Hi!!!! Okay, first of all, I'm in love with your writing!!!!!! ππππAnd I was wondering (I've never done a story request so if it is horrible, please just ignore it π
) but I was wondering if you could write a story of maybe yandereboyfriend/friend jungkook kinda forces older (not heaps but like 2-5 years older but shes just shy and confused when it comws to sex and intimacy) reader to loose her virginity to him and she likes it at the end?? If this is super uncomfortable, please don't even think about it π
πΆβπ«οΈππ or if you wanna do something completely different, I'd love your writing anyways!!!! πππππ
hello! yes I can :) thank you for sending a request and being so patient! i feel like this yandere is more light than the usual lol
best friends!
jungkook doesn't like the idea of you wanting to loose your virginity to anyone that wasn't him.
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idol version
word count: 6.100
warning: naive/shy reader, mentions of watching porn, childhood friends jungkook + reader, smut scenes, coercion, masturbation, manipulation, light yandere tedancies, jealous jungkook, dub-con moments, dry humping, kissing, nipple sucking, oral sex, loss of virginity, rough sex, dacryphilia, fingering, unprotected sex, spitting,
βYouβll never be able to seduce a man, Noona.β Jungkook laughs boisterously, causing your face to heat up. βYouβre just too shy.β
Jungkookβs eyes watch as your arms cross over your chest, any self-confidence you had slowly falling. He hums, turning over on his bed to face you. He then places a hand on your thigh. βNoonaβ¦β
βStop calling me that, Jungkook.β you murmur. He knows that you prefer to be called by your name, but heβd often ignore you because of how much he enjoys teasing you, even after years of friendship.Β
βYouβre upset with me.β says Jungkook.
βIβve stopped calling you Kookie like you asked.β
Jungkook snorts. βThatβs because the nickname doesnβt fit me anymore. Iβm a man.β his hand squeezes your thigh. βBesides, I said stop calling me that in public. You and I are alone now.β
You and Jungkook have been friends since childhood, your father and his being great friends. The age difference never bothered you as much, and youβd often recall calling Jungkook your baby brother during his primary and middle school days - you having been homeschooled. It was when Jungkook grew in size and age and reached High School did he demand you stop calling him that but never gave a reason as to why.
Even now, as Jungkook and you are adults, the friendship remains. You went to him for whatever you thought you needed and he was there. Moving away from your father had been a big step and finding a job to support yourself was even bigger, but you were never truly alone because you had Jungkook - you and he living together.
Jungkook was the opposite of you. While your job consisted of you being home, he wasnβt. He made friends easily while you remained with a close knit circle. He was more social when needed and you often closed up around people you didnβt know. Most of your friends were Jungkookβs friends that he considered brothers - you recall asking him why he considered them family and not you. Jungkook didnβt give you any reason, stating that youβd never be a sister in his eyes, no matter if he knew you longer or not.
Now you and Jungkook lay in his bed, an action that he insisted on every so often, and watched tv. Heβd often hold you, his breath tickling your ear with how close he was. A certain thought now laid on your mind and when you brought it up to Jungkook, his initial thought was to laugh at you.Β
βI didnβt mean to hurt you, Y/N.β Jungkook sighs. He pushes himself closer to you, the hand on your thigh firmly keeping you in place. βItβs justβ¦you donβt go out much. Youβve been homeschooled your entire life and you donβt really have friends besides the ones I have.β
Jungkook continues. βYou literally cried the first time I showed you porn.β he tries his hardest not to laugh at the memory of you and he, both in High School. You had come over to his home while his parents were working. Jungkook had asked you about it randomly, and when you insisted that you never watched something as normal as porn, he insisted that you and he watch together.Β
Youβre flushed with heat at the embarrassing memory. βYouβ¦β you take a deep breath so your voice wouldnβt crack. βYou told me it was just sex.β
βIs it not?β Jungkook knits his brows.Β
βThey were crying!β
βIn pleasure.β says Jungkook. βI should have started you off easy and not gone into bondage.β low, he begins to laugh. Itβs a memory that heβs fond of. βBut I donβt regret showing you either. It was the first time you came!β
A memory you wished Jungkook would forget - and stop bringing up. That same night he insisted on teaching you about masturbation, telling you that it was normal. Youβve never done so before, feeling weird about it all together, but Jungkook wouldnβt allow you to leave until you at least gave it a try.Β
βYou even cried in pleasure.βΒ
Jungkook closes his eyes, the scene flashing in his mind. How innocent you appeared, completely confused on what in the world you were doing. It was then did Jungkook tell you that heβd talk you through it. It took a half an hour of convincing, of course. Getting you out of your pants, then your underwear.Β
βOpen your legs, Y/N.β Jungkook had said, grabbing your wrist. βPut your fingers rightβ¦there.β he places them onto your clit and you flinch at the feeling. βThen rubβ¦β he murmured, his hand coaching you to rub until you got the hang of it.
Jungkook will never forget the sight and how hard he was at just watching you. Your breathing hitching, the low moans and the calls of his name. Itβs a memory he cherishes with you - his best friend - and one of the main reasons as to why heβd never call you his sister; he had to dead that immediately afterwards.Β
βWho are you trying to seduce anyways?β Jungkook changes the subject and goes back to the original topic. βYou found yourself a boyfriend?β
βNo.β you quip. βI-I just want to have sex.β
Jungkook raises a brow. βWhy?β
βYou have sex all the time.β you retort. You didnβt like Jungkookβs question, nor the look in his eyes.Β
βIβm also not a virgin.β Jungkook fires back. βYou canβt just have sex with anyone, Y/N. Donβt you think it has to be special?β
βYour first time wasnβt with anyone special.β you murmur. βDo you even talk to her anymore?β
Jungkook snickers. βDonβt remember her name.β he shrugs. βBut you and I are different. Sex is different for women.β Jungkook says matter-of-factly. βYou women create bonds with guys you give your body to. You canβt have that bond with just anyone.β
It was a conversation Jungkook and you had time and time again. As you got older, you were tired of being a virgin - and dating was never an option. Not because you couldnβt find a boyfriend - you could. You had men come up to you asking for your number and if youβd be interested in going on dates.Β
The problem was Jungkook. He lingered around you often, and you never minded. He was your best friend and each man that tried were always shot down by him, not you. βHeβs ugly.β Jungkook said about one man. βHe looks like he doesnβt even shower, Y/N. Why he thinks he can speak to you is beyond me.β was said about another. βMen only want one thing. They can tell that youβve never been touched.β
βWhat about Hoseok?β
Jungkook is quiet for a moment, your question lingering in his mind.
Hoseok?
Hoseok.
Jung Hoseok as his friend - the man he calls his brother?
Thereβs a dark look in Jungkookβs eyes as he thinks about your question.Β
βDo you like him?β
βI love Hoseok.β you say calmly. βLike I love you.β
Jungkook doesnβt realize that his nails are digging into your skin until he hears you yelp. There was no way in Hell you love Hoseok the same as you loved him; the thought makes him want to gag.
βWhy Hoseok?β
You arenβt sure how to respond. βIβve known him for years.β was all you can think of. You and he were around the same age and he was nice, always smiling widely at you whenever he came around. βMaybe Namjoon?β
Jungkook swallows.
βYou look at my friends often?β
Thereβs a change in Jungkookβs tone that has you cowering.
βI-Iβm not sure what you mean.β
βDo you want to fuck my friends?βΒ
Youβre taken aback by the harshness in Jungkookβs tone.Β
βIβ¦I donβt know anyone else but your friends.β
Jungkook snickers. He wasnβt going to allow you and Hoseok - or Namjoon, hell, anyone - to do anything. Hoseok is a man such as he is and the thought of his taking something precious from you was driving him wild. Wild because he knows that if you asked Hoseok, he would.
βNo.β Jungkook shakes his head. βHoseok has a girlfriend.β
A lie, but youβd never know that.
βOh.β you appeared bummed. βNam-β
βNo.β
You swallow. βJiminβ¦?β
βDo you fantasize about them?β
Youβve know his friends as long as he has, and now heβs wondering when you had the thought of fucking them in your mind.Β
βI just want to have sex.β you sigh in defeat, not wanting to cause a fight with Jungkook.
βWhy wouldnβt you ask me?β
Jungkook doesnβt care how unreasonably spoiled he may sound. You were his best friend, after all. He kept creeps away from you who wanted nothing but to wet their cocks. You were safe with him in the home you and he shared - heβd be damned if heβd allow a man to come in here and fuck you.
Youβre silent, and Jungkook continues.Β
βYou donβt love me.β
Your eyes widen when you feel Jungkook remove himself from you.
βI do.β you quip. βI-I justβ¦I donβt have anyone else. Iβm tired of not knowing what it feels like.β watching television with sexual scenes had you wondering if sex was truly as good as they made it seem. You recall hearing from Taehyung, another friend of Jungkook, that porn is often fake and not everything you see was real - but how could it not be when their eyes are rolling and theyβre screaming with such passion?
βIf you loved me, Y/N, youβd ask me.β
Your heart sinks when Jungkook lifts from his lying position. You hated arguing with him. He was someone you loved and trusted with your life - him being upset with you had your anxiety spiking.
βI thought you had someone you were seeing.β you admit. You recall seeing her a few times in the home. She never spoke, but then again neither did you. She would stroll past you to enter Jungkookβs bedroom and only ever gave you a small grin.Β
βOh her.β Jungkook brushes past the statement. βI am. Somewhat.β he shrugs his shoulders. Her contemplated asking her out - she was decent looking and a good fuck. But he didnβt love her nor respect her enough to make her his girlfriend. He was just bored at the moment. βWhy does that matter?β
The same way it matters that Hoseok had a girlfriend, you think. You want to say it, but you didnβt want to upset Jungkook anymore than he already was. βI donβt want to come between that.β
Jungkook wants to laugh. βI donβt love her. I love you.β Jungkook says, a tone in his voice that indicates that it should be obvious. βYou are my best friend. You should be able to come to me when you need me. Not anyone else.β
You lift yourself up from the bed, as well, and you slowly nod your head. βSorry.β you murmur.
Jungkook turns to face you, a full smile on his lips. βItβs okay. Iβll forgive you, Y/N.β Jungkook holds his hand out for you to grab.Β
You do, and Jungkook lightly tugs you closer. You and he are face to face now.
βSex is more than just losing your virginity.β Jungkookβs thumb rubs your knuckles. βSex should be pleasurable for both of us. Masturbation is a form of sex. Youβve done that already.β
You nod slowly, feeling hot.Β
βTell me, Y/N.β Jungkook says. βWhen you masturbate, what makes you cum?β
You lick your lips, again embarrassed. You swallow while trying to find the words to answer Jungkook.
βWhen you watch porn, what do you like?β Jungkook changes the question up, and understands how shy you were - even with him.Β
Jungkook waits patiently for you to respond. βI-Iβ¦β you glance away from him. His eyes were always so piercing, like small black holes that can swallow anyone whole.Β
βDonβt be shy. Weβre best friends, right?β Jungkook pulls you closer to him. βIf you loved me, Y/N, youβll tell me. I canβt help you if you donβt let me in.β
You nod. βOral sex?β your words come out questioningly.Β
Jungkook nods. βOkay. Thatβs a start. Oral sex is a big part of sex. Itβs a form of foreplay. Get things started.β
βI donβt think you should do that.β youβre horrified with Jungkookβs face being so close to your sex. Yes, heβs seen it before - years ago - but that was then. He was a man now and heβs had sex with countless women.
βWhy not?β Jungkook tilts his head.Β
Youβre silent, and Jungkook sighs. βYou donβt trust me.β
βI do!βΒ
βThen why donβt you trust me to pleasure you? Youβd rather go to my friends than trust me, Y/N. How do you think that makes me feel?β
βIβm sorry.β you quip. βI just donβt think itβ¦looks good?β
Jungkook blinks.Β
You swallow.
βOf course it looks good.β Jungkook then laughs. βIβve already seen it.β
βThat was years ago.β you murmur, casting your eyes away.Β
βTrue. But still. You trust and love me just like I trust and love you.β Jungkook places a hand on your cheek for you to look at him. βIf weβre going to do this, you canβt hide your body from me. Iβll have to show you mine, too.β
You nod your head.
βWe can start now.β
You inhale deeply. You donβt move, and when Jungkook notices he frowns.Β
βY/N. What did I say?β
βDonβt hide from you.β you murmur.Β
βExactly. Here. Iβll help you take your clothes off and you can do the same for me.β
Jungkook is slow when he puts his hands at the end of your shirt. He lifts it up and you stiffen, unsure of what to do next. The shirt comes over your head and Jungkook throws it aside.Β
βOkay?β asks Jungkook, his eyes glancing down to the bra youβre wearing. Itβs red and basic, but it hugs your breast perfectly.Β
You only nod.
βOkay.β Jungkook then goes towards your leggings. Theyβre tight, but he manages to get his hands inside. He begins to tug and awkwardly, you lift yourself up so he can remove them. Your panties are black and cotton.
βNow you do the same to me.β Jungkook says. He understands you by now, knowing that youβd never take the first move. He grabs your wrists and walks you through it. βGo ahead.β
Youβre trembling, you note, as you remove Jungkookβs shirt - an oversize black shirt. You often are reminded how much Jungkook has grown over the years, going from a boy to a man. He worked out often and was athletic. He had many tattoos that litter his skin - you had gone with him for a few of them and pondered how he could sit so calmly.Β
βIβll get up to make it easier.β Jungkook lifts from his bed and waits for you to continue. Youβre as slow as before, hands trembling more than before. You tug at the sweats he wore, watching as they fall to the ground. You try to hide the fact that you gawk at the bulge in his briefs, swallowing at the sight.Β
βY/N.β
You blink up to look at Jungkook.
βYou trust me, right?β
You nod your head.
βOkay.β Jungkook gives you a grin. βCome here.β
Jungkook leans down, his hand grasping your chin. He no longer hesitates or holds back, placing his lips upon yours.
Youβre shocked, completely stiff, but Jungkook doesnβt mind. Youβll give into him eventually - it may take a few rounds, but you will.
Youβre pushed backwards, back hitting the mattress. Jungkook hovers above you, his hands placing themselves onto your shoulders to keep you in place.Β
You gasp for air when Jungkook removes his lips from yours, but then theyβre trailing down your jawline to your neck. Youβre breathing heavily, unsure what to do.
βYou can touch me.β says Jungkook, as if reading your mind. βDonβt just lay there.β
Jungkook continues to kiss at your neck, his left hand leaving your shoulder and grabs your hand. He places it upon his chest for you to take the lead. His hand then goes to your waist to pull you closer to him.Β
Your heart thumps that this is happening now - you and Jungkook. Goosebumps litter your skin, the hair standing straight up. But you do as youβre told, hand grabbing Jungkookβs bicep and squeezing it.Β
Jungkook forces your legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. You yelp when you feel him, his bulge grinding directly against you. Thereβs a deep groan from Jungkook that you hear coming from your neck.Β
βYou have to engage.β Jungkook lifts slightly to look at your face. βKiss me like Iβm kissing you.β
Youβre left stunned when Jungkook flips the both of you, his own back hitting the mattress and now youβre on top of him. He places his hands on your hips, a smirk on his lips. βItβll be easier for you this way. Iβll let you take the lead.β
Thereβs a tension - one sided - when you lean down to his own neck.
βYouβre still shy. Itβs just me.β Jungkook sighs.
Β It was easier for him to say. He wasnβt the virgin - or the closed off one that has been homeschooled. The only friend she kept was Jungkook, and his friends, but mainly Jungkook. There was no one she could go to that was the same sex that she could vent to about her frustrations.Β
βJust let loose, Y/N. Weβre friends. Thereβs nothing you can do thatβll make me view you differently.β
You try your best, even closing your eyes in hopes thatβd be better. Your lips place themselves at the nape of Jungkookβs neck, and ever so gently did you kiss him. You allowed your hands to rub softly on his bare shoulders, kissing down his neck until you got to his collarbone.
Jungkook hums to himself, his cock twitching to be let loose from his underwear.Β
You were adjusting - only a bit - but youβd soon be fully accepting. Jungkook allows his hands to dip from your waist and he grabs your ass fully in his grasp.
You swallow, hiding back the surprised gasp. You donβt want Jungkook to think you donβt trust him - because you do. You donβt want to appear utterly shy and closed off. You were older than Jungkook and he had to be the one to show you what life was like, as sad as it was.
βOkay. Now kiss me.βΒ
You nod your head. You want to avoid Jungkookβs gaze, but he doesnβt falter. βYouβll have to look at me eventually, Y/N.β Jungkook murmurs.Β
βI know.β you murmur back, and now meet his eyes. Jungkook smiles when you do, and his head lifts slightly.
Your head dips down to capture his lips in yours once more. Thereβs a fire running through you this time at the feeling - no longer hesitant or awkward to kiss him. It feltβ¦normal; as if this is something the two of you always did.Β
Jungkookβs teeth catch your bottom lip and he lightly tugs. βLet loose.β he whispers, and then dives into your mouth again. This time, his tongue pushes past your teeth and meets your own, itβs warm and slimy, but it causes you to moan.
Jungkookβs hands grip your ass, keeping you firmly against his erection. He rubs up your sides for a moment, then on your back. His hands are now on your bra and he appears to be swift in unhooking it.
βKookieβ¦β you murmur against his lips.
βItβs okay.β Jungkook responds. βYou trust me, remember?β
You nod, but trust doesnβt help with your selfβconsciousness.Β
Jungkook tugs at your bra until itβs fully off of you. He disgards it, bare hands now taking your breast entirely. He doesn't care how heavy heβs breathing, or how rough his hands squeeze your breast.
βMy pretty girl.β Jungkook praises.
Β Itβs weird hearing it - for you at least.
Β Jungkook rarely compliments you - not because he doesnβt think you are, but because he never really has a reason to. He sees you the same everyday - his best friend who he has breakfast, occasionally lunch and dinner with. Youβre the same Y/N that he shares movie nights with where the two of you cuddle and laugh at whatever was on the screen.Β
Now, however, Jungkook has to compliment you. He has to let you know how beautiful you are now - a woman. You grew into your womanly curves over the years, hiding it behind loose clothing, but never truly hiding it. You never hid from him; occasionally wearing shorts that showed your legs and the roundness of your ass, or tank-tops that made your breast appear more plump.
You yelp when Jungkook pinches your nipple. He chuckles at your reaction. βSo responsive.β he says, more to himself than to you.Β
βW-What-β
Jungkookβs tongue licks on your nipple, shuddering at feeling. He couldnβt help but to bring it entirely into his mouth, tongue twirling and suckling on it while his free hand pinches the other. Thereβs a euphoric feeling engulfing him right now. Yes, he did think about you sexually at times - he was a man and he couldnβt help it. But this was far better than any feeling, any thought or dream heβs ever had.Β
βDoes it feel good?β Jungkook manages to say, popping your nipple from his mouth to just engulf the other one.
βYes.β
You donβt intend to sound so soft and meek, moaning against Jungkook. But you couldnβt hide it any longer. You can feel the wetness between your legs, arousal pooling out - and Jungkookβs grinding didnβt make it any better.
βYou can talk to me, Y/N. You can tell me howΒ much you like it. How I make you feel.βΒ
Jungkook kisses both of your nipples softly.Β
βI-I donβt know what to say.β
βTell me how you feel.β Jungkook repeats. βHere,β his right hand drops your breast and without warning, he slaps your ass. The sound echoes, as does you shriek. βI love the way your ass feels.β he then squeezes it in the palm of his hands. βI love the sweet moans coming from those pretty lips of yours.β he continues.Β
Youβre hot, Jungkookβs words cause a new sensation to run through you - nerves running through your body and meeting exactly between your legs.Β
βIt feels good when you touch me.β you say, admitting even if you want nothing more than to hide.Β
βYeah?β Jungkook lightly laughs. He squeezes your ass again. βWhat else?β
You huff, this time now hiding your face. Your head is between his shoulder and neck.
βItβs okay, pretty girl. Just tell me.β Jungkook encourages. βYou trust me like I trust you.β
You sigh. Jungkook was going to be the death of you - you were going to die with embarrassment.
βI like the way you look.βΒ
Jungkook, again, is swift with his movement. Heβs once more on top of you. Heβs now forcing you to look at him - as if you werenβt embarrassed enough.
You go to cover yourself, but that wasnβt something Jungkook was going to allow.Β
βGo on, Y/N.β Jungkook places a quick peck on your lips before he kisses down your neck to your collarbone.Β
Your breath is shaky - but it was all Jungkook. His hands rub along your sides as his lips send kisses between your breasts, going lower and lower. βYou make me feelβ¦different.β
Jungkookβs lips are now on your stomach. βWhatβs different?β
βWetβ¦?β
Jungkook groans. His fingers are hooked between your panties and he wants nothing more than to remove them and dive in, but heβd remain calm for now.
βLook at me, Y/N.β
You hesitated. Not because you didnβt want to, but because youβre unsure what Jungkook had in store for you.Β
You do, however, and Jungkook is now directly between your legs. Your thighs quiver at the sight.Β
βWhat do you want me to do?β Jungkook asks, and before you can answer, he places a single kiss upon your clothed clit.
Your throat tightens.
Jungkook wasnβt going to stop. He wanted to hear you speak - hear your thoughts, whatever moans you had in you. He didnβt want you to be shy - not with him. He wasnβt a stranger and who else should be the one to take your virginity than him?
Not Hoseok.
Not Namjoon.
Not Jimin - none of his friends.
Just Jungkook.
Dare he say he was entitled to it - you were his best friend. He was there for whatever you needed him to be; and this was one thing you didnβt come to him for (not at first). You wanted his assistance in finding you someone. The thought still upsets him.
βKookie.β you sigh, hands crashing to your face.Β
βSo shy.β Jungkook tsks. His hands grip your waist and he drags you to the edge of the bed, him falling to his knees before you. βIβll take the lead.β
You feel your panties being tugged off. Youβre unsure of what to do or say - you knew you had to keep breathing or youβd pass out. The coolness of the air hits you and now you fully accept that youβre naked for Jungkook, completely bare before his eyes to see.
Youβre so wet, Jungkook notes, arousal coating your lips and thighs. The thought of how excited youβve been and nothing has happened yet makes him groan, anticipating what's to come.
Your throat releases a gasp and instantly, your legs clench shut, caging Jungkook in.
βS-Sorry, i-β
βItβs okay, Y/N. Relax.β Jungkook laughs, a gleeful tone in his voice. He had done nothing but flick your clit with his tongue. βWatch me, okay?β
You nod your head.
Jungkook hooks his hands right on your thighs, holding them in a firm grip so you wouldnβt be easily reactive - not without him stopping you. He dips his head back between your legs, tongue dipping between your folds.
Your eyes flutter, unable to truly focus on Jungkook like he wants you to.Β
The sight alone is filthy - his head bobbing back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. Occasionally, his eyes would dart up to capture your reaction, satisfied that you no longer hid your moans from him.
But the noises Jungkook made were another thing. He suckles on your clit, completely ravishing you as if it was the finest meal. Heβs animalistic, not caring. He would draw his head back and spit, then continue his assault upon your clit.
βKookie, I-I, you need to stop.β you try to get away from Jungkook, but he doesnβt allow it. If anything, Jungkook holds you even tighter. You were going to cum, of course, never truly experiencing a man going down on you. Your stomach churns and you feel like you are going to explode. βKookie, please stopβ¦β
Jungkookβs eyes flicker up at you. Your eyes are snapped shut and thereβs a few droplets trailing down your cheeks. Jungkook grunts into your pussy. His fingernails dig into your naked flesh, his tongue laying flat against your clit. He continues to ravish you, not caring about your pleas - it was obvious you wanted more and was far too inexperienced to understand it.
Jungkook dives deeper and deeper, your cries only fueling him for more. Your arousal coats the bottom half of his face entirely.Β
There was another attempt to remove yourself, buckling your hips, but Jungkook only shoves you back down upon the bed. Your toes are curling and youβre unable to see straight. Thereβs a tightness in your stomach thatβs utterly unfamiliar to you.
βIβm not going to stop.β
Jungkookβs voice is deeper - deepest youβve ever heard it.
βNot until you cum.β
Β Jungkookβs right hand removes itself from holding your thigh, but that only means heβs holding the other tighter.Β
Your back arches when you feel his fingers at your entrance.
βI canβt-β
βYou will.βΒ
Jungkook doesnβt give a warning before entering his fingerβs inside of you. You jump at the foreign feeling. You swallow back and shriek.
βSo tight.β Jungkook murmurs to himself.
Β Two fingers is all you can handle for now. That doesnβt mean Jungkook goes easy on you. He pumps inside of you vigorously, your walls clenching around his digits. Each time he hits a deeper spot that has you jerking.
βI know it feels good, Y/N. My pretty girl.β
You canβt speak, but Jungkook doesnβt care. He pumps and pumps until youβre cumming all over him, arousal splashing onto the hardwood floors of his bedroom.Β
Youβre a crying twitching mess, whimpering to yourself. Jungkook removes his fingers, satisfied with your appearance.
βI could fuck you right now. Youβre so wet, Y/N.β
You exhale, eyes snapping open. βKookie, I-β
βDonβt tell me you canβt take me.β
Jungkook pushes down his underwear and you freeze.
Youβve never seen Jungkook naked before, never going past witnessing him shirtless.
Now Jungkook is as nude as you, cock erect and hard. His tip is red and leaking with pre-cum, the shaft twitching in anticipation.
βI canβt.β you cry, now dwelling on the idea of having sex with the man.
Jungkook snickers. He grips his cock and slaps the tip against your wet clit. So wet, he thinks. Wet and warm, completely aroused because of him.
βYou were willing to fuck my friends.β
Jungkook rubs the tip against your clit in slow circular motions. It makes a wet and sloppy sound as he does.
βThey donβt love you, Y/N. Not like I do.β
You twitch at the feeling, overstimulated enough, even if it did feel good.
βDonβt you love me, Y/N?β Jungkookβs eyes don't leave your clit. He continues to tap and circle the tip of his cock against it, the sight beautiful.
βI doβ¦β
βThen why do you keep denying me pleasure?β
Jungkook removes his hand from his cock to place it upon your hips, keeping you in place. He begins to thrust forward, sliding his entire cock against your clit.
βI allowed you to cum, havenβt i?β Jungkook grunts. βMilked my fingers like a little whore. But you wonβt let me fuck you.β
Jungkookβs words cause you to gasp - that and the way his cock feels against your already stimulated clit.Β
Jungkookβs openβs his mouth, a trail of saliva dripping right onto your clit, not because you needed it - you were literally dripping - but just because he wanted to. In his eyes, spitting upon you was an act of marking his territory and after he fucked you - and he was going to regardless - he would assure that only he would be the one fucking you afterwards; always and forever.
Jungkook continues to rub, his pace quickening.Β
βDo you think another man would have given you the satisfaction?β Jungkook hisses. βThey wouldβve fucked you and left, Y/N. This is why Iβm here. I love you, my pretty girlβ¦β his tone softens. β...so wet and ready for me. Youβll let me have you, right, Y/N? Youβll let me be the one who takes your virginity?β
Slowly, you nod your head. Jungkook was someone you loved greatly. He was a man and understood how men think - you couldnβt be upset with him now. βOkayβ¦βΒ
Jungkook smiles wide, full set of teeth shining at you. βMy pretty girl. Youβre always so good for me. Give me your hand.β
You do as Jungkook tells you to do, and he guides your hand to touch his cock. It twitches in your grip.
βTighten your grip.β Jungkook demands and groans when you do. βOkay, babyβ¦now center it at your pussy.β
Youβre being so obedient for him, Jungkook thinks. He watches as you do what he tells you, the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole. βGood girl.β Jungkook mumbles.
βDonβt you need to wear a condom?β
Jungkook wants to laugh at your words. βCondoms are for people who have one night stands. Why would I wear a condom with you?β he asks, a tilt of his head. He had no intention of allowing you to fuck another man, so him not wearing a condom was alright.
You widen your eyes. βPregnancyβ¦?β
Again, Jungkook laughs. He doesnβt say anything for a moment, only stares into your wide eyes. He had no intention of impregnating you now, but if it happened, then it did. That only meant that itβs what the universe wanted.
βYou know I love you, Y/N.β Jungkook says.
βI love you, too.β you respond.
Simpering, Jungkook nods. βI know.β he says, and then without warning, he enters you whole. Thereβs no warming upm Jungkook thinks, the faster he gets it over with, the faster pleasure will come for you.
When your mouth opens to shriek, Jungkook silences you with his lips. His hips snap inside of you, unable to stop. So tight, he thinks, fully milking his cock with your essence. Itβs as though his cock fit perfectly inside of you; like a puzzle piece coming together to complete a set.
The pain is excruciating and youβre unable to pull away from Jungkook. His grip on you was intense, fingers bruising into your skin.Β
The sound of skin slapping is loud in the room, echoing off the walls.Β
βMy pretty girl.β grumbles Jungkook when he releases your lips. βThank you for trusting me, Y/N.β
The pain shoots throughout your body, but hearing those words from Jungkook was worth it to you. You blink away the tears so you can focus on his face.
βSoon the pain will go away, and youβll love the way I fuck you.β
You nod. You trusted Jungkook.
It takes a while for the pleasure to come, but that doesnβt mean it didnβt. Jungkook hits your sweet spot, slamming you against his bed with each thrust. Your moans are loud for him, so sweet and melodic - he knew you had it in you to let loose.
βFeels good, pretty girl?β Jungkook questions, the question rhetorical. He knows by the way you clench around him that it does - that and your high pitched moans.Β
βFeelsβ¦soβ¦goodβ¦β you grunt, panting along with each powerful thrust.
βGood.β
Jungkook removes himself just so he can turn you around, chest firmly against his mattress. He enters you once more, hitting even deeper than before.
Your eyes snap shut and your arms shoot out, gripping the bed sheets for support. Whatever you once imagined sex would be like didnβt give it any justice. Sex with Jungkook was a pleasurable feeling youβd never forget - youβre unsure how youβd ever be able to go back to masturbating once this was over.Β
Both of Jungkookβs hands place themselves on yours, entangling your hangers with his. His lips kiss your back, pounding inside of you with such passion.Β
There it was again, the churning feeling in your stomach.
βI feel you, baby.β Jungkook pants. Itβs as if you never want him to stop, creaming his cock like your life depended on it. βGo ahead and cum for me, pretty girl.β
You groan, shaking your head at how good you felt.Β
βI love you, Kookie.β you murmur so low that itβs barely audible, but Jungkook hears it loud and clear.
Β It causes Jungkook to grind into you deeper and deeper, feeling himself come undone at just words. You told him those three words many times before, but now it felt different. Intimate. This was something heβs never heard during sex - and if there was a chance he did, he wouldnβt care.Β
You were who Jungkook loved; his best friend since childhood.
You were the one who Jungkook wanted to hear the words from.
Jungkookβs cumming, his heaving breaths ticking the skin of your back. He doesn't bother to pull out of you, instead he milks your walls completely with his seed, shuddering with complete bliss.
Jungkook wonβt regret it - cumming inside of you felt right. It wasnβt as if anyone else would be.
βMy pretty girl.β Jungkook coos, pulling out of you to tuck you further into his bed. He lays beside you, embracing you from behind. βYou did so good for me.β
Your heart swells at the compliment, your eyes heavy with slumber.
Jungkook holds you tight as you drift to sleep, satisfied that you were here with him.Β
Not Hoseok or Namjoon or anyone else -Β but him.
Β After all, he was the only one who truly loved you for who you are and didnβt see you as just a hole to fill - he wasnβt like those other men out in the world. No, Jungkook was better than any man you could ever think about being with. He proceeds to place a kiss upon your temple, satisfied that you were his and his alone.
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BANG
Your roommate had just left to see her family for the next week, which meant you had the apartment all to yourself for a full 7 days. You were ecstatic, immediately letting Chris know.
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brobrobro
guess what rn
You type excitedly, your fingers practically shoving a hole through your phone screen. The message immediately goes to seen, and you watch bubbles pop up, indicating he was typing.
You finally came to your senses and decided to move out of that disgracefully small apartment ?
dude no
you know i can't afford that shit
im staying here until i start making the bag i deserve !!!
Right
now guess
You cut all your hair off and went bald
Please tell me you went bald
Actually no
Please tell me you didnt go bald
nah not bald π
I GOT THE WHOLE APARTMENT TO MYSELF;!!!! FOR A WEEK!!
Holy fuck
The caps had me go BLIND trying to read
where's the happiness and the cheer
you better start typing back in caps.
YES! π YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE PLACE TO YOURSELF!!
FOR HOW LONG? A WEEK I HEAR? IT'S ALMOST LIKE YOURE AN ADULT!
THAT MUST BE WHY I'M HEARING FOLK MUSIC AND TAP DANCING OUTSIDE!Β
god bless βοΈ now come over so we could politely watch a movie
hmmmm Depends
what movie is it
Ya Momma! ππ
sounds amazing
I'll be there in a few
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You close your phone, getting up to quickly clean the place around you.
Chris was no stranger to you, you two had known each other since the day he threw up on you in middle school. He had caught a bug and unfortunately he sat behind you. You didn't really understand how throw up could reach past a desk capacity but it had somehow made it into your hair. Disgusting, horrific week. But he made it up to you.
For him, he moved to LA for work reasons. He was famous, although he didn't like to admit it, nor did it really feel like it for him. You moved because of college, the moment you two graduated out of highschool, it was as if the universe worked hard to get you two closer. And, it worked. You guys were closer now than you were in school.
You would split the rent with your roommate, which was already an expensive bunch, considering this was LA. But Chris would constantly insist on helping you out financially, paying for most of your things when you would practically beg him not to. You had a hard time receiving stuff, but Chris had a problem with giving. You two balanced each other out in that aspect.
You hear a knock on the door, already knowing who it is. It doesn't take you long to reach it. "Why are you holding Fritos?" You ask, huffing a laugh at the weirdly large bag of chips in his hand as he enters your apartment and heads for your bedroom.
"'Cus I wanted Fritos." He answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world, flopping on your bed as you follow him to your room. You notice a few pairs of socks on the floor that you failed to pick up, doing so. "You know, I had to like, Uber here. You know how fucking crazy that is? Ubering to your place? Fucking embarassing." Chris complains, taking off his shoes and cuddling up in your bed.
"Why didn't you just ask Matt?" You wonder, folding your clothes. "Matt didn't want to. I need to get my drivers license, bro. Shit is getting ridiculous." He opens his bag of chips, and your head snaps up. "Chris." You warn as he looks you dead in the eye, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly raises a chip to his mouth.Β
"Chris, I swear to God if you drop a single crumb on my bed."
"I won't." He says, before dropping the chip back in the bag.
"I'm not hungry." He folds the chip bag and places it on your nightstand beside your bed. "You get what I mean though?" He asks, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair. "Like, I cant ask Matt to fucking, I dont know, drive me to a hook-up or something." He huffs, exasperated from the imaginary scenario he created.
You sit beside him, nodding like you agree, grabbing the TV remote and opening up a streaming platform for movies on your TV. "Oh fuck, imagine I like, pull up to a bad bitches house in an Uber. That's so fucking wild." This time you laugh, "Ubering to get your shit sucked is crazy." You say, scrolling through the endless options of what to watch.
"You ever done that? Ubering to a sneaky links house or something?" Chris asks you, sitting up on your bed. You take a second to answer. "Well, I have my drivers license." You don't know why that would qualify as an answer, but you say it anyway. "But you don't have a car." Chris reminds you. "Right." You confirm, looking at your TV, pretending to be really interested in finding something to watch.
"So? Have you?" He questions with a chuckle, not really sure where you were going with that. "Chris, I'm a virgin." You grin at the irony. A second passes and he realizes you were being serious, his jaw drops. "You're joking."
You shake your head, turning to look at him. "Butβ you're like, a whore." He says, you scoff, "I'm not a whore?"
"Yeah, you are." He shrugs.
"No, I'm not. I literally just told you I'm a virgin." You put the remote down. "That's why I'm shocked, you would tell me about a new boy every week and then forget about them." He says. You pop a shoulder. "I just never felt comfortable enough with them."
"Oh." He mutters. "So you didn't bang?" He draws out.
"So I didn't bang." You confirm.
"You're nuts, you would say the most diabolical shit about them too." He points a finger at you. "I'm most definitely not." You push his finger down. "How old are you again, 19?"
"19 and untouched." You wink, he stares at you for a moment. "What? Can't wrap your head around the fact I've never been creampied?"
You watch Chris close his eyes, wait for a moment, then open them again. "I'd like for you to wrap your head around it."
"What?"
You two burst out laughing.
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This movie was devastatingly long and the Fritos on the bedside table were completely neglected.
You and Chris were staring at the TV, both of you pretending to be interested in what was going on. Truth was, you both were lost in your own train of thought.
Chris had resorted to an extra pillow over his lap with his mind racing in all different directions. In his defense, he was human. Once you admitted to him that you were a virgin, he could help but think of all the ways that he could strip that away from you. How easy it would be for him to just bend you over and take that purity away from you.
It wasn't the first time he'd thought of you this way, he couldn't help it. You were gorgeous, and he got lucky with the fact that you were interesting. You were probably the only girl he'd met with a soul as beautiful as her face, that's what made you so special to him.
His eyes quickly darted to yours, who were watching the movie with such intent, he saw the screen reflect in your eyes, a new scene playing. The room was dark, the only light being produced was from the illuminated TV, keeping the place a simple shade of dull blue. His sight drags down to your lips. Your full, plump lips.
Chris wonders if you've ever wrapped them around dick before, sucking just as attentively as you were watching that movie. Sliding your tongue across the tip as you slowly pushed the rest in your mouth, your eyebrows arching as you began to stroke the rest of him. Even then, you'd still be considered a virgin.
You turned to look at him, feeling his gaze on you for too long. He didn't bother looking back, holding your stare as you tried putting together what he was thinking of. "Chris?" You asked with the same lips he was just thinking of. "Hm?" He hums, his eyes lazily back on your mouth, studying every word you form. "You okay?"
He nods, you furrow your eyebrows. He was definitely lost in thought. You lower the volume of the movie and he looks back up at you. "Are you celibate?" He asks, out of nowhere. You're taken by surprise, but answer nonetheless. "Not really?"
"Not really." He repeats on his tongue, as if testing the way it would feel on there. "Okay." He says, voice as low as it could get. "You were just never comfortable?" You nod, confirming it. You watch as his eyes slowly brush over every part on your face, eventually resting on your eyes. Through the enlightenment of the TV screen, you watch his dark pupils dilate over his blue eyes. "Would you be comfortable with me?" He finally asks, voice low. You swallow.
He had multiple strands of hair fly messily in multiple directions, some over his forehead. You raise a hand to neat a messy one on his head down, using two fingers to get rid of any potential knots, soothing your hand through it as he bends his head down, letting you. "Yeah." You answer. "I would."
He lifts his head up, his grin soft but undeniable."You wanna test it out?" You felt your heart cage within itself, but as the second passed you realized you wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else. You have been waiting for this moment for a while, a really, really long and dreadful while.You stared at his fidgeting finger before looking back up at him. A simple nod does the trick, and a hand is on the side of your jaw, guiding your mouth to his. You've kissed before, he knew that, but he was still treating you like a delicate flower. His lips pressed against yours and his hand was soft against your skin. You kissed back harder, licking his lips, forcing them open, insinuating for him to let loose.
Both hands go to grab each side of your face this time, kissing you hungrily as he moves himself from beside you to in front of you. Your neck is cranned up as he sits up onto his knees. You raise your hands and slip them under his shirt, feeling his bare skin as they slide down his torso. He pulls away, immediately taking his shirt off.
You looked up at him, his gaze lingering harshly on you as he stared you down. You bit your lip as he slowly grasped the bottom hem of your T-shirt. "Arms up." He orders, and you lift them. He takes the shirt off of you, bunching it up and throwing it to the side of your room. You aren't sure what to do, you hadn't exactly worn a bra under that. You cross your arms over your chest for some sort of coverage, but Chris quickly laces his fingers around your wrist. "It's okay." He tells you, slowly dragging your arms down. "Are you okay?" He asks soft enough to send a shutter down your spine. "I'm okay." You confirm, he leans down to kiss you once more, pulling away just as soon as his lips meet yours, going to take all of you in. Your body felt hot, your chest feeling as if it was steaming the way he memorized each of your curves. He looked up at you, making direct eye contact as he began to take one tit in his mouth as the other was being caressed by his hand. You throw your head back, surprising yourself with a moan as he begins to give you open-mouthed kisses, his tongue grazing over your nipple, validating its hardness.
His mouth begins to trail back up to your collarbone, leaving desperate kisses until he's reached your neck as his empty hand trailed down the side of your hips, his thumbs curling onto the elastic of your pants, pulling them down as he bit down a hickey. You gripped onto his hair, pulling onto the section that fell above the back of his neck as he distracted your mouth with tongue-filled kisses, but you were extremely aware of the hand that had slipped into your panties, two fingers suddenly pressing against you. You whimper.
"Everything okay, princess?" He breathily asks, watching your face scrunch up as he begins to rub your cunt. "So wet for me, how long have you been dreaming of this?" He tries to catch your eyes but they're sewed shut, the soft noises coming from your mouth giving him all the answers you need. His soft and lengthy fingers suddenly pump into you, and you gasp. "Chris." You utter, feeling him pump in and out of you as his thumb grazes harshly onto your clit. You flinch. "Chris." You moan louder.
"That's right, say my name." He says as he pumps you faster, his other hand grabbing the secure of your jaw. He wanted to feel your mouth back on his, he wanted to feel your moans and whines on his mouth. The clench in your stomach reaches an all time high and your hips buckle. Your stomach loosens and you feel your loud moans muffle harder by Chris's refusal to leave your lips, you feel him smirk under the kiss as you cum all over his fingers. "Feel good?" He questions, your nodding is instant and he laughs at the quickness of your answer. Your hand follows his hair as he begins to lower himself, kissing your stomach, thighs, and then your pussy. His tongue trails down your slit, his mouth collecting what had just been your orgasm. Your thighs immediately close around him, your legs going over his shoulders and crossing at your ankles. It was safe to say you've never been eaten out. Until now. And it was heavenly.
Your hands push down on his head, feeling his nose press against you and a huff of laughter giving your pussy a breathy gust of air. "So needy." He hums, licking your folds.
Embarrassingly enough, you reached your second orgasm, pulling hard onto his hair. He looked up at you, smiling with his teeth as white liquid drooped down them and off his chin. He fixes his posture, sitting up but still between your legs.
Catching your breath, you glare at him. "Still a virgin though." He sings the last word happily, memorizing the image in front of him as his hands massaged your thighs.
"You gonna change that or what?" You finally muster up a few real words, challenging him. He raises an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Take your pants off for me? Let me feel you, Chris." You tell him, sounding awfully like a whiney, desperate order. The smirk is still playing on his lips, looking at you through his messy hair. "And to think you'd had enough."
"You promised me something, remember?" You palm his dick through his sweatpants, feeling him rock hard against your hand. Instinctively, he pushes his hips into your hand, and you squeeze his large size, whimpers sneak from his mouth. "It's obvious you hadn't had enough, though."
Chris wastes no time shoving his pants off taking it right down with his boxers. His dick springs up and you need a moment to register. Okay, woah.
"Finally fuck me?" You wonder. His grip on your hips were tight, as if he was keeping himself from suddenly ramming himself into you, keeping in mind you were trusting him with your virginity. "Finally." He confirms, the idea of fucking you in his mind since the moment he was able to form a thought like that.
He slowly enters himself in you, and your hand clasps around your mouth, trying to keep yourself from screaming at the sudden stretch. He clicks his tongue, letting out a series of curse words. "Fuck, you are so tight." You answer him by pushing yourself onto his cock as he holds you down. You clench yourself around him and he audibly moans, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. Each thrust was long, slow, and wet, you soaked up each movement desperately.
With his hand still holding onto you, he drops his head to look at the sin you two were participating in, guiding your hips in and out of him. Each pull rhythmic as he pushed himself deeper into you as you clench, trying to get used to the feeling. Your whimpers got louder as he went faster, hypnotized by the scene in front of him. He wanted to keep this memory locked in his head forever, how beautiful you looked sprawled against your bed, moaning his name as he thrusted in and out of you, taking away your virginity.
For a moment it all seemed too good to be real, and he went faster, wanting to see just how the narrative in front of him would go. The thrusts harsher and quicker, you gripped the sheets hard and your moans grew louder. "Taking me so well, princess." He hit your G-spot three times too fast, and you practically blasted him with cum. You tried warning him, but he seemed lost in his own mind. As if on cue, he pulled out the moment you came all over his dick. "Fuck." He followed that up with your name, finishing as his orgasm splattered on your stomach and chest, where he'd specifically aim it there.
He flops down on the empty spot beside you, both you guys attempting to catch your breath. A few seconds of shocked but comfortable silence pass.
He turns his head to look at you. "Good or nah? Wanna try again?"
"What, like, take my virginity again?"
"Yeah."
"How about we try a nice shot at my first ever aftercare, yeah? Then I'll consider it."
"Right, of course."
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