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first for all, I’m so happy for u baby!!! u deserve every milestones and I’m happy to be witnessing it and more in future 🫶🏼

& for the drabble milestone uhm idk if you’ve watched nevertheless but I wanna request jk in that anatomy scene!!! where he’s teaching u abt human anatomy and its cute but things get heated 🫣 if u wanna add some body worship and putting his mouth everwhere while he’s teaching u stuff 🏃‍♀️ ily ilyyyy jsjckdjfjdkd byeee

DIVINE FEMININE | JJK

No one can make you feel like a goddess better than Jeon Jungkook.

» pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

» wc/date: 2.6k | July 2022

» warnings: body worship | fingering | jungkook will eat pussy until he dies

» notes: i hadn't seen nevertheless, but i watched it cuz of your request and wow i loved it! i hope this fits the vibe you were looking for~ i also don’t know anything about human anatomy cuz i’m #dumb so pls just ignore anything that might be incorrect khkjds

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» what was jai listening to? skin - mac miller

“Are you listening to me?” Jungkook leaned back on your couch, legs spread and hands holding your dreaded anatomy textbook.

You hadn’t been listening to him. Nope, you’d been staring at him with nothing but elevator music in your head. You were convinced your brain disappeared every time you were around him, unable to focus on anything but the way his lips pulled into a pout when he got to a concept he didn’t understand or when his eyebrows scrunched together when he disagreed with whatever answer you came up with for your homework. Who could blame you? The way he sat with his tattooed arm resting on the back of the couch behind you and his thick thigh pressed against yours was making your brain short circuit.

“Yes!” You rushed to answer him, adjusting your position on the couch to face him, your legs drawn up.

“You’re lying,” Jungkook said with a smirk. He snapped the textbook shut and placed it on the coffee table. You felt heat rush to your face when Jungkook lightly ran his fingers in gentle circles around your bare knee. “Should we take a break?”

It was impossible to stop your mind from reeling as you imagined what exactly you and Jungkook could do during your study break. You’d practically manifested his fingers creeping higher up your thigh with your dirty fantasies.

“Um, I guess we could? But I know it’s late and I don’t want to keep you here too long,” you insisted. Jungkook had already been at your apartment for two hours. It seemed like a lot to expect him to stay even later, now that the sun had long disappeared into the night.

“I don’t mind. I like studying with you.” Jungkook nodded, inching his fingers slightly further up your leg. His gentle traces made you shiver and you leaned forward slightly to scoot closer to him.

“I like studying with you, too,” you whispered. Jungkook hummed in response, his fingers now skirting the hem of your shorts.

“Pop quiz,” he announced as he gently pressed his fingers into your thigh to squeeze it. You let out a small gasp at the sudden action and Jungkook lifted his dark eyes to meet your gaze. They sparkled with mischief and something else you weren’t sure of. “What bone is this?”

“F-femur.”

“Good girl,” Jungkook praised you and you felt your stomach drop. He dragged his fingers back down the length of your leg. When he got to your calf he took a strong grip of it and pulled you towards him, drawing both of your legs to rest across his lap. His hands returned to your legs, gliding up to gently push your thighs apart. You let out a shaky exhale as you let him part your legs and watched his tattooed hand trace invisible patterns in the inside of your thigh.

“And what is this muscle?” he asked, fingers pushing up your shorts to gain access to more of your smooth, sensitive skin.

“The, the…” You inhaled with a sharp hiss when you felt Jungkook squeeze the inside of your thigh and begin to massage the muscle.

“Yes?” He locked eyes with you while he used his free hand to run his fingers through his bangs. You’d never met someone who you knew could ruin your life like Jungkook.

“The adductor…”

“The adductor what?”

“L-longus.” You reached out to grab Jungkook’s forearm when you felt him press his fingers between your thighs. You were sure he could feel the heat of your pussy through your shorts, maybe even feel the dampness of the fabric now that you were soaking through your underwear.

“You’re answering more questions correctly now,” Jungkook said with a light chuckle that shot straight to your thighs. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and you practically had your head rolling. “But we can stop.”

You shook your head without an ounce of dignity and let Jungkook’s arm go. “My test is tomorrow.”

“Should we start at the top and move down?” The way you were breathing heavily was merely one indicator that this was no longer about tests, but Jungkook was happy to play along. He slipped his hands beneath your t-shirt to push it up and off of you, tossing it onto the coffee table with your forgotten textbook. Leaning his body against yours, he forced you onto your back on the couch and hovered over you.

“What’s this?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours. You closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards, just barely pressing your lips against his. He tutted in disapproval. “You have to tell me first, princess.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and fluttered your eyes open to see Jungkook smirk. “Vermilion.”

He cocked his head to the side to assess if he’d accept that answer. You silently begged for him to move, to do something. The longer he took, the more you felt pressure build inside of you. After an eternity, he brought his lips to yours and you let out a small moan into his mouth when he sucked on your bottom lip. Your arms shot up to wrap around his neck, but Jungkook pulled away.

“We’re studying, beautiful,” he murmured, ducking out of your embrace. Before you could protest, he pressed a kiss against your neck, and then another at the middle of your throat. He traveled down until his lips whispered goosebumps down your chest and you felt your nipples grow erect beneath your lacy bralette just from his breath on your skin.

“You remember this one, right? The sternum.” He pressed a kiss just below where your bralette rested between your cleavage.

“Jungkook, ahh, stop it,” you whined, grabbing his head. You laced your fingers through his soft hair, lightly pulling at the strands that fell into his eyes. “It tickles. I’m going to hurt you if you don’t stop.” You were not liable for what your limbs would do once you started squirming under his touch.

“The sternum,” he repeated, ignoring your threats, “and your ribs protect all the organs in your chest. Like your lungs.” Jungkook pressed a kiss against your ribs. “And your heart.” He adjusted his position to run his tongue along the ribs just below your left breast. “To keep my pretty girl safe.”

“Jungkook.”

He leaned back to stare at you with those doe eyes that pulled at your heartstrings. It was all a trap, though, and you both knew it. There was nothing innocent about those eyes.

“Your test includes sex anatomy as well, right?” He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.

You nodded your head, knowing where this was going and having no desire to stop it. He ran his middle finger up and down your clothed slit with such light pressure you almost didn’t feel it at all. Yet you still wiggled beneath his touch, hips bucking upwards to encourage him to press against you harder.

“The labia majora is what’s on the outside.” Jungkook slid his hand inside of your underwear and cupped your pussy. “Labia minora…” He pushed his fingers through your wet folds, swishing his fingers around your arousal. “Is on the inside.”

“And I’d be remiss to not mention my favorite part…” Jungkook whispered against your neck, his breath tickling your ear. He gently pinched your clit between his fingers and your body jolted forward. You pressed your hand against his chest and felt his heart speed up beneath your fingers.

“Your favorite part?” you whispered back.

“I love all of you, but this is my favorite.” He stroked your clit, rolling his finger in smooth circles against it. On occasion he switched it up, dragging his nail against the side of your clit and pressing hard circles into it sideways, only to quickly flip to do it again on the other side.

“Jungkook…” You focused on moaning his name and ignoring the four-letter word he’d never used towards you until now.

“Hmm, baby?”

You threw your head back against the couch and Jungkook took the opportunity to plant another kiss against your throat. He sucked on your skin hard enough to leave a mark and then roamed your body for a new spot to attack while his fingers rolled your clit. You panted and whined as your legs shook, unable to comprehend how Jungkook was already about to make you cum just by playing with your clit. Just as you felt like you were going to lose it, Jungkook pulled his hand from your shorts. You tilted your head to look at him, unaware of the pout that naturally formed on your lips.

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook said with a grin.

“No I’m not.”

“Beautiful, then?” You lifted your hips as he slid your shorts down your legs, taking your underwear with them. “Gorgeous? Breathtaking? Stunning? Hot as fuck?”

The compliments made you squirm and you couldn’t look Jungkook in the eyes, so you missed the dazzling smile he flashed at you while he adjusted your position on the couch. He maneuvered you so you sat up on the couch, legs spread apart. Then he sank to his knees in front of you.

“I’m just me,” you insisted, hesitantly taking a peek at the man between your legs. He held your gaze when he kissed the inside of your thigh, but the sight of his tongue slipping out to run along your skin made you shyly look away and swallow a moan.

“Hmm, I know what you are,” he challenged, turning his head to lick at the inside of your other thigh. Your body seemed to spread your legs even further without your permission until Jungkook was able to slot your legs over his broad shoulders. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re so corny.”

Jungkook scoffed and his hot breath scattered goosebumps along your thighs. You desperately ached for him to bring his mouth to exactly where he knew you wanted it to go, but tonight he was taking his time.

“Look at you.” He reached up to spread your lips, your arousal leaking onto his fingers as he did. “So pretty. My pretty girl.”

Having him examine the most intimate parts of your body made you feel self-conscious, but Jungkook looked at you with nothing but admiration. He ran his finger down the length of your folds until he got to your entrance. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest when you squealed once he slid a finger inside of you, quickly pressing right where he needed to.

“You act like I’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mused, but he loved how sweet and timid you were. He loved taking care of you.

Finding a slow rhythm to glide in and out of you, Jungkook watched your lips part and your head press against the back of the couch. Each whimper that fell from your lips matched the way he thrusted his finger into you, curling where you needed him to. Right when you began to move your hips against his hand, Jungkook lowered his mouth to lick your clit in a way that was so painfully slow you cried out against him.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you choked out, hands immediately reaching for his hair. He allowed you to control his movements, pulling him closer and rutting against his face as he flattened his tongue to accommodate the new rhythm you’d established.

For as demure as you acted, you certainly knew what you wanted. Something about Jungkook pulled out a different side of you. Maybe it was how gentle and thoughtful he was. Even though the two of you weren’t exclusive and you had no idea if he was hooking up with anyone else, he made you feel like the most important person in the world. When you had his face in between your thighs, his chin and nose smeared with your arousal, his breath panting in hot bursts against your skin whenever he came up for air, when you had all of that, you didn’t care to think about who else he might be fucking. Instead you twisted your fingers in his soft locks and used him just how he wanted you to.

“Getting tired, baby?” Jungkook laughed when he took a moment to breathe, noticing how you were letting your arms flop like jello next to you. “I’m gonna wear you out.”

After a while you were beginning to lose your control, slowly relaxing your legs until Jungkook was taking over once again. He continued to thrust his finger against your g-spot, sliding a second inside you and pressing upward just to feel your legs shudder against his shoulders and hear you scream his name. With his tongue he alternated between swirling figure eights against your clit to licking in quick succession, sucking on your clit hard when he wanted you to jump.

You watched him tilt his head to the side to open up your legs further and when his eyes fluttered shut you knew he’d become completely lost in working his tongue and fingers against you. If you were to sing him sweet praises just as he did to you, if you could shed your shyness around him, you would tell him he looked beautiful like that - eyelashes against his cheeks, jawline taunt, lips swollen and pink from his efforts to please you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, it feels so goooood,” you slurred, barely able to get a coherent sentence out. He moaned into your pussy when you dug your nails into his hair, gripping him tighter as you felt your muscles contract in your abdomen and thighs. “I’m gonna, ohh fuck.”

Jungkook wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you down as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. Even as you squirmed in his arms and tried to clamp your thighs around his head, he kept up his movements until you were begging, practically sobbing, for him to stop. He let you go and you fell slack on the couch, your heart beating fast from your orgasm, and you felt like you might pass out from forgetting to breathe.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Jungkook lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his face on it and something about his black t-shirt being coated with your cum made you swell with something akin to pride. “Are you okay?” he asked when he saw you sitting limp. When you gave him a silent nod, eyes still closed, Jungkook stood up. He gently gathered you in his arms and carried you to your bed.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, never opening your eyes.

“Taking care of you.”

You heard the sound of your dresser drawers being opened and some quiet rustling before you felt Jungkook lift you up to pull a clean t-shirt on over your head. Then you felt his hands, calloused from hours of lifting weights at the gym, slide clean underwear up your legs to rest comfortably on your hips.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes to see Jungkook sitting on the edge of your bed. You had no idea what time it was, but fuck you were exhausted.

Jungkook shrugged. After a few moments of silence with the two of you listening to each other’s breathing relax in the dark room, Jungkook leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he whispered against your hair. When he looked down, you were fast asleep, softly snoring in a way Jungkook could only find adorable. He gave you another kiss, this time on your cheek, and you sighed in your sleep. “I love you,” he whispered, standing up to gather his things and leave.

Maybe one day he’d say it while you were awake.

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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birthday drabble 11 - jjk

@ryujinsfemaledog asked: 18 + 25 + jk 🤭🤭

pairing: jungkook x reader contains: smut!! camboy!JK & camgirl!reader, they're ~just friends~ (who fuck) tho, JK has fangirls lol, chat-controlled vibrator, multiple orgasms, minor overstim, the smallest bit of dirty talk, condomless sex, DVP with a sex toy, crying after sex summary: your camming partner thinks he can handle your new toy.

want more? check out all my birthday drabbles here! requests for these are now closed 💜

Your comments have been a fucking disaster since you started camming with Jeon Jungkook.

There are your long-term viewers, mostly creepy straight dudes, who are pissed that you don’t solo stream as much as you used to. Those are easy enough to ignore, and the block button is your friend for the ones who stray a little too far into straight-up delusional territory.

There are your favorite group of viewers: the ones who are either some flavor of queer or just indiscriminately horny, and beg you both to fuck them, often with extremely creative suggestions. They regularly get into bidding wars (encouraged by you, naturally) to come up with the freakiest scenarios possible, trying to see who can get Jungkook to blush so hard his ears turn red.

And then there are the new viewers, who are specifically there for Jungkook, and love to demand that he leave you because they could treat him soooo much better. His “bunnies”, he’s affectionately labeled them. You have to roll your eyes and make a gagging face off screen when he says it. Who does he think he is, Hugh Hefner?

Yeah, your comments are a mess. Your bank account’s doing pretty good though.

You aren’t actually dating Jungkook, but you don’t need the people of the internet up in your business like that, so you let them think what they want. He’s been a good friend to you for a long time, and when you started casually hooking up, you learned he was great in bed– great enough that you felt a little sorry keeping it all to yourself.

So one night, after enough liquid courage, you admitted to him what you actually do for a living. As a long-term sex worker, you’ve heard just about every reaction under the sun to your career: you’re going to hell, that must be so sexy, oh I could never do that… but of course I support you. Blah blah blah.

Jungkook is the only person who’s ever surprised you with his answer: he leaned in, puppy-dog eyes wide, and whispered: “I’ve always wanted to do that."

That was when you knew you’d have fun with him. Though fun doesn’t quite seem like a strong enough word to describe it as the remote control vibrator shoved up inside of you works two back-to-back orgasms out of you– your second and third of the stream.

You’re spread out on the bed, propped up on your elbows so you can still read the chat, and everything from your neck down is shaking from the effort of staying upright despite the sheer pleasure rolling through you. You throw your head back as you cry out, doing your best to keep your legs wide for the camera as your pussy pulses again and again and again.

“Fuck, baby, was that another one?” Jungkook gently caresses a hand over your thigh as you writhe underneath his touch. He loves to play up the couple-y shit on stream, and you get it; his demographic eats it up. You could do without the pet names, but it’s not a big deal. He’s sweet, and really good at checking in with you.

It’s just a little hard to respond when you’re losing your shit. “Y-y-yeah,” you manage to gasp out, chest heaving with effort. “Two… oh fuck, t-two in a r-row.”

“Do you need a break?” His hand creeps closer to your core, ready and willing to remove the toy at your command. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head as your walls continue to flutter.

“No, no, no.” You say emphatically, doing your best to jiggle your tits to punctuate the words. When your eyes blink open, Jungkook shoots you a small knowing smile, his face turned away from the camera so that only you can see it. What can you say? You like to put on a show. “I need more.”

“I’m sure they can give you more.” You can barely think, let alone read, so he leans forward to check the screen of your laptop. “Thank you so much for your donation… JKDumpThatBitch69.”

You quickly close your eyes again so your audience can’t see them roll back in annoyance. These fucking girls, man.

“I’ll think about it, bunny,” Jungkook says with a shy laugh, and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s shooting the camera a playful wink. You slowly open your eyes as the vibrations trail off, and you run a hand down over your cunt and the toy tucked inside it, mostly to make sure it hasn’t fucking fallen off yet.

“You always know how to make me feel so good,” you whimper for the camera, chasing the phrase with an exaggerated hiss as you squeeze your pussy lips around the vibrator.

Jungkook has told you that you oversell it sometimes– he’s the only one who’s seen both sides of you, so maybe he’s right. But when you glance over at him, he’s clearly enjoying himself, as indicated by the outline of his erection now straining against his tight black briefs. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you can’t help yourself.

“Come here, baby,” you stress the pet name on purpose, an inside joke between the two of you because he knows you lowkey hate them.

An anticipatory grin spreads over his face. Jungkook always looks so excited that he gets to fuck you, and you can’t deny– it’s quite the ego boost. You inhale sharply as a gentle round of vibrations rolls through you, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Tilting up to read the screen, you rock your hips against the bed with a soft groan of appreciation.

“Thank you,” you have to squint to make sure you’re reading the name right, “BothOfYouTopMe420. Hear that one, babe?”

Jungkook has stepped out of frame to slip off his briefs and is now squeezing a healthy amount of lube into the palm of his hand. Your eyes drop heavy-lidded to watch the way he spreads it over his cock, knowing good and well the camera can’t see him: this part of the show is only for you. His tip is already starting to leak precum, and you bite down on your bottom lip at the sight as the toy continues to rumble inside you.

“Yeah, I think you’d look pretty good in a strap,” he says, loud enough that the stream will pick it up, and you laugh a little, not expecting that comment out of him.

“Maybe we can try that next time,” you tease. “Now will you please come fuck me?”

Stepping back into the shot, Jungkook kneels down on the corner of the bed, gently grabbing your legs and shifting you to the perfect angle for the camera. You’ve run the numbers on this– your content performs substantially better when his ass is in the frame. The people want what they want.

The toy has stopped buzzing for now, and you know exactly what everyone is waiting for. You’re a little jealous of the view they all have, that they get to watch Jungkook’s muscles flex as he braces himself on the mattress on either side of you, but you lose that thought entirely as he starts to push his length into you.

Nope, you correct yourself, you actually don’t give a shit about the view. Getting fucked by him is way better. They have every right to be jealous.

It’s definitely a stretch to take both him and the toy, but the lube does its job, and the three orgasms have certainly also helped get you relaxed and pliable. There’s barely any pain, you want him so bad.

“Feels so good, baby,” he groans, and you have to bite back the urge to tell him to buckle the fuck up.

The tip jar dings, and you brace for impact, but some kind soul clearly decided to go easy on you and give Jungkook a chance to get used to the lowest setting. You’re grateful for it, especially because you can already feel his cock twitching inside you, pressed tight between your walls and the toy.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, his hips starting to roll. “Do you like it, baby?” Translation: Is this still okay? It doesn’t hurt?

He’s too good to you. You nod your answer, lifting up to find his lips with yours as he starts to properly thrust. The two of you don’t do a lot of kissing when the cameras are off, and you always forget how nice it is, his lips so soft and warm. It’s good for the stream, you tell yourself, but your heart squeezes in your chest all the same.

When you hear the tip jar ding again, you know you won’t get lucky twice. You pull away from Jungkook with a smile, your muscles tightening in anticipation. “Get ready, baby.”

He talked a big game all morning about how he’d be able to take it, how good his stamina is, so you can barely hold your laugh in at the way his eyes roll back in his head when the highest setting kicks on. That’s what he gets for underestimating the bunnies.

“Oh my god–” Jungkook gasps, “oh my god.”

The feeling is insane even for you, and you quickly lose your ability to focus on him. You drop back against the bed, your back arching and your still-sensitive pussy shuddering at the intensity; you know the way you pulse around him only makes it that much harder for Jungkook to hang on.

“Fucking shit, baby,” he cries, rutting desperately into you, animalistic. “Yeah, so good, so fucking good, agh–”

The way he grinds against the toy pressed firmly into your g-spot is more than you can take, and you can only moan as you feel yet another wave of pleasure crest inside you.

“I’m coming, fuck,” you breathe, “I’m coming.”

Jungkook’s pace increases, ruthless now, as your walls squeeze tight around him and the vibrator, pushing the intense buzz so far into your core it makes your fucking teeth chatter. He doesn’t have the breath to say anything, but you can feel his cock pulsing inside you as his release hits, too, ropes of warm cum spilling out of him to fill up your already overfull cunt.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Jungkook finally manages to groan hoarsely as his head drops onto your shoulder. You can't believe he came that fast. As smug as he can be about it, his stamina is typically impressive.

You tip your head up when you feel something wet drip down your collarbone, wondering if he lost it so bad that he’s drooling on you. With one hand, you gingerly lift his chin up to look at you, only to realize a few tears are streaming down his face.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” you say, momentarily forgetting your pet names. “Are you okay?”

He smiles shyly, clearly embarrassed, balancing on one arm so he can wipe his face with the other. “That was just really fucking intense. Fuck.” He turns to look at the camera, and you hide a giggle behind him because you know his fangirls are going to love this shit.

Jungkook drops his voice into the low end of his register, so fucking ridiculous that you have to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. “I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.”

Once you've swallowed your laughter down, you release his shoulder to seek lazy kisses from him, smiling against his mouth, until you’re both a little more recovered. When he slips out of you, ducking out of frame once more to pull his briefs back on, you recenter yourself on the bed. Your walls continue to flutter tenderly as you move with the toy still inside you.

“Look at that pussy, so fucking messy,” Jungkook groans softly as you spread yourself wide for the camera again, his cum glistening as it leaks out of you onto the sheets. “How many rounds was that? Four?”

You trail a finger through your folds and bring it to your mouth, nodding at his question as you taste him on your tongue.

“God,” he laughs, “we’re about to break our own record. Think you can go for five, baby?”

Leaning back on your hands, you quirk an eyebrow at him, at the fact that he even has to ask. You’re a goddamn professional.

“Bring it on.”

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