in the VIP area just up the stairs.
"They’re all having so much fun", Jungkook rasps against your neck. He is as close as the situation allows, lipstick smeared and eyeshadow smudged even more. His eyelids are heavy in sex, his hair is soaked in sweat.
"Whatcha mean?" you ask him. You have your head rested against his chest, enjoying the electrifying feeling of having Jungkook’s strong hands on your hips as his tattooed arms are slung around you from behind.
"I can see Tae give it doggy from here", Jungkook rasps, "I wanna fucking rail you doggy too", he adds with his parted lips pressed against your ear.
You grind back into him, moaning needily. The music drowns out everything either way. Besides, nobody would care if you fucked right here and there, you wouldn’t be the only ones.
"Seokjin’s having fun too, look", Jungkook speaks.
He is talking to someone, sharing drinks.
"What do you think they're talking about?"
"Maybe how hard your cock is?"
Jungkook chuckles deeply, "fuck baby", he growls playfully, dragging his nose up and down the side of your neck, "you're so fucking sexy, can't help it."
You turn, hooking your arms behind his neck. Jungkook pulls your hips snug against his instantly. Next to you, Yoongi is currently fighting off Jimin slipping his hand down his pants.
"I need you so bad." and "not here, I’m shy", you hear something along that line and then the music drowns them out again.
Jungkook looks so fucking sexy under those lights. Reds and pinks and purples, all hazy because of the smoke and distorted by the people around you.
It compliments Jungkook’s skin so well.
"I'm so fucking obsessed with you", you say, gripping his face harshly just so you can kiss.
Jungkook moans lewdly, biting down on your lower lip playfully. It makes you hiss and pull back just enough that you can stare at him. He is smirking.
"I need you like crazy", he rasps.
You move closer, lips brushing against his', "and I wanna breed you like an animal."
Jungkook widens his eyes in genuine surprise.
"Damn babe", another genuine reaction.
"I'm serious, I want you bent over, ass bred and mind complacent."
"Shit baby, what the hell?" Jungkook laughs, squeezing your hips, "what's gotten into you?"
"You. Also, I drank a shot of tequila with Hobi when you were gone taking a piss."
Jungkook sneaks a glance at the latter, who is currently busy chatting up a very obvious leather daddy. He shifts his eyes back to you, gulping at how heavy they look in arousal.
"Wanna call a cab and dip?"
"Yes."
After saying your goodbyes to everyone except Taehyung as he was busy otherwise, you and Jungkook manage to snatch a cab back home.
You spent the entire ride home groping Jungkook’s body and slathering his neck in needy kisses. You also spent an unhealthy amount of fumbling with the hem of his fishnets which he pulled up his waist far enough so that it would peek out of his pants and accentuate his happy trail even more.
"I wanna rip that off of you", you whisper into his ear, "it's driving me crazy."
You try to slip your hand inside, needing nothing more than to play with his hair.
"Babe wait", Jungkook stops you in a quiet chuckle, "the cab driver."
You sneak a glance at the driver, dropping your head on Jungkook’s shoulder with a defeated groan.
Your manners last two minutes and then you start fumbling again, tracing Jungkook’s abs. His skin feels so sticky from dancing, now ice cold from being exposed in the fresh air for too long. But every touch you leave, returns some of that heat, riling Jungkook up even if he doesn’t let it show for the sake of the cab driver.
"I wanna play your body like it's my favourite game", you rasp against his neck, "hear me? I won’t stop until I'm a pro at it."
Jungkook tilts his head, kissing your forehead, "of course baby", he says lovingly.
He almost moans when you abandon his abs to instead rub his nipples over his terribly thin shirt. Not that the thickness of the fabric would have any difference. Just like Jungkook figured, the big rings made his nipples hypersensitive. Your messy, yet incredibly good touch goes straight to his cock. Everything stopping his cock from ripping through the seams, is Jungkook’s hand on it, squeezing it as tightly as possible to stop the blood flow.
"We're not alone", he whispers shakily, forcing his body to stay still.
"I need your nips in my mouth, baby", you rasp, "all swollen and hard from having to carry those big rings. I need them against my tongue."
Jungkook exhales shakily, "fucking shit", he whispers under his breath, tilting his hear back for a second to gain control again. He lifts it.
"Sorry Sir, but how long still?" he asks the cab driver.
"Five minutes Sir", he answers him and turns the music back up again.
"Okay, thank you", Jungkook turns to you, "five minutes, please baby."
"I can't wait any longer, I need you", you say, trying to slip your hand under his shirt.
Jungkook grabs your wrist and pins it against his tummy.
"Five minutes, please", he says sternly.
"So uncool", you murmur, gazing at his lips.
The cab driver lets you out in front of your house, driving off quickly.
You turn to Jungkook now that you are alone, gripping him by his dainty waist to pull him close.
"Babe wait", Jungkook stumbles with a laugh, finding support on your shoulders.
"Shut up and kiss me", you hiss, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
"Mhmbaby", he murmurs, almost falling over his own feet as you not only kiss him like crazy, you also push him closer to your front door, guiding the way without looking. It is a dangerous game you're playing, but you can’t stop.
All night long, you had to watch Jungkook dance and laugh and sing. All night long, you had to stare at his scorchingly hot legs in those tight leather pants and his well-groomed bush and that dainty waist of his' hugged by fishnets. All night long, you had to look at his messy makeup and feel his painted fingernails swirl over your skin and you have had enough. You need him like lungs need air and fins need water.
The kiss breaks because looking for the keys is impossible. Jungkook fumbles with them, trying and failing to flee from you grinding yourself into him.
"Give me a minute baby, I can’t open the door like that", he chuckles.
"Hurry up, will you?"
"I'm trying. It’s hard when you’re humping me."
The door clicks and opens.
You rip it open for him and seconds later push him inside just so you can kick the door closed behind you and pin Jungkook against the dresser in your hallway.
"Wait you-" he gets silenced by your lips, mewling into the sloppy kiss instead while you bend his body over that uncomfortable dresser.
You have your knee between his legs, rubbing his cock and balls with such vigour he wonders if you want him to completely crumble here and now.
"Ah please", he moans breathily, knees buckling and fingers gripping your thigh, "give me a minute to take off my boots."
You give him a growl as an answer, stepping back. You take off your own shoes in the meantime, discarding them in the middle of the walkway because you can’t be bothered to waste time.
Jungkook uses the opportunity to flee out of the entryway, getting chased by you all the way to your hallway leading upstairs.
You grab his waist.
"Wait", he squeaks in a shy chuckle, squirming in your hold.
You twirl him.
"Baby wait", he laughs.
"What?" you ask, "why are you acting like that?"
"Why are you acting like that?"
"Because you- urgh" you press him against the railing harshly, knocking a needy moan out of him, "you fucking annoy the living shit outta me. How dare you flaunt your slutty little waist and your whore thighs all night long. You are such a slut, you fucking anger me", you growl, feeling him up hungrily.
"Jesus fucking Christ", Jungkook gasps, eyes comically big, "you're crazy."
"Yeah, crazy for you. I want you on my strap. Now."
"Okay, okay wait", Jungkook laughs, fighting off your hands trying to open his pants, "wait a minute, wait."
"Jungkook please", you whine, falling against him in a defeated manner, "pleasee let me fuck you open. Please I'm begging you, I need to fuck you. That’s all I need."
Jungkook chuckles, "I didn’t say no, just give me a minute."
"No minutes, I need you now", you say, trying to kiss him again.
He stops you with his fingers squishing your cheeks.
"I'm sweaty, sticky and stinky. I need a shower", he says.
"You don’t stink, you smell like sex", you whine, "let me smell you", you add, fighting his hold for a sniff of his neck.
He lets you, laughing loudly when you do the most intense and honest nose breathe he has ever heard you do.
"Urgh yeah", you say in a deep voice, "I need this fucking packaged, you smell so fucking good."
"Fine", he chuckles, "fine, then at least let me clean out. I don’t feel comfortable without cleaning out."
You inhale again, grinding into him in a defeated, almost stubborn manner.
"Fine", you give in, "I want you to feel comfy. Go clean your ass, urgh stupid cleaning out, I just want your ass now. Why did nature make it dirty?"
"Yeah big mood", Jungkook pecks your cheek, "give me twenty."
"You get fifteen and not a second longer."
"Fine, fifteen. Good god, I married a crazy woman", he says and turns to hurry upstairs.
Contrary to your first words, you both take a quick shower, exchanging your dirty party clothes for clean new ones in a similar style. You go for tight leather pants and a lace bra, knowing very well that more clothing is unnecessary.
You knock on the closed bathroom door.
"You've got five more minutes. I expect you back in fishnets."
"Yeah, yeah. Where you off to?"
"Come and find me, will you?"
"Babe wait!" you hear Jungkook call out and then you have already disappeared out of the bedroom, geared up with all the toys you need and more.
Jungkook comes out of the bathroom to silence and a dark room.
"Babe where are you?" he asks, turning the lights off.
Empty.
"You wanna play games? Fine with me."
Jungkook decides to go for new fishnets, combining them with an oversized shirt to cover up his dick and the harness for now. He hopes that he will be forgiven for not choosing leather pants again, but he figured that those were unnecessary either way.
He leaves the bedroom, calling out for you again. Nothing. He looks into the guest bedroom and his room. Both empty.
"Darling where are you?"
The lights turn on downstairs. He hears footsteps. He jogs down the steps, looking left and right.
The steps come from the living room.
He follows them, finding you in the middle of it with your back to him.
"There you are. Damn, you look hot. What are you doing here?"
"I wanna play a game", you turn.
"Okay? Why are you holding our flogger?"
Your lips curl into a crazy smirk. You hit your own hand with it once.
Jungkook realises, gulping heavily.
"Babe no way…"
You lower your eyes dangerously.
"Run if you want it, stay if you don’t", you tell him, "five, four, three.."
"Fuck", Jungkook says and turns, setting off with a loud squeal.
"...two…one! Run faster little rabbit, run!" you call out, running out of the living room.
You hear Jungkook squeal in the entryway. You cross the corner, watching as he presses himself against the door.
"Hello there."
"Let me tell you something, wait let's talk. Wait", he says, lifting his hands defensively.
"Gotcha", you say, inching closer to him with the flogger tangling by your side dangerously.
"No, listen. Hear me out", Jungkook says, "hear me out! I- eeek" he squeaks and dodges you by twirling around you and running off.
You turn with a laugh, "come back!" you yell and chase him all the way to the kitchen.
Jungkook dodges every single one of your grabby hands, laughing and squealing as he does. You two manage to do two rounds around the dinner table and then Jungkook runs to the living room.
"Come here you little shit", you spit, almost catching him. His shirt slips from your fingers again and with it, Jungkook.
He runs off laughing, getting as far as the staircase and then you have a bundle of his shirt between your fingers again.
You tug roughly, pulling him back.
"No", Jungkook stumbles hard, "please another chance", he begs with tears of laughter in his eyes, "I was warming up."
"Shut up, I caught you", you hiss, wrapping your arm around his waist harshly. You tug him with you on your way to your room.
Jungkook goes willingly, laughing squeakily.
"Not so fast, I’m not wearing underwear", he begs, hitting your arm gently.
"Not my problem", you hiss, kicking the door open and turning on your light with the handle of the flogger.
"But it pinches my balls", he whines, trying to make himself heavier only to get shaken around as you tighten your grip on him.
"You're a pain slut, you’re into it."
"So now you’re me and know what I like?"
"Shut up, whore", you spit, throwing him on your mattress.
Jungkook moans, squirming deliciously for just a second before he uses the opportunity to try and belly crawl away from you. Not that he comes far. Seconds later and you pin him down with your knee on his lower back, weight perfectly balanced to cut off his movements without hurting his spine or kidneys.
He wiggles under you like a little fish out of water, kicking the floor as he does.
"Let. Me. Go", he grunts.
"No", you answer him, forcing his shirt up his torso to expose his ass to you. Like this his little waist is exposed as well, made even smaller by the tightly cut fishnet hem. The fact that he isn’t wearing any clothes underneath, makes you want to ruin him.
You trace his butt, making sure the flogger was gracing his skin.
"Last chance. Say the word and I'll stop", you say.
"And if I don’t?"
"I'll flog you like the stupid slut you are."
Jungkook squirms, earning himself a stronger grip from you. It squishes his cock between the edge of the mattress and his body so well.
He shakes his head vigorously.
"No? Don’t wanna say it?"
"Don't wanna say it", he confirms, tilting his hips back.
"Understood."
Smack!
"Holy- fffuck", Jungkook brings out, head shooting up and feet kicking the floor, "warn me."
"Whores don’t get warnings", you spit, swirling your flogger skillfully to really land a harsh spank on his ass.
Jungkook sucks in air, hips chasing the sensation the second it is gone. It comes again. Harsh, intense, hot.
You truly don’t have mercy in you tonight. Another harsh flog reminds him of that fact. Its aftermath makes his toes curl and his voice get stuck in his throat.
Smack!
Jungkook feels the burn pulsate before it bursts through his vein and makes his head pound.
Smack!
"Fuck", he croaks, "give me a break, will you?" he spits, wanting to do nothing more than challenge you to hit him harder.
"No", you hit him harder, fucking scrambling his mind with it, "you don’t get breaks."
"Yes I do", he insists.
"No." Smack!
"Yes."
"No." Smack!
"Yes!" he moans, "give me a break."
"Shut up bitch", you spit, "fuck, you stupid brat", you bark, hitting his ass three consecutive times with the perfect technique to make it really sting, "first, you look like a slut the entire night, then you run away from me and now you wanna demand shit? The only thing you get to say are begs for me to go harder."
"Well. Don’t."
"Too bad", you growl, showing him how hard you can go with two timed spanks to his ass followed by a whip with the flogger.
Jungkook hits the mattress once, burying his face in the sheets deeply. Then he groans. He groans with such raw and honest ecstasy, you find religion in it.
Smack!
You love the sound the flogger makes. High pitched and sharp. Exactly how it feels to be struck with it. Sharp and with precise dots of pain sprawling all over his skin. Jungkook twists the sheets when you hit him again, kicking the floor weakly.
You watch his kicking legs, running your eyes along his tensing thighs. The redness of his ass has spread down along them the slightest bit.
"So stupid", you say, forcing them apart and keeping them that way by sticking the sturdy handle of the flogger between them.
You lean forward, inspecting Jungkook’s rock hard cock stuffed into the fishnets.
You have to stop pinning him down with your knee in the new position, but Jungkook has been flogged into a state of droopiness, which means you can do things like force his legs apart and slip your knee from his back to instead straddle it.
"So heavy and big", you rasp, placing your hand on his cock to rub it.
Jungkook lets out a delicious moan, rolling his hips into the mattress edge.
Slap!
"Oh", his head shoots up.
You just spanked his balls, sending sharp pain through them.
He feels the fishnets rip right around his cock and then your fingers fish him out of the new hole you created. The position forces you to have to tug his cock back and squeeze his balls in the process. Jungkook swears he becomes soaking wet because of it.
"So wet", you rasp, digging your thumb into his slit harshly, "such a nasty whore."
Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, twisting the sheets. You are so rough, he's in heaven.
Slap!
"F-fuck", he whispers, dropping his head, "fuck."
You are spanking his hard cock, holding it in your palm while your other strikes down on him without mercy.
They are singular spanks at first until you turn into the cruelest person ever and begin slapping him without a pause. Just tiny little spanks, placed with care yet enough precision to torture his sensitive parts.
Jungkook squirms.
Jungkook kicks the floor.
Jungkook moans squeakily.
And Jungkook flees your spanks with honesty.
You tug him back, continuing your never ending slaps even if he is squirting precum everywhere.
"Please stop."
Jungkook begins begging.
"Please stop. Please stop, you’re making me cum. Please stop."
You laugh, stopping your spanks just to jerk him off three times. Harsh and angrily.
"Fuck please. Please I'm cumming, please stop."
"Why should I?"
"Please", Jungkook groans, body twitching uncontrollably.
You stop.
Slap!
"Please!" he wails, "I'm fucking begging you, please don’t make me cum."
"You're so funny, imagine being such a pain slut that you cum from being hit", you say, dropping his cock harshly.
Jungkook sighs in relief, "thank you…"
You crawl off of him and lay down next to him. With a harsh tug on his hair you tilt his head up, locking eyes with him. He looks so high on pleasure.
"Your ass is fucking deep red", you tell him, smiling happily.
"Good", he says and gulps, blinking droopily, "fucking kiss me."
"Fuck, I love you so much", you fall into a passionate kiss, kissing him in the uncomfortable position until your necks ache.
You break it with a moan, giving him a smile and soft caress of his cheek.
"I love you too", Jungkook mumbles.
"Good", you say and giggle, dropping his head and sitting back up.
You crawl back on top of him, running your hands over his ass. His skin is as hot as coal. He flinches at the first contact, shivering afterwards.
The fishnets rip easily, making the most amazing sound as they do. So now you exposed his ass to you. He is at your mercy. No fabric in the world can stop you from doing whatever you want to him and he is loving it.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Taking what's mine", you answer him, forcing his buttocks apart to expose his rim to you.
He clenches it instinctively.
"Look at this slutty hole", you say, "stop clenching, will you?"
Jungkook clenches even more, earning himself a flick of your finger to it. The pain is sharp and stings.
"Shit", he gasps, relaxing instantly.
"Better, I hate having to force my way into there. You know that don’t you?"
"Just do it, will you?" he throws back.
"No", you say nonchalantly, lowering yourself afterwards to run your tongue over it.
Jungkook shudders, growing completely limp in bliss. His thighs become so soft, his knees so weak, the tension in his back ceases to exist as well. Limp like a little doll, he lies on the mattress as he tries to rationalise the fact that your tongue is on his hole.
You slurp deliciously, ending it with a gentle suck to his rim, "so yummy", you murmur, licking him with the flat of your tongue repeatedly, "so good, that’s so good."
"Don't stop", he begs, feeling so lightheaded. The contrast of getting his ass whipped sensitive to you running your tongue over his hole so gently, gets him way too good. The first heat was harsh and painful and now you replaced it with a comfortable heat, soft and gentle. Jungkook feels his head pounding because of it.
You begin probing at his hole with the tip of your tongue, trying to get him to open up. And Jungkook really, really tries to relax. He swears that he tries with all his willpower. He wants your tongue inside so bad. But his body only works with him as far before he can’t physically relax any more and so he ends up with you lifting your head in defeat.
"Stop clenching", you hiss, spreading him further to force his hole open.
"I'm not, back please", he begs with desperate demand in his voice.
You spit on his hole, "shut up, I do what I want", you growl, picking up your spit to spread it around his hole harshly.
Jungkook mewls and kicks the floor. He is not complaining, this feels so good. So good in fact that he reaches behind himself to take over for you with holding himself open. You study the way his painted nails dig into his red skin, feeling your pussy throb at the view.
"Such a pretty slut", you praise, "keep yourself open, that’s it", you say, putting pressure on his rim.
Jungkook makes a sound of anticipation. The pressure is so intense, riles him up so well, leaves him aching. When does it stop? When will your thumb slip in?
"Faster", he demands, rolling his hips up.
"Will you", you pin him down harshly and spank his left cheek, "stop demanding shit?"
"But you told me the only begs you want from me are begs to go harder", he throws back, wiggling his hips.
Another spank to his right cheek almost makes him sob. The position allows you to land it right on the more sensitive inner parts of his ass, missing his hole by a hair's width.
"Will you be quiet? How dare you talk back", you say in an angry snarl.
"What do you want from me? I'm just saying" he throws back.
You spank him again, ending it by reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls harshly.
Jungkook shudders, body growing weak. His fingers slip from his ass just slightly, his thighs try to close and because of the flogger fail. The pressure on his balls grows.
"Any more bratty words from you?" you warn, tightening your grip.
Jungkook spills tears. Holy shit, his balls feel like bursting. Holy fuck, he can’t breathe.
"Are you behaving? Mhm?" you challenge, tugging on them with the pressure still intact.
"Yes!" he exclaims, "yes please I'll be good! Please stop, I'm gonna burst."
"Good boy", you praise, releasing his balls. You watch in delight as they throb in desperation, smirking to yourself. You edged him. You know that you did. Your pain slut of a husband almost climaxed from getting his balls crushed.
"Such a slut", you say, caressing his heavy balls before returning to his hole, "hold yourself open."
Jungkook follows with shaky fingers.
"Good boy. See? It’s so much easier when you are a good little whore and listen to me", you taunt, tracing his pretty hole.
He huffs out air, furrowing his brows. If you keep taunting him like that he can't guarantee that he won't start talking back again.
Your weight leaves his body, your hand comes down on his ass to support your weight instead. Jungkook tries to sneak a glance at what you are doing, eyes lingering on your ass in those leather pants before flitting to your hand. You are fumbling with something on the ground and lift it into his view. The lube bottle. Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, trying to keep his breathing steady. So it begins. Next a small plug. A little longer than your pinky finger and just about thicker than his thumb.
"Bigger", he says, making you look over your shoulder.
"Are you watching me?" you ask, studying his face.
He nods his head, "need it bigger, please."
"Tch slut", you say, clicking your tongue and turning away from him. You drop the small plug to instead go for another one. It is made out of glass, starting off small and becoming thicker at the end. Three balls, growing in size, make the entire experience so much more intense.
You look at him, "better?"
"Yeah", he whispers, eyeing it with such longing.
You turn away and sit back down on him.
Jungkook closes his eyes, wanting nothing more than get surprised by each second you stretch him open.
He tenses up when he suddenly hears the distinct click of the lube bottle opening.
"More", you order and Jungkook tries his best to spread himself further.
He knows he was successful when he feels the cold trickle of the lube on his rim, having to moan because of it.
"Cold?" you ask, discarding the lube bottle next to you.
"Yeah", he answers you.
"Good", you say, poking your fingers into the lube to spread it. You run them all the way from where his tailbone starts down to his plump balls. He needs to look the part and that means spreading the lube everywhere.
Once happy, you return to his hole, massaging it in circular motions. He relaxes it as best as possible, spreading himself apart more.
One push to his rim and the lube and his willingness to get stuffed forces your fingers to slip in completely.
"Holy fuck", Jungkook croaks, bucking his hips up, "fuck, oh god."
"Slipped in so easily, jesus christ you’re seriously such a whore", you taunt, fucking your fingers in and out of him. You don’t do this for long. Just a few time to get a good feel of him. This was solely to make sure his insides are coated. You slip out again to spread lube on the toy.
Jungkook waits with his back heaving up and down quickly underneath you. He is seriously so adorable because of how eager he is to get stuffed.
You rest the tip of the toy against his rim and push, watching with eager eyes as his hole swallows the toy all the way up to the second ball. Then he tenses, swallowing at the same time as he whimpers.
“Good?” you ask him.
“Really cold, burns”, he says.
“That’s what glass toys are, yeah”, you say, “relax, you can do it.”
Jungkook tries to do so with a squirm of his thighs. It sadly makes the flogger slip and for the makeshift spreader bar to cease working, but Jungkook is so far gone into wanting to be stuffed that he still keeps his legs open. You push, forcing his hole to open and close around the second ball. Further and further, making the smooth shaft of the toy glide inside until the biggest ball at the end stops you again.
Jungkook breathes in and out so deeply and loudly that you have to look over your shoulder. You can’t see a lot of his face as the ruffled sheets hide it from you but his fingers are relaxed on his butt which means he was good.
You push again, watching in delight as his hole opens up oh so slowly as that big ball slips inside. Fuck, the glass is giving you such a good view of how pink and tight he is inside, all pressed up against the toy and glistening in the lube. The thickest part of the ball slips past his rim, causing a domino effect of reactions. The toy slips in quickly until the flat base, Jungkook whines and tenses around it.
Almost salivating in arousal, you watch how he struggles and struggles without being able to close up again.
“Glass toys are seriously the best shit ever”, you say, running your fingers around the base, “I can see right into your slutty little hole”, you add, pressing down on the toy to shift it a little.
“It’s so deep”, he groans, pressing his thighs together.
You slap them apart again, “stay open”, you order, “I want to see your plugged hole.”
“C-can you see a lot?” he asks.
"I can see everything. Mhhm, you’re so tight and pink inside. And so wet too. You have such a pretty hole."
"Fuck I wanna see", he whines - no - sobs.
“Stay still”, you tell him and Jungkook obeys, waiting with perked ears for whatever you are doing. He can’t hear anything, he just feels you shifting around a little, “spread yourself.”
He follows, feeling the pressure inside of him grow afterwards as you fix the toy inside him. The pressure subsides, the intense stretch remains.
“There we go.”
A bright light, then a second and third time.
Your weight leaves his back, he feels the mattress dent beside him. Your hand running through his hair makes him open his eyes.
“Look”, you say, shoving your phone all up in his face.
Jungkook blinks to get used to the brightness, widening his eyes the moment they focused on the picture you are showing him. There it is. His stuffed ass on full display with the glass toy giving a good view deep into him. It makes his cock throb like crazy. So that’s how he looks right now. No wonder he feels as stretched as he does.
"Aren't you so pretty?"
"Yeah", he croaks, "what are you gonna do with that pic?” he asks, looking at you instead.
“I’ll keep them and look at them whenever I need a reminder that I married a slut”, you tell him with a sweet giggle, pecking his lips.
Jungkook lifts his head, kissing you back eagerly. You break the kiss way too early for his taste, leaving him to frown at you.
“Adorable”, you say, squishing his cheek.
“Kiss me again”, he begs, staring at your lips droopily.
“Nah”, you dismiss him, removing yourself just to sit back down on his back and return to his ass.
You wrap your fingers around the base of the glass toy so you can finally begin fucking it in and out of him.
“Oh god, yeah”, Jungkook groans, dropping his head and closing his eyes again. He doesn’t mind anymore that you didn’t kiss him again. You are fucking his ass and that’s all that matters. You do so until the very beginning of the toy, going oh so slow when you press it back inside to make him really feel the balls and going oh so fast when you pull it back out to overwhelm his little hole with pressing out the balls. Jungkook doesn’t know what’s harder to bear. The slow stretch or having to squeeze out the toy with such little patience. What he does know, is that each time his rim finally manages one of the balls, he feels his entire lower body convulse for a good second and his lower tummy tense like crazy.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please keep going”, he begs, floating on the sensations.
It is not long and that delicious feeling of struggling with the balls has disappeared. Jungkook is so sad, it doesn’t feel so intense anymore. Why does he have to be so easily stretched open? Why does have to love anal so much? Can’t he struggle a little longer? He is so angry at himself for being such a slut. He needs to struggle again, please.
You know that he isn’t struggling anymore. Up until a few seconds ago, you felt a little resistance with each thrust, but now it feels as if you are fucking a smooth dildo into him. The balls do nothing for him anymore.
“You’re so loosened up”, you tell him.
“I know”, he sounds out of breath, “bigger, I’m begging you.”
You stuff the toy back into him and busy yourself with getting the next one ready. A good layer of lube and then it is ready. You pull the glass toy out, discarding it on the laid out dirty-toy-towel for later clean up. His hole looks stretched out even now that nothing is inside. All soft and differently shaped than it was when you started playing with him. So pretty.
You place the toy against his hole. You can’t wait to fill it up with your strap. Knowing Jungkook, it won’t be long anymore until he is finally ready and you don’t have to hold back any longer. Soon and you can rail him stupid.
You push, gasping with Jungkook at how easily it slips in. Inch by inch until you bottom out with your pinky finger squeezed between the base and his body.
You give him a few seconds of getting used to it. He tries to rub his thighs together, but you stop him wordlessly. So he rolls his hips up instead. Then he drops lifelessly and huffs out air oh so loudly.
“What is it? Don’t like it?” you taunt.
“It’s, it’s not….are you messing with me? Is that the same toy?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.
“No it’s not”, you say, shaking your head. You hide it from his view with your body.
“But”, he looks devastated, “it’s not bigger.”
“Yes Kook, it’s bigger. Quite a lot actually.”
“No it’s not”, he frowns, “you’re fucking with me. Give me something bigger.”
“Control your tongue”, you warn, forcing the toy deeper.
“Ah”, he lets out, furrowing his brows.
“Wanna know a secret, Kook?” you taunt.
He nods his head.
You lift your hips, revealing the toy.
“You’re taking the dildo I first pegged you with.”
Jungkook stares at the pink, glittery dildo peeking out between his buttocks with widened eyes. That dildo felt huge in that first fateful night. Jungkook worried for his poor hole back then, struggling so much that he wondered if his hole just wasn’t build for anal sex. It was so huge to him back then. And now it feels like nothing. He barely even feels it, almost as if he is lying there with nothing in his ass.
Jungkook crumbles, “please fuck me please”, he begs with little sniffles spilling out of him, “please I’m begging you, fuck me please.”
“I was hoping you’d say that”, you say, pulling the dildo out in one swift movement.
His hole makes the nastiest, sluttiest sound in surprise, spilling the lube everywhere.
“Fuck, god sorry that was so loud”, he says, clenching it as he has to laugh.
You chuckle, “I love that sound”, you say, holding him apart to check on his well-stretched rim. You lean down and trace it with your tongue.
Jungkook’s laughter cuts off abruptly. He drops his head and squishes his cheek in the process.
“Mhm so good”, you say, kissing his hole, “can’t wait to breed it. Take your shirt off in the meantime”, you add, climbing off of him to finally strap yourself into the gear.
The leather harness of your strap sits snuggly around your waist, spanning down to your upper thighs and ending there in two neatly done buckles. You secure them tightly, tracing the straps all the way up to where you secured the huge dildo. Ten inches in length and with a heavy girth. You can barely even close your fingers around it as you spread the lube on it. The best part about it however was the built-in tube which enables the cock to squirt cum whenever you wanted it to. And that was the hottest shit you have ever been able to do.
You force yourself between Jungkook’s legs, laying the heavy cock atop his ready ass. You lean forward, placing your weight on his back. With a harsh tug you tilt his head up, forcing his ear to brush against your lips as you speak.
“I’m going to breed you like the slutty, dumb whore you are and you are going to beg me to go harder, are we understood?” you rasp, feeling him shiver underneath you.
“Yeah, understood”, he squeaks out, nodding his head as best as your punishing hand in his hair allows him to.
“Good and what are we saying if it gets too much?”
“Red”, he croaks.
“Good job, remember it well. Puppy.”
“Fuck seriously”, he laughs breathily, “please just fuck me, I need it.”
“Mhm”, you drop his head harshly and straighten up.
You grind your big cockhead against his hole with slow rolls of your hips as your hands are busy preparing the lube for him.
“Such a slutty little boy”, you say, “you look so sexy in those fishnets, fuck.”
Jungkook wiggles, earning himself a spank.
“Stay still, I gotta prepare you”, you warn, placing the nuzzle of the already filled up lube syringe against his hole. You slip in without warning, Jungkook barely reacts because of how tiny it feels to him. You squeeze the lube into him and once again he barely reacts, mind occupied with nothing except finally getting that cock up his ass.
“There we go”, you say, discarding the now empty syringe. You slap your cock against his hole, spanking it repeatedly, “now you’re ready. Relax, I’m not gonna go slow.”
"Okay."
You thrust forward, forcing your huge cock into him.
“Ah!” Jungkook flees the harsh breach, squirming on the mattress and kicking the floor with such vigour that he accidentally lands one kick on your butt as well.
You pin him down, twisting his harness tightly to really have a grip on him.
He whimpers, tilting his head back and so you use the opportunity to tug his hair, forcing his panicky eyes to lock with yours.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take the cock? Mhm? Did you demanding little slut overestimate yourself?” you taunt, fucking the huge toy in an out of him slowly yet in its entirety.
Jungkook squeezes tears out of his eyes, reaching behind himself to grab your wrist tightly. His fingers are clammy.
He croaks out sounds then his lips fall open. Tears roll down his cheeks, his lashes flutter. Another attempt of talking. You paint circles with your hips as you are buried inside him to the hilt. A little sound escapes him then the shakiest and most pleasure-distorted “thank you” rolls over his tongue. Jungkook completely gives up afterwards, head slacking in your hold and eyes falling closed.
“Fuck baby, I love a well-mannered slut so much” you praise, dropping his head and harness to instead really straighten up. You grip his hips, ripping the fishnets further open for the sole purpose of needing them ruined. You need all of him ruined. His hair, his makeup, his fishnets, his ass. You need to ruin him for acting up the entire night. With a harsh tug, you tilt his hips up and then finally begin the promise you made him. No more slow thrusts to get him used to it, now Jungkook has to get used to the size by getting drilled stupid with it. If he wants to or not.
Jungkook reacts accordingly, convulsing on the mattress with his knees starting a measly attempt to lift himself. You pin him back down, spanking his right ass cheek.
“Stay down, I’m telling you when I want you on your knees”, you bark, punishing him with a deep, harsh thrust right out of your hips. Skin slaps against skin, his hole is squelching and squirting, his little feet tap the floor repeatedly as he squirms and shakes.
Jungkook swears that he will have a sore throat at the end of this night. He can’t stop moaning and wailing for you. It feels so fucking good. Your cock is so huge. It is so goddamn huge. Jungkook feels it shift inside his belly from its immense size, hitting spots inside of him he never thought able to have hit. His hole is so stretched open, he spills tears at the sheer thought of how loose he will be for the next days.
“Fuck Jungkook that feels so fucking good”, you pant, “I’m fucking you with ten inches, you’re such a slut, ah”, you moan loudly, spanking his ass as a reward, “my ten inch slut, fucking shit, urgh.”
Jungkook’s moans pitch, growing in volume. Ten inches. He didn’t think that he had it in himself. But now he does. Quite literally. He has ten inches of your cock inside in him and he feels like a complete blissed-out whore.
“Yes, keep moaning like that. Such a whore, such a loud slut. Just for me”, you encourage him, squeezing his hips into the mattress just so you can thrust even harder into him. Your arms are shaking and yet you don’t want to stop, your back is so arched, your thighs are so tense. But you can’t stop. You need to fuck. You need to breed. Need to make him yours. Turn him into an open, loose cumhole.
“You deserve it, you deserve it so much. Slut, fucking slut”, you chant, spanking him every now and then to make sure his ass stays red and sensitive. His hole isn’t the only thing that should stay reminded of who owns him. You want him unable to sit for the next few days, maybe even dripping way too much cum for an extra little bonus.
“I’m such a slut! Holy fuck I’m so stuffed! Gonna cum so good!” Jungkook answers you, twisting the sheets as angrily as he can. His nipples and heavy piercings are rubbing right against the sheets and kt feels so fucking good. His tattooed arms are tensed, as is his sculpted back. The view is delicious, but not as delicious as his bubble butt taking your huge cock. His hole is so pink, moving around your girthy shaft, stretching so far, squirting so much lube, sounding so pretty. His ass looks so good in those ruined fishnets, his thighs are stretching the thin material to its limits. And those little hairs on his legs, all ruffled up and sticking out between the thin netting. You seriously could eat him whole.
“You are. You’re such a pretty slut, fuck Kook those fishnets make me so wild”, you pant, slowing down your movements for a quick moment to catch your breath, “gonna cum so hard too, hear me? Breeding your ass makes me cum so good.”
Jungkook swears he could pass out. Making you cum through his own actions? Spectacular. Getting used to make you cum? Amazing. Getting told that you are going to cum from pegging his ass? His death. Jungkook loves getting fucked by you so much and knowing that the entire act is so pleasurable to you too that you can cum, makes him want to cry for hours.
“Harder please!” and so he cries out to you, “harder, please harder. Harder!”
“Urgh shit, yes”, you growl behind him. You broaden your stance, pulling his hips back onto your girthy cock repeatedly as the newfound leverage allows you to really drill into him.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m a whore! Feel so good! Harder!”
“You’re so cute”, you laugh manically, “I don’t even have to call you names anymore, fuck such a good whore.”
The floorboards beneath you creak, covered in a small puddle of lube, which you managed to already fuck out of him. It looks so wet and liquid by now, warmed up by his ass and your ruthless fuck. It looks so pretty as it runs out of and down his balls and throbbing cock until dripping on the floor. His cock. It rubs against the floor each time you are balls deep inside him and torture his deepest parts with angry thrusts. It lies there right in the tiny puddle, making you wonder if there was truly only lube dirtying your floors or if you are fucking him so well that his cock can’t stop leaking. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. Jungkook’s such an ass slut after all.
“Harder, harder, harder”, Jungkook chants, voice becoming higher and higher.
You growl, furrowing your brows. You know his squirming and that endless begging. You release the grip on his hips, placing your hands next to them instead. Jungkook begins instantly, fucking himself back onto your cock in messy, hard thrusts. Exactly how you figured. He has reached his peak sluttiness where your amazing, hard thrusts aren’t enough anymore no matter how hard you fuck him and all that helps is him meeting you in equally as hard squirms.
Jungkook groans and grunts, voice contorted in ecstasy. He doesn’t even truly sound like your Jungkook anymore. Except that he does. Because you know your husband and you know that the sounds he is currently making are the most honest and rawest sounds you will ever hear from him. They are because of you and just for you.
You tug his hips up until he can rest on his knees, knowing very well that he needs that. He keeps his torso pressed into the mattress, back so terribly arched you wonder if he wants to snap his spine.
"Yes! Fuck yes! Oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes" he chants in ecstacy.
Needing more leverage, you make yourself bigger, putting one foot down on the floor. It enables you to fuck Jungkook from the same height you fucked him in as he was lying down for you but with the added bonus of having new strength in your legs and truly going to town on him.
He slams into the mattress with the first thrust, air knocking out of him in a guttural “hrng” sound followed by a honest and desperate grunt and heavy moan.
“I’m going insane, you’re such a good slut”, you croak, watching the sweat drip from your forehead and landing on his fucked-open hole.
“I have to cum”, he wails, fucking back harder and harder, “I have to cum, Mistress. C-can you hear me?”
“I hear you. You can cum but-“
Jungkook interrupts you by climaxing with a wail of your name and his cock ruining everything beneath him. You fuck him right through it, holding his hips with your own knees buckling. Shit. You grind your teeth. You are so close. Your pussy is throbbing like crazy in your pants.
Jungkook wails up then, reminding you that you were still fucking him like an animal.
“Please wait please”, he chants, reaching behind himself as his hips lift themselves desperately.
“That’s your own fault for falling into my words”, you slap his hands away and force his fleeing hips back on your huge cock, “I wanted to say that you can only cum when you are aware that I have to keep fucking you afterwards. Your own fault when you dumb slut cum before I can finish my sentence.”
“Holy shit”, Jungkook collapses back on the floor right into his puddle of cum. Like this his cock is getting squeezed, giving you a good view of his continues streaks spilling out of him as you milk his prostate dry.
He sobs miserably, reaching behind himself to hold his clenching hole open for your girth.
“I know, I feel sorry too, but you were such a slut tonight, I have to punish you.”
“I can’t stop”, he somehow gets out and then you realise that he isn’t crying from too much fucking, he is crying because he can’t stop cumming because of you.
“That’s because you’re a dirty, pretty asswhore”, you say and spank him, “such a greedy slut for cock up his ass. You’re supposed to cum, hear me Jungkook? That’s what good bitches like you are supposed to do.”
“Fuck please slow down, I can’t stop”, his voice contorts into a loud and endless moan as his body squirms again in a torturous orgasm. It feels like fire is an understatement to Jungkook. Maybe lava. That’s hotter than fire, right? He is burning up from the inside out, fearing for himself all whilst riding on that fear like an addict. All that orgasming and cumming made his stomach so tight that he can now truly feel every single inch of your ten inch cock shift inside himself.
“Baby, Jungkookie baby”, your voice is trembling behind him, “baby, I’m cumming.”
Your hips still, your nails are almost breaking through his skin. Jungkook listens to the weak, yet terribly happy moans you let out as you shake in your high, fucking his hips back on your cock in desperate search for one more high. And then he feels it. Masses and masses of sticky, wet cum shooting up his ass.
“Mine”, you growl through your shakes, squeezing down on the pump with shaking fingers.
“Ah!” he gets out and then the thought of being bred by you like a whore sets him off for his last big crescendo of the night. Jungkook cries loudly, thanking you repeatedly while his entire body feels like floating.
“My slutty whore”, you croak, dropping your head in exhaustion, “holy fuck.”
The pump finally becomes empty, slipping out of your hands and rolling right into Jungkook’s cum puddle.
“Thank you”, Jungkook sobs, body twitching in the aftershocks.
“Yeah”, you let out a breathy laugh, “fuck, baby”, you place your hands on his butt, massaging it softly, “you did such a good job.”
“I can feel it inside me”, he says and whimpers.
“Good, that’s what you’re supposed to do”, you say, “you’re my bred slut now, hear me?”
“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I love being your bred slut.”
“I know you do”, you smile, caressing his sweaty lower back, “now relax, I’m pulling out. It’ll get messy.”
You slip out easily, gawking at Jungkook’s gaping hole presenting itself to you. It makes the wettest, most well-fucked sounds ever, squirting your white creamy cum.
“Shit”, he laughs, forcing more cum and sounds out of him, “you fucked me well, my ass says so too.”
“Yeah so good”, you chuckle, picking up your dripping cum, “you sound like such a well bred boy like this, love hearing those sounds.”
“God baby, don’t wanna be empty”, he whines, hole still so open for more.
“Need some training?” you ask him.
“Yeah, train me please”, he begs.
And so you push the biggest buttplug you own inside him again, plugging him up and forcing the rest of the cum to stay inside. You will exchange the plug for the next smallest one after some time and then the next smallest one and the next, but for now he needs to stay plugged up and filled with cum. Jungkook needs that kind of reverse training often, he says it's incredibly sensual to him.
“There all done”, you say, kissing his tailbone, “now you’re all plugged up. Nothing can escape now.”
“Good”, he says, “wanna stay bred forever”, he says, turning around to fall onto his back. Like this his hair is all sprawled out, cock lying completely ruined between his legs.
You laugh, “that’s very ambitious of you”, you say, crawling on top of him to straddle him.
Jungkook runs his hands up your legs and to your cock, jerking it off slowly.
“I can’t believe that was inside of me. It’s so huge”, he says, rolling his thumb into the cum hole, “that looks so realistic.”
“I guess, if your cock’s blue with silver sparkles.”
He laughs, “you know how I meant it. That looks like a real cockhead.”
“Mhm, if only I could feel through it”, you say, leaning down to cup his face and kiss him.
Jungkook runs his hands up your back until he has a bundle of your hair between his fingers to pull your closer.
The kiss only breaks because you both have to breathe. If air wasn’t so important, you would have kissed until dawn.
“Your cock’s the only one I need, I hope you know that”, he says, “it’s better than any real cock ever could be.”
“You really think so?”
He nods his head, cupping your cheek. His eyes are spilling over in love, still so glassy from getting fucked so well. His makeup is so, so smudged, cheeks carrying black streaks from all the crying he did.
“Thank you”, he whispers, “you tick every fucking box and more. I mean, who can say that they have a wife who can change her cock how she pleases? How cool is that? You’re like a shapeshifter, no wait, cockshifter.”
You snort, spilling some tears for unexplainable reasons. Maybe it’s because Jungkook makes you feel so happy and good and maybe it’s because he loves you so unconditionally that sometimes you wonder when those conditions finally come.
“Fuck, you idiot”, you press out, resting your forehead on his, “being a cockshifter actually sounds kinda cool. It makes me sound so badass.”
“You are so badass”, he insists.
“Thank you”, you murmur, sniffling quietly.
“I love you so much, you know?” he whispers, drying your cheeks.
You peel your eyes open, feeling the need to smile instantly. He is so pretty.
“I love you too, like crazy”, you breathe.
He smiles, tracing the little smile lines along your eyes.
“Phew”, he lets out, exhaling deeply, “do you think I’ll ever be able to close up again?”
“I don’t know”, you giggle, “you kinda gaped a lot when I pulled out.”
“I felt it”, he closes his eyes, settling back into the mattress and closing his eyes, “I hope I never close up again.”
“You’re wishing a lot of things tonight, aren’t you?” you laugh, settling on top of him with your face nuzzled into his neck.
“Yeah”, he grins, tracing your spine, “do you think the others are still at the party?”
“Probably? I’m glad we aren’t though.”
“Yeah? Cause we fucked?”
“Yeah, duh? Seriously, I don’t know if you noticed, but a bitch was horny tonight.”
“I couldn’t tell at all”, he says sarcastically and laughs.
You chuckle, snuggling closer to him.
“Sorry, sorry. I know I was wild”, you mumble, kissing his sweaty neck.
“It was perfect, don’t apologize. I love it when you’re like tonight. It’s so hot.”
“Good, cause you’ll be getting that again one day.”
“Good, I’m counting on it.”
You chuckle happily and so does Jungkook.
“We have to do so much cleaning though.”
“Can that wait? I want snuggies”, he says cutely.
“Of course, snuggies are the most important thing right now”, you promise him, nuzzling into him, “my cutie pattootie Googie Boogie Woogie Shoogie, love you so much, my sweetie.”
Jungkook giggles cutely, heart racing like crazy in his chest. Being loved by you is the best thing in his life!
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“When Jungkook tries to make you forgive him.”
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: she is sulky & he is a dork, this is just cute and lovely
Wordcount: 1.1k
a/n: i have so many sweet ideas with this couple lately and you’ll get all of them. This is legit just something quick and cute because I love them 🥺
"Knock, knock", Jungkook says as he knocks on your door, "can I come in?" he asks and without waiting for an answer, enters your room, “darling are you still awake?” he asks.
You let him know that you are indeed awake by turning even more of your back to him.
You aren’t sleeping in bed tonight. You decided that after having a big fight with your husband about his recent tardiness to your dates. It happened two times already. Today was the third time. He was supposed to meet you for lunch at the diner, but didn’t show up until twenty minutes too late. And because you slept terribly this morning and were already very sensitive about everything, you ended up fighting with him.
Thankfully you both had to leave for the rest of your shifts, which prevented the fight from escalating, but the annoyance for him still remained. Not even the big bouquet of flowers he brought home could sway your forgiveness.
"How is my chocolate swirl vanilla fudge doing?" he asks in hopes that the stupid nickname he chose will warm your heart.
It doesn’t. You still keep your back turned to him, lying on your mattress with a pillow between your legs and a big frown on your face.
You and Jungkook have separate rooms in your forever home. It was the best decision ever, as it gives both of you a safe space of your own to escape to if you wanted to be alone.
Jungkook decided to fill his space with his painting stuff and a gaming set-up, while you went with a bohemian chillout cave. A hanging chair, a big couch in front of a TV and a big mattress right by the window give opportunity for relaxation. You and Jimin spent many movie nights here, talking greatly about your husbands and sharing wine.
Jungkook squats down next to the mattress.
"Is this idiot allowed to lie down?" he asks.
You don’t answer him.
So he pokes your hip.
"Beep, beep here comes the snuggle police”, he says, placing his palm on your hip, “according to my calculations, you haven’t received the correct amount of snuggles yet and I’m here to change that.”
You move your hips away, pulling the pillow, you have been hugging, closer to your chest.
Jungkook huffs out air, but doesn’t give up. He crawls onto the mattress, but not before having to painstakingly remove your decorative pillows.
He picks up one and another one and another one and one more and there goes another.
"Geez, why do you have so many pillows?" he says picking up two more, "it's never ending", two more and then he can finally reach you, "finally."
He sits down behind you with his legs bent. He places his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly.
"My peanut butter cookie dough, are you still mad at me?" he asks in a soft voice.
You huff out air, shaking off his hand. He can’t sway you with cute nicknames. Never, ever.
"My caramel chocolate brownie", he whines, draping his arm around your waist, "I fucked up, I’m really sorry."
You acknowledge him with a hum and a small nod of your head.
Jungkook rests his cheek on your shoulder, looking at you with big puppy eyes.
"Please don’t be mad at me anymore", he whispers with a pout.
"Your head's heavy", you say, wiggling your shoulder.
Jungkook slips off, sighing sadly afterwards.
"My cherry sorbet", he whines, changing positions so he is back hugging you, "what do you need to feel better?" he asks, resting his cheek on your shoulder again, “I can’t fall asleep when you’re mad at me, please my blueberry cheesecake.”
You like how he hugs you. You like having your back against his chest and your butt snuggled into his crotch. You also think that the nicknames are hilarious. He is such a dork and so cute and there may be a possibility that you kinda want to forgive him, but you also have a sense of pride left in you. Some may call it stubbornness however.
"Don't know", you mumble, "I'm just mad."
"Because I was late today?"
"Yeah and the other two dates before that."
"I'm sorry. It won’t happen again."
"Sure."
"Hey, my matcha latte with whipped cream don’t doubt me."
You can’t stop it, you have to let out a little laugh. The names are just too funny. Jungkook picks up on it instantly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
"You're so cute when you laugh, my lettuce."
"Lettuce? What the hell?" you get out before having to crack up.
Jungkook chuckles with you, pecking your cheek repeatedly.
You flip onto your back, meeting his eyes.
"You're so stupid", you say.
"But I made you laugh, that’s all that matters", he says, leaning in to peck the tip of your nose.
You roll your eyes, smiling fondly.
Jungkook cups your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb.
"I'm sorry for today. I could have at least texted", he says.
"At least you know what to do next time. You know, I love having lunch together with you, it's a really good idea you had. But if you keep running late it feels as if you weren’t even honest about wanting it."
"I know and I won’t do it again. This week's just been way too stressful and I have so much shit going on in my mind that I always forget the time. It wasn’t your fault, just me being an idiot as always.”
"Don't say that, you're not an idiot."
Jungkook gives you a shy smile.
"Well most of the time of course. You can be an idiot sometimes", you tease.
"Hey", Jungkook complains with a pout.
One you wipe away by brushing your finger over his lips.
"But you’re my idiot", you say.
"And do you love this idiot even if he messed up today?" he asks shyly, making puppy eyes at you.
"So, so much", you say, dancing your fingertips over his forehead and temples.
Jungkook exhales in relief and grins.
"I love you too, my egg."
"Stop", you snort, "those nicknames are not it."
"Yeah, they are. They’re funny."
"I guess, but I don’t wanna be called an egg", you say, hooking your fingers behind his neck.
"Then maybe tomato?" he jokes, moving in closer.
"No, stop", you laugh, pulling him into a kiss.
Jungkook laughs right with you, kissing you back even if all the giggling and laughing you are doing is making it difficult.
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You run your eyes over his newly exposed cock. It lies hard and flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. No wonder he needed to be freed. It looks so painful.
“Does it hurt, mhm?” you taunt, guiding your fingers over his cock without ever touching him.
Jungkook swears he can feel your touch, panting heavily as the ghost of your fingers drags its claws down his aching length.
“Mhm-hmh”, he gets out, nodding his head vigorously.
“Tzt, poor boy”, you say with pity in your voice and despite that, you lift your hand again, never giving him what he craves most.
Jungkook huffs out air in desperate whines, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You can’t see his desperate gaze as you are busy looking at his pretty hole. Soft. Flushed just like his cock. Jungkook likes to wax himself. Well, he has someone else doing it, but point is that he is obsessed with being smooth for you. Not a single strand of hair adorns his body, his skin aches to be messied by you.
You connect the pads of your fingers with his hole and draw circles.
“Mhhhhm”, Jungkook lets out, throwing his head back and rolling his hips into your touch. This feels so good. He ached for the first touch like winter aches for snow and now that he finally has it, Jungkook might actually burst in pleasure. It feels so good. So, so good. He keeps rolling his hips instinctively as he chases your fingers.
You chuckle, “so needy”, you taunt and apply just a little pressure on his rim, “and soft.”
“Mhmhmhm.”
“Speak up.”
Jungkook clenches his hole needily, begging you with foggy eyes.
“You don’t want it?” you act oblivious, retreating your touch.
“Mhm!” he lets out loudly and looks for your touch with squirmy hips.
“No?”
He shakes his head, fucking the air desperately.
“So you do want me to touch you?”
He nods his head, humming a yes as best as possible. His voice sounds so perfect like this. “You really have to work on your communication, I never know what you want”, you taunt and place your fingers back against his hole...
✭ Uncensored Art & Full Drabble ✭
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Forgive for my english. It's not my first language.
You have transformed into 3 worlds of your creativity/fanfics. You are given to live a month in your fanfics worlds.
Which three OCs do you choose to live for a month and why?
OMFG PLEASE if there is one thing which I want happening to me more than anything it's fucking this 😭😭
Sanguis Universe -> first of all, vampires & magic; I can be a fucking witch living in a big castle with my own greenhouse and antique furniture and literally no worries about money; the biggest selling point? I get to be with yoongi boongie and googie and tete & I get casually fuck hobi if I wanted to; also I'm so sorry for saying this again but yoongi boongie is the biggest selling point, I think I would genuinely never get sad if I know I could date sanguis boongie
OGC -> Jungkook jungkook jungkook; and he's the gentlest man in existence; he's a switch, a kinkster, a cutie and will always keep safe; also omfg your own house by the beach? and you get to live in a small town where all your friends live as well? and you have the most amazing & regular meet ups with your friends? also I get to have Bamie as a dog and I'm cool enough to have tattoos, piercings and a bike omfg a dream; the biggest selling point is googie though and him being the sweetest, most perfect husband ever
Only Yesterday -> I get to live in a small countryside village which is surrounded by nature, mountains, rivers and fields; I own a fucking teashop to which I can get by foot; I get to be friends with the Kim Brothers and work together with Jimin & Hobi and Kookie regularly visits my teashop; I have a cozy cottage with my own sunroom and vintage furniture AND I get to have a cat named Levi; and to top it all of I get to date my cute, lovely, wonderful neighbour Yoongi who is genuinely the sweetest boyfriend ever
I feel like the third place is a lil controversial because you besties probably thought that I'd choose aaol, which don't get me wrong it's on the fourth place on this list. But I don't think the actual lifestyle is really my thing JAJSDF I don't really like the city life and I think having Kook travel around so often for all his CEO business trips would make me feel lonely
Now I'm curious which stories you guys would choose omgmg tell me if you want to because I wanna knooow hehhee
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For the Head cannon ask game for Colonel White/Charles Gray
▼ - childhood headcanon
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
☼ - appearance headcanon
Thank you!!! 😊
Ach, a beloved character of mine! ^^
(Even if I did bump him up to Admiral White so he wouldn't be outranked by... pretty much everybody XD )
▼ - childhood headcanon
Charles was born and raised in London and has a DEEP love of his home. While he was a preteen, his mother's best friend (Ruth Tracy) came to visit for over a year as Charles mother had just suffered a third trimester miscarriage following the boating accident that had also killed his father. Alongside Ruth was her son, Jefferson, who -nearly a decade Charlie's senior- took it upon himself to essentially be there for the young Charlie, basically becoming all but an older brother to the grieving lad.
Jeff talked Ruth into having his two childhood friends, Sam Shore (who by the by is canonically Kansas born like Jeff, so i have it where the duo are from the same town and childhood besties) and Wilbur Zero (also canonically American, so I just plunked him in Kansas as well cause that just strikes my funny bone XD) come out to London to give a very isolated and deeply depressed Charlie some friends. Ruth (and the Shores and Zeros) agreed.
The four ended up incredibly close, and remain good friends to this day, although each respects the secrets they're sure the others have. (Charles, Wilbur, and Sam are all CERTAIN that Jeff is FUNDING International Rescue, and that he might even be allowing IR to operate out of at least one of the locations he owns, although they don't realize that the Tracys ARE IR)
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
Pulling on nCS here (as my old fanfic 'canon' basically merged ogCS and nCS... I made it work, honest), but when Charles finally retires, he'll be living with his wife and while he'll still need to find SOMETHING to engage him... he actually adjusts to retirement well... although he absolutely takes Jeff up on the offer to move to Tracy Island - the Mysterons have left him with a deep paranoia, and Tracy Island is secure enough that he feels safe there... I'm not certain if he's found out the truth of IR yet by that point, though he obviously would be told before moving in XD
☼ - appearance headcanon
Honestly how he looks in the og and new series (he's functionally identical between the two in appearance and behavior). ^^
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