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floralcyanide · 2 years

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Just Friends

sub!Austin Butler x dom!Reader Smut

>> first of all, I've accepted my beeline to hell for this one. the elvis fan club discord gets wild sometimes, and we discuss some interesting things. one of them is sub!Austin, and it awakened something in me lol. I hope everyone enjoys this. please keep the warnings in mind!!

pairing: Austin Butler x reader

warnings: smut, very smutty dear god, dom/sub, pegging, anal fingering, use of strap-on, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, crying, aftercare, all the good fluffy stuff. MINORS DNI. (do not interact) I'm so serious please don't with this one.

word count: 3507

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Austin had been bothering you all day about going and getting coffee, so eventually, you gave in to his begging. Now, the two of you are in front of a local coffee shop, surrounded by a small group of fans. It's not exactly how you had planned your afternoon, but here you are. You don't mind the fans at all usually, but today was just a weird day for you mood-wise. All you want is to have your coffee and walk back home to where you can relax in peace. But of course, you're never that lucky.

"What was it like to play Elvis?" one fan asks excitedly, holding out a napkin from the coffee shop for Austin to sign.

"It was definitely a privilege I'll never forget," Austin smiles as he scrawls his signature on the napkin with a Sharpie a barista let us have.

"Is this your partner, Austin?" another fan asks, and you feel weary of his response.

You and Austin have been dating for a few months, but very lowkey. Not many people know, and those that do have been sworn to secrecy. Both of you value your privacy, especially since Austin has become very famous very quickly. You've known each other for a long time but only recently became romantically involved. It's been a great relationship, but how do you really feel about finally being official at some point? I guess that answer weighs heavily on how Austin responds.

"Oh, no," Austin says with a chuckle, "We're just friends. Have been for a long time."

Ouch. Just friends, huh? You feel a weird pang in your stomach at the low-tier relationship description and decide maybe you two should talk later. Your weird mood just went further south on a whim.

"It was nice meeting you!" Austin tells the fans as they begin to disperse.

You remain silent as the two of you walk back to your apartment.

"Are you okay?" Austin asks around a sip of his coffee.

You shrug, "Yeah, I'm just a bit tired."

You feel like your emotions about him lying about your relationship are shallow- the two of you are keeping this lowkey and agreed to lie if necessary. It wasn't until today, for some reason, that you felt very odd about it. But you don't want to say anything unless provoked because Austin still obviously wants to keep your relationship hidden. So you'll just stew in your discomfort for now.

"Hopefully, the coffee will help with that," Austin says with a smile, completely unaware of your mood change.

You wanted so badly to wipe that pretty smile off of his face. Oh, if he only knew. You hum in response to his comment with no further reply. You aren't far from your apartment when someone else recognizes Austin, to your dismay. God, you just want to go home.

"Hi! Do you mind getting a picture?" the fan asks with a big grin on their face upon seeing Austin in the flesh.

"Of course!" Austin grins, leaning in to take a selfie.

"Is it cool if we take one with your partner too?" the fan points to you, much to your surprise. Usually, fans don't care about you.

"We-" Austin begins to say, but you cut him off.

"Oh, we're just acquaintances," you grit your teeth in a smile, "But I'd love to if that's okay with you!" you say to the fan before looking Austin directly in the eyes. When the fan glances at their phone, your face becomes expressionless when he makes eye contact with you.

Austin visibly gulps. He knows he messed up now. The fan motions for you to come closer to them so they can snap a photo of the three of you together.

"Thanks so much! It was nice meeting both of you," the fan waves goodbye before scurrying off.

Austin doesn't say a word the rest of the way home, nor do you. His mood went from chipper to uneasy very quickly. He fumbles with the keys for a hot second when you finally arrive at your apartment, his nerves beginning to show.

"Need some help?" you ask tauntingly, brushing your hand over his as you grab the keys from his grasp before unlocking the door with ease.

Austin looks dumbfounded before physically shaking himself out of it as he walks through the front door. You toss the keys into the dish by the entrance and watch as Austin thinks he's going to make a clean breakaway. But as he starts walking away from you, you hook your finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling him back towards you.

"Not so fast, baby boy," you say in a low voice, "You aren't going anywhere."

You push Austin up against the front door and get close to his face, "I have a question for you, Austin."

"What's that?" Austin asks, looking at your lips instead of your eyes. He wouldn't dare make eye contact right now, he feels too vulnerable.

You grab his jaw, forcing him to look up at you, "Eyes on me when I'm talking to you, okay, baby?"

Austin nods, maintaining eye contact with you now. He visibly struggles to keep his eyes on yours. A corrupt smile spreads upon your face at the helpless look on his face.

"My question is, would a friend kiss you like this?" you ask, pulling his face forward by his jaw, kissing him open-mouthed, "And would a friend know exactly where to kiss you?"

You begin kissing along Austin's jawline, nibbling in the spots you know makes him weak. His hands go to your waist, but you grab his wrists and raise them above his head, pinning them to the door.

"You don't get to touch until I say so," you say sternly, pulling away from his neck and nearly pressing your nose to his due to your close proximity.

Austin nods wordlessly as his chest heaves against yours. You let go of his wrists, grab the front of his shirt, and pull him down by it so he can lean down for you to kiss him again. As you dominate his mouth with your tongue, you slide your hands under his shirt, running them up his abs and chest before moving them back down to his hips. Digging your fingers into them, you pull Austin closer to your body, pressing yourself fully against him. He keeps his hands firmly by his side even though it's a struggle to not touch you. Moving your hands from his hips to the front of his jeans, you slip a finger into a belt loop and start pulling Austin away from the door.

"You know what else a friend wouldn't do?" you bite your lip as you drag him away.

"What?" Austin asks, his voice cracking from lack of use.

"Tell you to go to the bed and touch yourself until I get there."

A shudder runs through his body at your words, but he obeys. He walks to the bedroom and proceeds to the bed, where he starts to strip. You stand in the doorway as he does so, watching closely as each article of clothing falls to the floor. Turning around as he makes himself comfortable on the bed, you walk into the kitchen and make yourself a glass of wine to sip on for a few minutes before returning to the bedroom. You wanted to give Austin time to think about what he said earlier and get himself riled up before you eventually take advantage. After finishing the glass, you begin walking back to the bedroom, and the sight before you sends you reeling. Austin is completely naked and lying on the bed, the duvet covering his body except for his chest and hips, where his hand is pumping himself slowly. A devious grin finds its way onto your face as you walk to the bed and climb next to Austin, swinging a leg over his body as you settle on his thighs, fully clothed.

"Does that feel good?" you raise an eyebrow, your eyes glancing down at his hard, red tip that's now leaking with precum.

"Mhmm," Austin hums, not making eye contact again.

"Look at me and answer with your words," you say, lifting his face with your hand so he can look directly at you.

His eyes meet yours, his mouth agape as he pumps faster, "'Feels good, mama."

You bite your lip at the nickname, warmth spreading to your core as you watch him touch himself. He's getting close to cumming, and you can tell because he keeps licking his beautiful lips over and over. It’s a habit you’ve noticed. You reach over him to open the bedside drawer and retrieve your trinkets. Finding the handcuffs first, you grab Austin's arm to stop him from moving and attach one cuff to his wrist. Looping the chain through a bedpost pole, you take the other cuff and put it on his other hand, and Austin whines from the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Do you understand why I'm punishing you?" you ask him before you grab anything else.

It's an unspoken rule that when you both engage in dominating activity, you both understand why one is punishing the other. It makes the ordeal more enjoyable, and consent is easier to communicate.

"Yes, ma'am," Austin says as he looks into your eyes, a flash of regret shining in them. Not a bad regret, though. He knows exactly what's about to happen and will enjoy every second of it.

"Why am I punishing you then, baby boy?" you ask innocently.

"Because," Austin gulps, clearing his throat, "I said you were just a friend. And I lied."

You pat his cheek lovingly, "Good boy. I'm gonna show you anything but a friend tonight."

You grab a cock ring from the bedside drawer this time and slide it onto his hard-on slowly. Austin sucks in a sharp breath as he struggles against the handcuffs at the friction of the ring sliding down his shaft. You give him a few pumps just to tease him, and he moans loudly at the feeling.

"Fuck, Y/N," Austin throws his head back, exhaling shakily when you pull your hand away.

"I want you to watch me," you say, your fingers curling underneath the hem of your shirt in anticipation of taking it off.

Austin lifts his head back up, his eyelids heavy as he watches you remove your shirt and toss it into the floor next to his discarded clothing. You slowly move your arms behind your back to unclip your bra, exposing your breasts to the nippy air of the bedroom and Austin's hungry gaze. He forgets he's handcuffed and goes to grab at your breasts but struggles against the padded metal. A low groan leaves his throat in defeat.

"If you're a good boy, I'll let you enjoy them later," you smirk as you sit up off Austin's thighs and pull down your pants and underwear in one go, throwing them to the floor.

He stares at your body like it's the first time he's ever seen it, his eyes softening as he fights the cuffs from wanting to touch you again.

"You can look, but you can't touch until I say so, sweet boy," you whisper, settling back on his thighs.

You lean forward and run your finger across his bottom lip before sticking two fingers into Austin's mouth. He graciously accepts them, swirling his tongue around your digits sensually. You tap Austin's thigh with your other hand, signaling him to spread his legs for you. He obeys, his face revealing some uncertainty. You've done this before, but he sometimes gets a little nervous beforehand.

"We don't have to, baby," you say, taking your fingers from Austin's mouth, softly rubbing his thigh in a comforting manner, breaking your dominance for a moment.

"No," he says, swallowing thickly, "It feels good when you do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Austin nods.

"Let me know if you need to stop, Aus," you say, repositioning yourself to lay on your stomach.

You spread Austin's legs farther apart, your fingers digging into his thighs gently. You begin to circle his entrance with one of the fingers you had in his mouth previously, his spit lubing your finger enough to slide it in with ease. Austin inhales sharply through his nose before exhaling slowly as he adjusts to the feeling of your finger prodding inside him.

"You're doing so good, baby boy," you whisper, kissing his thigh as you push your finger further in.

You move up a little to envelop Austin's dick into your mouth as you move your digit in and out of his tight asshole, mewls leaving his lips at the feeling of you. You swirl your tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum as you enter another spit-slicked finger. Austin lets out a strangled moan, throwing his head back against the pillows behind him as he wriggles his arms. He desperately wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair and choke you on his cock as you finger fuck him, but you're the one in control tonight. So, he obeys his orders and stays in the cuffs. With your free hand, you begin to massage his balls. The ring on his dick, along with your mouth, the feeling of your fingers scissoring inside, and your hand massaging him almost sends Austin over the edge. You feel him twitch in your mouth and pull away immediately. You remove your hand and fingers slowly, Austin immediately whining at the feeling of emptiness. Reaching for the bedside table one final time, you pull out the strap-on and some lube. Austin's eyes widen a little bit.

"You're really mad, huh?" he nearly squeaks.

"Not mad," you say, admiring the girth of the strap before attaching it onto your hips, positioning it to where you can feel the thrusts against your clit, "Just a little frustrated."

You squirt some lube onto your hands before rubbing them together, warming up the liquid before slicking the strap generously. Putting the tip against Austin's entrance, you give him a questioning look, ensuring he is okay to do this before moving further. He nods quickly, wanting to feel you inside of him. The emptiness from your fingers was becoming uncomfortable. You slowly slide into him, comfortingly running your hands along his thighs as he wiggles a little from the stretch. A filthy, lengthy moan escapes Austin's throat, his eyes not leaving where you're sheathed inside of him. His cock throbs underneath the ring, his tip becoming red and angry from lack of blood flow and the feeling of his ass being stretched deliciously. You finally bottom out, staying in that position for a moment before slowly sliding back out. You thrust forward, hitting Austin's prostate dead-on and eliciting a loud cry from him. Quickly, you cover his mouth, so the neighbors don't grow curious. You bite back a laugh as you gain a steady pace, the friction of fucking Austin pressing against your clit with every hip thrust.

"Fuck," you bite your lip, reaching a hand out to jerk him off with the timing of your thrusts, sending Austin into a near frenzy.

You take your other hand and grab hold of his throat, squeezing the sides lightly as you speed up your hips, Austin's eyes rolling into the back of his head with his mouth agape. He was constantly moaning and groaning underneath you, making noise with every breath he took. You decide to undo his handcuffs to allow him some movement, finally giving him unspoken permission to touch you. His hands fly to your breasts, squeezing them feverishly as you continue to fuck him senselessly.

"I'm gonna fucking cum so hard, please, Y/N," Austin whines, "I wanna cum."

"Would a friend let you cum, baby? Would you let them fuck you like this?" you snarl, removing your hand from his throat to let him speak as your hips snap into the backs of his thighs.

"Please?" he begs, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

"I'll let you cum soon, love. Just take this dick like a good boy, okay?" you take your hand and squish his cheeks, his lips puckering up. You hover over him, your lips just brushing over his teasingly as you thrust impossibly faster, not breaking eye contact.

Tears begin to well in Austin's eyes at the overstimulation, and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You start feeling that familiar warm knot in your stomach unraveling, and you slide the cock ring off Austin. He hisses at the feeling of your hand pumping his length without restriction.

"You wanna cum? Hmm? Would you let just a friend watch you cum everywhere?" you squeeze his cheeks tighter, moving your lips by his ear, growling as you nibble the skin of it.

The feeling of the strap rubbing your clit ferociously and Austin toying with your breasts sends you into a full-body orgasm, your thighs shaking as Austin's follows soon after. Tears fall from his eyes onto his cheeks from the feeling of overstimulation. White stripes of cum continuously spurt from him for a few seconds from being pent up for so long, his chest becoming covered. You pull out of him slowly, removing the strap from your hips. Austin whines at the loss of fullness.

"Oh, baby, you did so well. So good," you praise Austin, wiping his tears as you press a loving kiss to his sweaty forehead.

He's a breathless, sweaty, and crying mess underneath you. If you could take a picture, you would, but you think you've done enough embarrassment for him tonight.

"I love you," Austin says weakly, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, his voice wrecked from crying and yelling.

"I love you too," you say, now peppering kisses all over his freckled face, "Let's get you in the bath, love."

You climb off the bed, reaching your hand out for him to pull himself up. He slowly but surely sits up with a wince, his legs shaking as he tries to stand. You allow him to lean on you as you walk him to the bathroom. He was a sight right now with his hair in all directions, cum on his stomach, and a sheen of sweat all over his body. It gives you great satisfaction that it's your fault he's such a mess. You motion for him to sit on the toilet lid as you turn the faucet on, filling the tub with bubble bath liquid as the water runs. You exhale, puffing out your cheeks while looking over at Austin. He's already staring at you, his eyes filled with something you can't put your finger on.

"You feeling okay, babe?" you ask him, suddenly worried you did too much or maybe hurt him.

"I'm fine, just feeling fucked out," he chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

The bath fills up with water and bubbles, and you gently guide Austin into the tub first, letting him slowly sink into the warm water. You follow suit immediately after, having him move up, so you're sitting behind him. Gently, you take some soapy water and rub the skin of his back, chest, and stomach, washing away the remnants of tonight's activities. You run your hands along his arms, soaping up his whole body and massaging it in the process. Austin rests his head on your shoulder as you do so. Your heart flutters at his clinginess right now. He softly kisses your jaw as you wash off the soap.

"Did it really upset you that badly when I said you were just a friend?" Austin asks after a moment of silence.

"Actually, it did for some reason. I'm not sure why suddenly it bothers me," you say, "Maybe it's time."

"I just thought you still wanted to keep things under wraps, so I lied," he looks up at you.

"I thought you still wanted to keep things a secret, and that's why I didn't say anything in case I upset you," you say with a sigh.

"I'm comfortable with whatever you're down with, babe. If you're ready, I'm ready," Austin smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear with his head still on your shoulder.

"Okay," you say, "Maybe we should start telling people, then."

The two of you stay in the bathtub for a few more minutes until Austin decides he wants to go to bed. You help him out of the tub and dry him off despite his protests, but you argue that you need to take care of him tonight. So he eventually gave up on his argument. After you're both dried off and in bed, Austin curls up next to you as you pull him into your chest, your arms wrapped around him protectively.

"I love you," Austin mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

"I love you too, sweet boy," you say against his ear.

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kookiesandcreams · 2 years

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ART

Warnings: Soft dom jk, whiney sub reader, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), tattoo artist jk (yes it's a warning) idk now tell me if I missed something and yeah hot jk

Pairing: tattoo artist!jk × fem reader

Genre: smut with teeny bit of romance

Summary: Your nervous self decides to get a tattoo. Unexpectedly you catch the attention of the tattoo artist. You are certain it doesn't stop there.

Wc: 2k+

A/n: someone needs to help me get over tatted jungkook. That mf literally walks around as if he isn't affecting us by any means like tf?

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The soul becomes dyed,

By the color of its thoughts.

For a nineteen-year-old, you were quite mature. Art fascinated you more than it should. For you, everything was a form of art. So you decided to ink your body and satisfy your soul doing it.

Reaching the tattoo parlor, the least you expected was an empty studio.

You pushed the door and stepped in to be welcomed by a chilled air-conditioned atmosphere and no one. The register book was open. Taking a close look at it, you found different tattoo designs scattered over the desk.

Your hand brushed the smooth butter paper, tracing the outline of a design. You felt something, goosebumps all over your body. Your connection with art was indescribable. You kept your handbag on the desk and collected the papers. Some of the designs were complete, intricate, and beautiful; while others, felt like they were missing something.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" His hoarse voice startled you. There was an awkward silence before you heard his footsteps clicking on the cold tiles of the floor. You wanted to turn and take a look at the owner of the voice but, you couldn't. Something about his aura and the chilled air didn't let you.

His silhouette loomed over you and you felt his presence behind you; physically this time. His arm slightly brushed yours while he tried to examine the designs. You felt trapped. Between his arms and, between your wants and your uncertainties.

You turned your face, hesitant at first. And yet again you were trapped in his onyx depth. "Beautiful," you couldn't help yourself.

"Its you."

"Huh?"

"Your reflection in my eyes is beautiful," his hands trailed closer to your waist and his face inched forward.

But before anything could happen, you placed your palms on his chest and fake coughed to show your disapproval.

"I- I am sorry," he kindly apologized.

"It's okay," you smiled at him.

He couldn't let his eyes wander off your face. Even in the darkest of nights, might your face be the bright source of light, he thought. You tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. Searching for words to speak, you found nothing.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook," he smiled.

"Hi, Jungkook, I'm Y/N."

"Cool," he stepped away from you and you sulked at the loss of that feeling that you just felt.

"Okay, so I will go set up the table and get the necessary stuff, till then you can sit here and go through the designs." He said and walked to the narrow corridor which you assumed would be taking you to the work room.

You sat there, looking at the designs and wondering what must be lying under that black woolen sweater. On the other hand, all Jungkook could think was how the ink would look on your divine body, how he wished he could color you in his love and passion. The color you red.

He smothers the sheets and gets spirit, design paper, and the machine as well. "Are you ready?" He called for you.

"Yes," you walked into the room, silence engulfing you. It was a rather clean table in a messy room. The showcase was modern, the LED had some reality show going on, and there were various designs pinned to the walls. They were incredible. Each of them held some kind of significance. Each tattoo had a symbolic meaning behind it.

"So, let's sit and decide? Or if you have something planned already, we can go ahead with it as well," he said.

"I had something on my mind but, now I want you to draw on your own accords. Looks like anything you draw defines art."

He smiled at your sudden bashfulness. "Sure, if you say so." He shrugged.

You sat on the bed-like table. "Where are you planning to get the tattoo?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Back? Is it okay?"

"More than okay," he smiled, showcasing his bunny teeth.

You turned your back towards him and started peeling off your top. Slowly and gradually you dropped each strip. This was testing Jungkook's patience. He hooked his finger in your bra strap and pushed it down. You gasped at this action of his. Turning your head, you captured his sweet reaction.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and mumbled a 'sorry'. You flashed a smile at him and continued stripping yourself further. His hand smoothed the skin on your shoulder as his fingers trailed nether. You arched your back and looked up at the ceiling.

He delicately took hold of your wavy waist-lengthed hair and tied them to a bun. Dipping the pads in alcohol, he rubbed it on your bare skin. The freezing liquid harmlessly burned your skin. Then wiping it with a towel he began with his business of designing your skin.

An hour later when he was done, he left your side to clean the machine and wash his hands, while you sat there marvelling at what it looked like. You were sure, this must be a piece of art as well but the intensity of the significance of the design intrigued you.

He dried his hand and took off his apron. You were struggling to get a glimpse of your new tattoo.

"Do you want me to click a picture for you?" He chuckled.

"Would you?"

"Sure," he smiled taking his phone out of his back pocket.

He clicked a picture and revealed it to you.

You were out of words for this masterpiece. He just chuckled at your amusement.

Paying for your tattoo, you left the studio.

"Y/N!"

You turned to see Jungkook taking long strides in your direction.

"Your number?" Presenting his phone, he looks away shyly.

You dialed your number and called yourself.

Well, that's how it began. Hangouts to coffee dates to a lot more than you could interpret and imagine.

"Fuck you look so pretty," he said, his hand gripping your waist. You were sure it will leave imprints behind but did you care?

No!

You wiggled in his lap as he did a quick work of undressing you. His cold fingers brushed your bare shoulders, tracing their way down to your arms and intertwining your finger. He kissed the back of your palms. "I like you like this; bare and vulnerable."

You started grinding your ass on his hard-on. You swear to God you felt him grow harder than he already was. He sensually kissed your shoulder and went further down, kissing your tattoos. You arched your back and sighed.

He locked both your hands in his hand behind your back and used his other hand to massage your breast while sucking at your neck. You couldn't help the string of moans and expletives that left your mouth. He smacked your thigh signalling you to get up and so you did. Turning around to look at him, you found him shirtless and eager to bed you. Your lips did the job of eliminating the gap between the both of you.

Your bodies were so close, that it seemed like you had unified. "Jungko-" he swallowed any and every word you have in your throat as he dives in for your mouth. He kisses you, and invades the space in your lungs, making you drown in him. You take a deep breath to anchor yourself. but all you end up doing is inhale more of him, his tongue slipping inside. He tastes like strawberries.

Gripping your thigh, he secures it around his waist. ''Jump," he commanded. You jumped at the cue and wrapped your legs securely around his waist. You felt his hard erection pressing against your body. You moaned at the feeling as he smirked at you.

"I love how responsive you are to such small touches," he sucked on your neck while walking to his bed.

You just whine in response. Well, what else could you do? Your bare front was pressed against his bare torso, your nether region was pressed against his hard-on, his thin but soft lips were sucking at your neck and everything felt so good that you couldn't speak.

He gently placed you on the bed and looked at you while getting rid of his pants and boxers. You grope the flesh on your chest as you look at him.

"Eager, aren't we?" You do not miss the cocky grin that appears on his face.

"Yes, now fuck me," you pleaded, expecting him to fuck you. But he was Jungkook.

He knelt in the front of the bed and grabbed your ankle jerking you suddenly. You sat and bent down to kiss him. His hands on your waist slid down to massage your thighs and coax them open. Kneading your inner thigh, you felt him very close to the spot but this man here won't give it to you easily.

"Just do it already," you whined pushing your lower half on his hand. His fingers traced your slit and felt the wetness.

"No fun," he parted your lips and gathered the slick. You threw your head back and sighed in relief. His finger prodded at your entrance before slowly entering in. He heard you screaming 'Jungkook' and smirked moving his fingers smoothly.

Adding another finger, he looked at your face. Your eyes closed tight, lips parted, head thrown back...you looked angelic. His third finger joined in and you gripped his wrist tightly. Biting your lip you muttered a 'no'.

"Baby," you could hear the warning in his voice, "have to prepare you for later. Be a good girl and take it," his fingers did a good work of stretching you open for his dick. You clenched around his finger and pulled them out instantly.

"Why?" You whined again for God knows how many times. He stood between your legs and grabbed his painfully hard cock, stroking it to fullness. The slick made it messy but you liked it.

You settled on the bed and waited for his move. He settled his legs on either side of your body and took hold of his cock aligning it at your entrance.

"Just do it, Kook," you had lost your patience.

He rubbed it at your clit and gathered the wetness, entering in with a swift motion. You moaned his name and scratched his back. He grunted as your walls enveloped him and your heat clenched around him.

His hips moved rhythmically, reaching the spot and making you feel like you were in heaven. "Jungkook, faster," you tapped his shoulder.

But this bitch was always up for teasing you. As if on cue, he slowed down. You could feel his cock dragging your walls, you could feel the veins on his cock, each drag taking you closer to your euphoria.

Suddenly he paced, you were a mess now. Blabbering incoherent words. "Kiss me," you demanded. He looked in your eyes and kissed your cheek. "Kookie kiss me please," he grinned and kissed the corner of your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pouted. Your teary eyes looked up at him, "Kookie kiss me, please," you were so whiney today.

"Does my baby deserve to be kissed?" How you wished you could rub that smirk off his face.

"Yes, I deserve it,"

"Why?"

"Because I love you!"

He wouldn't admit it, but he did feel his stomach doing silly back flips. So, he showed you instead; he captured your lips in a careless kiss, it was filthy to say the least. That was all you needed to get closer to your already ebbed orgasm.

"Jungkook I'm close,"

"Hold on babes," he started rutting at an unimaginable pace.

"I cannot," you whined yet again.

His hips moving at such a speed, his mouth sucking at your neck, that was it. You came, your orgasm making you feel like paradise. You clenched hard making Jungkook groan at the tightness.

"Fuck baby, did you cum?" His moments never slowed.

"Sorry" you moaned. His cock was now overstimulating you.

"Don't be sorry, but you could have waited," he fastens.

"Aah Jungkook, stop I can't take it!" You shivered.

"Just a moment babes, I'm done."

After a few more thrusts he pulled out and came on your stomach. Tired from the activity he laid down beside you.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" He was genuinely concerned.

"No," you smiled and closed your eyes.

He grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and wiped the cum off your abdomen and cleaned your thighs and privates.

Later he pulled you close to him. You snuggled closer to him seeking comfort and warmth. "I love you," he kissed your forehead and you both drifted off to sleep.

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