HIGHWAY TO HELL â± đČÖŒ [J.J.K.] preview
â± starring⊠jeon jungkook x f!reader | rockstar!jk x tattoo artist!reader | 1980âs au | established relationship | ft. all other bts members as bandmates and yoongi is the manager !
â± genre/warnings... pwp, a mixture of angst and fluff, smut, takes place in the grungy, rugged underground music scene of NYC in the 80âs, o/c used to be a groupie but is now jkâs gf, this fic is going to be very chaotic⊠thereâs a lot of warnings for this including: dark humor (nothing offensive), toxic relationship, the âi literally need you to survive or else iâll dieâ trope, o/c is jkâs muse, he fr worships his girl as if sheâs some otherworldly deity, attempting to delve into the complexities of mental instability ?? (theyâre both mentally fucked in the head tbh), autophobia/monatophobia, DARK/HEAVY THEMES!, small mentions of stalking, mentions of mental health struggles, self injury, heavy alcohol & substance abuse, jk has a belly piercing (yes, that is a warning in itself), jk plays bass and is main vocals of the band, he argues w/ his bandmates a lot, switch!jk but he leans more towards dom, sex while under the influence, size kink, yâall are both super nasty and kinky like omg this is gonna be insaneeesfds, also heavy exhibitionism: they literally have sex in front of ppl multiple times (oops). i will be sure to include the rest once itâs fully finished !
â± synopsis... when moving to the big city, you had only three things in mind: start life anewâ a fresh, clean slate that allows you to bloom into whomever you wish to be, open your own tattoo parlor, and to meet and fuck as many rockstars as you possibly can. in fact, all was going according to plan thus far, however, the minute you crossed paths with him is when life takes a pivotal shift for the better and possibly, worse. youâve become inseparable since day one, building an intense co-dependency that not even the devil himself can seem to unravel. a story of the submerging tension between two lonely, lost souls navigating youth through glitz, glamour, sleepless nights, and reckless hotel parties every weekend. itâs as if everyone else exists to come and go; besides the unconventional love that you cultivate together. OR,, just lots of sex, drugs, & punk rock.
â± run time... will be over 10k+ words
â± soundtrack... seek & destroy metallica, you shook me all night long ac/dc, purgatory iron maiden, she the misfits
i had this idea for sooo long omg, itâs slightly different than how i originally imagined it here, but iâm finally doing it so yay for meee !! iâve never tried a concept like this before saur iâm def going to research a lot for this since i wasnât born in the 80âs lol. i honestly have no idea how long this will be but me thinks itâll be around 10-12k words ??? ( itâs going to be the longest thing i ever made .. T^T ) but my goal this year has been to start writing longer fics so iâm excited ! if anyone wants to be tagged once itâs uploaded just lmk <3
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. your bestfriend, satoru, sends your cheating boyfriend a rather explicit video of the two of you as revenge.
tags. best friend!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. dĆggy style. dirty talk. crÄampie. reader gets called âpretty, angel, babyâ. cheating. consensual fÄ«lming. anon req.
âmmshiit, shouldâve fucked you long time ago,â satoru hisses, his hips stuttering against the plump flesh of your ass. heâs unable to stop himself now that heâs got his pretty best friend underneath himâin a sinful position he has only had wet dreams of.
one moment youâre crying because of your cheating boyfriend and the next youâre getting your guts rearranged by your bestfriend who comforted you through it all.
your mascara stains satoruâs pillow, your drool doing the exact same. youâre acting like a total slut for his cock, mewling for him to give you more, to give it to you faster and harder. all of which is caught on tape.
âyeah? want more, baby?â satoru coos as he holds up your phone with one hand. his other one is gripping the side of your hipâkeeping your ass perked up so he can continue hitting that right spot inside of your greedy cunt. the white-haired man snickers behind the camera, âcâmonâtell your boyfriend just how much yâ need your best friendâs cock.â
you know satoruâs filming himself hitting it from the back. itâs nasty, but it only serves to excite you. you know your âboyfriendâ will be enraged once he receives the erotic video from you. heâs never liked satoru neither, always preventing you two from meeting each other. which was a red flag by itself.
youâll show that hypocritical bastard.
âneed more, âtoru, pleaseââ you babble, your voice muffled by the pillow. your body jerks with each hard thrust. every move is made with precision, with the intention of pleasuring you until your insides remember the shape of his dick only, âfuckk, âtis too big.â
satoru grins smugly. youâre basically admitting that heâs way bigger than that excuse of a man youâre dating. his ego gets a huge boost and it shows when he drives his throbbing cock deeper into your tight cunt.
âawwh, i know, but i bet my sweet girl can take it,â your best friend encourages you through a raspy voice. the fact that he called you his âsweet girlâ drives you insane. your pussy squeezes around his cock in response.
satoruâs eyes nearly roll back from the way youâre gripping him. he moves his other hand around your hips until his fingertips find your clitoris. he over stimulates you until youâre crying of pleasure.
you end up clenching around his fat dick even more. it feels like youâre trying to snap his cock in half with how much youâre sucking him in. thereâs not a chance of it slipping out of you.
satoru moans loudly without any shame, letting both you and your boyfriend - whoâd watch the video later - know how much he enjoys pounding your cunt like itâs actually his; âyâre so fucking tight. you sure your boyfriendâs been fucking you?â
you feel embarrassed by how much youâre enjoying his dirty talk. satoruâs drilling his cock into you so well to the point that youâve forgotten all about the intimacy you shared with your cheating boyfriend. it was nothing compared to how satoru is treating you right this moment.
the white-haired man continues, still not believing that heâs finally living out his dreams. your body is heaven to him. satoru canât help but whimper at the feeling your pussy sucking him in so desperately, âfeels like your pussy hasnât had any dick in a good while.â
the way youâre basically screaming into the pillow is enough evidence to confirm that your boyfriend has never fucked you properly at all. that delicious arch of your back, that ass of yours bouncing back on his pelvis in circles. . . satoru just knows it.
you hiccup and try to speak. you know your boyfriend is going to see the video and that only drives you to be more vocal than you already are. youâre going to get revenge and youâre going to make it as painful as possible.
ây-yeah,â you agree with satoruâs words. your words are basically slurredâtoo cockdrunk to properly talk. you lift your head up for a second to breathe and continue your whiny babbling between moans, âheâs n-never fucked me as well as youângh!â
your voice is perfect. everything about you is. satoru isnât sure if heâll even last long like this. he wants to claim you as his girl already. he wants to thrust his cum as deep as he can inside of you so youâll only think of him.
âpoor, poor baby,â satoru pouts and rubs your ass gently as he watches it bounce back at him with every thrust. the view is hypnotising. he cannot grasp the fact that your boyfriend fumbled such an amazing girl like you, âitâs okay. iâll make it up to ya, mhm? iâll treat you like a real man would.â
you nod and whimper in agreement, which gives satoru the green light. youâre going to be his at the end of this session. heâs going to claim you as hisâfinallyâafter all those years.
you feel yourself start to tremble. you feel tingly all over and your moans are getting louder. the curve in satoruâs dick is making your mind go blank. it makes his tip hit the deepest spots inside you, the right spots. youâre desperately searching for that sweet release.
âaht, aht, angel,â satoru clicks his tongue whilst deepening the arch of your back. his fingers trace the shape of your spine, feeling you shiver from the touch as he pounds you silly. âhold it in, yeah? need you to cum for me when i do. wanna fill this cunt to the brim.â
you try to hold on the best you can. after a couple more thrusts, satoruâs breath turns shaky and his noises turn into whimpersâa sign that heâs on the edge, âfuck fuck fuck fuck! baby- âm gnna cum!â
you gasp and your body spasms and squirms as you reach your climax at the exact same time. you feel your cunt being flood with spurts of semen. itâs so muchâas if satoruâs been storing all of it just for you.
âthere there. such a good girl,â satoru sighs and pulls out of you after making sure that youâve settled down. he takes his dick out as slowly as possible, pointing the camera right at the lewd sight. his entire length is coated with a mixture of your slick and his white cum.
you shiver at the feeling of being left empty. satoru soothes you by pushing his cum back into your pussy with two long fingers. he films the entire process, focusing on your stuffed hole for a few seconds before putting the phone up.
satoru points the back camera at the both of you, getting the entire view of the messy bed. he grins and puts a peace sign upâending the video with a mocking yet cold smile thatâs directed to the man whoâs going to be watching this video soon, âshouldâve treated her better.â
oh, your boyfriend is going to be fuming. deserved..
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Give Me Tough Love
Synopsis. What happens when your boyfriend just so happens to be mad at you? Well, your poor pĂșssy might just know the answer.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, brat-taming, angry sĂ©x, oral (male + female receiving), vĂbrators (Nanamiâs), manhandling, unprotected, spanking (Sukunaâs), thigh-riding, intercrural, mentions of Higuruma and Shiu, cĂșmplay, bunch of heinous stuff idek, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.2k
A/N. Smh Iâm sick, try not to catch my virtual cold.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Dirty mouth? Heâll fix it.
âThe fuck did you just say to me?â he spits, Tojiâs hand tightening around your throat, pathetic little gurgles going straight to his cock. âBecause I know you arenât talking back to me like a lilâ slut unless you want to be treated like one.â
âT-Toji mâsorry- mpfh-â Greedily taking in the way your your mouth drops into a soft little oh! as he grazes his fat tip across your lips, glossing your lips so fucking filthily with his precum, all pretty and dripping down to your chin. Hot and angry, and at perfect eye-level for you.
 Hand moving up to pry your swollen mouth open, âYouâre only sorry cuz yer gonna get what youâve been askinâ for, doll.âÂ
Youâd been extra mouthy with him today, all sass and snipey comments like you just wanted this to happen. And it only took one offhand remark about how Shiu probably lasts longer in bed before Tojiâs pushing you onto your knees, hand at your throat, breath hot against your ear. And, well, that smart mouth can do nothing but beg for mercy now.
Toji scoffs, snapping you out of your daze, âNothinâ to say now, huh?â edging his hips closer âOpen wide fâme now, yeah- jusâ like that- mâgonna clean out this dirty lilâ mouth of yours. Hngh-â
And with that Tojiâs stuffing himself into your mouth. A raw little grunt leaving the back of his throat as your lips stretch so sinfully around his thick cock, and if he angled his head just right he could see the way your throat was bulging and full of him. âShit, doll. Look at you struggling to take me.â
And Tojiâs so mean - not even easing you into it before heâs thrusting in harsh, quick little strokes into your heavenly mouth. âHah- Hard to take me all?â he taunts, loving the way youâre choking and gagging all around him.Â
Pulling you down on his swollen cock till your nose is pressed against those tufts of black hair at his base. So wet with precum and spit. âShouldnât be, no? Ngh- A lilâ slut with such a fucking filthy mouth like you should take me sâeasily.â
All he gets in response is a low, wet moan, muffled around his cock. One that goes straight to his twitching balls. Smacking your chin with each thrust, so hard heâs sure it hurts. But he couldnât give less of a fuck, chuckling, âHeh, forgot you canât speak with mâdick lodged in your throat, huh?â
And oh Toji almost considers going easy on you at the messy state of your mascara, and the way you bat your lashes tearily up at him. Itâs only when you flick your tongue so sluttily underneath his sensitive tip in a way you knew would drive him wild that all thoughts of that go out the window. âSo you like this, huh?â
Voice so low and dangerous it makes your cunt clench in- fear? Anticipation? You donât even know because Toji has his hand wrapped around your throat again, hip stuttering filthily.Â
And then itâs like something snaps because Tojiâs ruining your pretty face. Abs flexing as he drags your head up and down up and down up and- like some toy. God, he thinks, itâs fucking hard to look at you too - so sloppy with the way precum and spit was dribbling down the corner of your mouth, his dick bulging in and out of your throat. In and out in and out in and-Â
âMight let out a few tears, but I know that slutty lilâ cunt of yours has never been wetter.â
Reaching blindly to feel for his phone, he punches in that familiar contact. Cock twitching inside your plushy mouth at the way your eyes widen in surprise. Sputtering around his dick - but you canât run away, because Toji has a hand firm on your head, pushing you down. Still fucking your pretty lilâ mouth while the line rings once. Twice.Â
âDonât act so suprised, doll. All Shiu and I are gonna do is fuck some manners into you.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Karmaâs a bitch
âMhm, yes, Higuruma. Iâve told the supervisor to email me the documents. Oh? In the background?âÂ
His darkened eyes sweep your figure - wrists tied, soaking through your panties, swollen lips falling into a little oh! at the bullet vibrator buzzing maddeningly in your dripping cunt. All controlled by the man himself, watching you like a hawk from the corner of the bedroom. âMust be the wind.âÂ
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-
âKento- please, wanâ cum. Ngh-â you whine pathetically. But it all falls on deaf ears, because Nanami only manspreads further on the armchair, a long finger unhurriedly coming up to signal you to be quiet as he continues on his business call.Â
Intensity setting 1.
Oh you could just cry. How did you even get here?Â
All you did was send him a few photos in his favorite lingerie while he was at work - who knew that Nanami would end up clocking early, coming straight home to absolutely fucking ruin you for that little stunt that had him sporting a rock-hard boner all through an important meeting.Â
âA voice? Ah, yes.â and that snaps you out of your little reverie. You blink at the flash of amusement in Nanamiâs eyes as he continues the call. âYes, a little fight as all couples have. Yâknow how it is.â
Intensity setting 2.
You jolt at the stimulation, body jerking up for some - any - friction. âKento~â you choke, tears clinging to your eyes now.Â
But oh where Nanami was usually gentle touches and sweet, sweet love - he was so fucking mean now. Licking his lips at the slick dribbling down your legs so sloppilly, spreading in such an obscene pool on the sheets below. Frustrated tears cling to your lashes - you just wanted to fucking cum.Â
âWell, I wouldnât exactly say sheâs mad at me.â
Intensity setting 3.
No, you were fucking losing your mind.Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt- Blinking tearily at Nanami as his thumb draws quick, relentless little circles on the intensity. The vibrator throbbing against your walls in time with your quivering walls, just grazing that one spot. But purposefully avoiding it so that he could see you fall apart and all desperate.Â
He sighs, âI know, I have to make it up to her, right?â
Intensity setting 4.
âYou have any ideas, Higuruma? Flowers?âÂ
âHngh- Kento- Please, wanâ your cock.â Gritting your teeth so that you wonât just scream or outright demand that Nanami ends the call and makes you cum right now, you settling for low, needy little whimpers of his name. Whiney in just the way you knew he liked. And by the looks of the painfully hard cock straining against his trousers, you knew it was working.Â
âOr, chocolates?âÂ
Maybe it was working too well because Nanamiâs amping up his abuse on your cunt. Devouring the way youâre reacting so sensitively to the way he was turning the vibrations up and down. Swollen cock twitching at the wet gasps leaving your mouth, thighs twitching and squeezing together so sluttily to get yourself off.Â
âYeah, youâre right.â you blink away the tears in your eyes to risk a glimpse at the man currently driving you wild. Irritation spiking at the way he was huffing out a laugh, âI could just make her cum hard enough to see stars. Isnât that right, sweetheart?â
Intensity setting 5.
Your orgasm takes you by surprise - violent and fast. The last thing you see is the cruel little smirk curling Nanamiâs lips before heâs setting the phone down with a quick goodbye. And then itâs all stars behind your eyelids as you finally cum, not even caring if whoeverâs on the phone hears the strangled yelp of âAh! Kento, mâcumming mâ- hah-â
And itâs all you can do to ride your high out on the vibrations still stimulating your sore cunt. So sensitive and maddening that you almost miss the metallic clinking of a belt.
Ringing in the heady air, the complete opposite of the voice to suddenly very close against your ear, low and hoarse with desire, âNow, think itâs time for me to make it up to you. Hm, sweetheart?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Work for it!
âGet off on mâthigh, or youâre not getting off at all.â
Getoâs had enough of the cold shoulder today before he decides youâre getting one too - even when youâre needy and sat so prettily on his lap. It was only fair, right? Which is why he swats away the hand reaching for his aching cock, angry and throbbing in his fist. Twitching in his hand at the adorable little pout playing on your lips, âNuh uh, bad girls donât get what they ask for.â
âBut Sugu~â you whine, slightly whiny yet not desperate - at least, not yet. âAlready said I was sorry-â
âSorry doesnât cut it for that attitude you were givinâ me earlier, gorgeous.â he cuts you off, leaning back comfortably on the chair. Smirk only widening at the way your eyes were so deliriously locked on the way his fist starts moving in slow, languid little strokes up and down his swollen cock. âNow, yâgonna fuck that pretty lilâ cunt on my thigh or just watch? Sâfine fâme either way.â
You huff at the way he was being so mean - letting a beat of silent staredown pass. One. Two. Cunt so achingly wet and dripping all over where you straddled Getoâs muscular thigh.
âFine.â
You feel so dirty dragging your pussy all over his thigh like some bitch in heat. Your clit pressing down on his skin hard. âSugu!â you yelp, hands reaching up to play with your sensitive nipples, still rocking your hips sloppily.Â
Fuck does he love your little show - and you can see it too. Catching the way his balls squeeze painfully, brows furrowing and locked on the way your folds were spread apart so sluttily.Â
âAll that talk but look at yânow.â he hums. And Geto knows heâs supposed to be punishing you, but he canât stop the way he starts bouncing his leg to meet your grinds. âWhatâve ya gotta say for yourself now, my lilâ slut?âÂ
âMâsorry!â you whine, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as he fucks you on his thigh. So hot and messy. His skin glistening in the dim light with all your sweet sweet juices, trailing down to the cushion below and pooling at his heavy balls. And Geto was such a fucking picture - hair falling over his shoulders, bottom lip bitten, cock so long and mouthwateringly hard, flushed your favorite shade of pink at the tip.
Only bouncing his leg faster at your cute lilâ whines, like he was turning you into his slut - hit stupid lilâ slut. And all you can sputter out are strained little âMâsorry mâsorry jusâ lemme touch you. Wanna touch you-â
He cuts you off with a desperate, desperate kiss. A permission. A surrender. And you taste the sin and the satisfied little grin on his lips as you reach for his heavy cock. Drinking in the low hiss at the back of Getoâs throat as you start stroking him in quick, desperate tugs.Â
And he lets you.Â
Hips bucking to chase the feeling of your soft hand wrapped so deliciously around his throbbing cock. Faster. Your nails delicately tracing the pulsing veins along the side, swirling under his slit because shit you might act like itâs a punishment but youâve never been wetter. âFuck this hand was made fâme, you were made fâme.â
Previous anger forgotten - perhaps in some miraculous act of mercy - Geto couldnât even care less if it was all sloppy, mindless little tugs and grinds, high off of your desperation. In fact, Geto wasnât any better with the way he was snaking a hand down to draw steady, lazy little circles on your swollen lips.
Whispering against your lips, âMake us cum within the next five seconds or youâre going back to getting off on my thigh and nothing else.â
Oh. Not an act of mercy.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Evil twin
âSorry-â heâs murmuring into your neck, lifting your leg just a little bit higher to slide his cock messily between your swollen folds. âNgh- sorry, baby. Fuck.â
Choso canât even remember why heâs pissed off - or that useless little argument that led to this - but when Chosoâs angry, itâs like he flips a switch. Such a silent tease where heâs usually all lingering kisses and everything you could ever want.Â
Which is why heâs got you splayed out on your side, angry, red tip kissing your entrance in a way that was so filthy.Â
âCho, jusâ gimme your cock.â You arch your back, rubbing so deliciously against his abs, flexing with the strain to not just plunge into your pretty lilâ cunt right now. âJusâ want you inside me. Please?â And shit Choso must be really pissed off because he doesnât waver even at the way you bat your lashes at him, instead resorting to leaning down and kissing that adorable pout off your lips.Â
He bites down on your bottom lip, tugging ever-so-slightly as he starts sliding his cock inbetween your pretty thighs. Creating such a sticky mess as he moves in slow, shallow little thrusts - Choso was always so sloppy. And such a fucking tease as he angles his hips to just graze your swollen clit.
You gasp into his open mouth, mewling out a strained lilâ âAh! W-wait whatâre you doi-â
âFucking getting myself off, what does it look like doll?â
Fuck, he was really mad. But that doesnât stop you from craning your neck to glare at him - eyes traitorously drinking in his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, stray strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead while he meets your gaze head-on. Unwavering.Â
âBit rude to get off by yourself, huh?â you scoff, raising a brow at the slow smirk curling his lips.Â
âYouâd know a lot about being rude, huh?â
You donât even have the time to react to his sheer audacity because Chosoâs snaking down a hand to toy with your swollen clit. Still rocking his hips between your thighs. Loving the way all you can do is buck into his touch and whine so prettily as he rolls the sensitive bud between two long fingers. âBut since Iâm so fuckinâ nice, you better thank me, baby.â
âYâlike this?â he hums hoarsely, playing with your needy clit. Index circling your hole, just barely dipping in before heâs swiftly moving back to rub delicate patterns on the bud. âCouldâve gotten more if you hadnât run that pretty lilâ mouth earlier.âÂ
âB-but I want more.â youâre babbling deliriously, trying to meet his relentless little rhythm on your cunt. Just wishing that he would fuck you like you wanted him to. But no - not yet.
âMore? You think you deserve more?â
âYes!â and it sounds like a sob that goes straight to his cock. âWanâ more please. Was wrong- ah- I was wrong-â
Choso isnât even sure if you remember what you two were fighting about, but that doesnât stop him from having such fun bullying you - high off the power and the way your cunt tries to clench around his fingers. And especially your little surrender.Â
âExactly what I was waitinâ for.â
Itâs like something snapped because Chosoâs bullying his fingers in between your folds, curling deftly against that one gummy spot he knows will have you letting out such cute lilâ whines. Hitting that spot over and over as he pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt. Letting you soak him in all your sweet juices.
And youâre so sensitive and needy that all that spills from your lips are mewls of, âOh- hngh- Choso Choso- yes, jusâ like that. Faster.â
Maybe for the first time tonight, Choso listens. Movements getting so sloppy and frantic as he chases your high. And occasionally you get such a delicious taste of his throbbing cock as his hips get erratic, fucking himself on your thighs.
You cum with a strangled gasp of Chosoâs name, hips bucking wildly. White-hot pleasure running down your spine, and your blood roaring in your ears. Itâs all you can do to milk his fingers the way you would with his cock as you ride out your high.Â
But luckily for you, you feel his weeping tip nudging your quivering hole. So heavy, precum mixing with your slick in such a sinful combination.Â
Breath hot against your ear as he whispers a quiet little, âActually, mâreally fucking not sorry.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Plaything!
âFuckinââ he kisses his teeth, hand raising up, up, up - coming down swiftly- Smack! âBrat.â
âOh- Hngh p-please.â you gasp, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Nails digging into his shoulders for some - any - mercy from where youâre sat prettily on his lap, throbbing cock stuffed in your cunt. Hard and aching. Yet still unmoving.Â
Thumb drawing lazy little circles on your clit, fast enough to have your thighs quivering on his lap, but slow enough to not give you exactly what you want - heâs been teasing you for hours now.
âP-pleeease.â he mocks, voice so dramatically whiny, swatting your ass again. Sukuna doesnât even know why heâs fucking pissed off, he just likes seeing you all teary and letting out such cute lilâ whines, trying to eagerly to please him. Is he being a bully? Yeah. Does it make it cock so painfully hard watching you try to grind your pretty pussy down on his cock? Fuck yeah.
Which is why he watches you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, and oh how he loves taking in this heavenly sight. Your cunt spread so shamefully, sloppy and wet enough that youâre dripping all over him. Â
His messy girl. It almost makes him want to play nice.
Smack! And that has you keening, pressing your sensitive tits harder against his front. âWhat do you want, brat?â
Your breath hitches, words shaky, âWant your cock, âKuna-â
But the only response you get is a huffed out dark chuckle. Strong arms spreading your legs even further as Sukuna leans leisurely against the headboard. He scoffs, loving the way you were always the cutest when he played mean. âYou already have it in your pretty lilâ cunt, want more could you want?â
âW-wanâ you to fuck me,â a hand trailing down to massage his heavy balls, moving your hips in slutty circles to meet his, milking him inside you. âWanâ you to fill me up with your cum till mâdumb. Till everyoneâs gonna know- Ah- ple-â
Oh how he loved all your dirty little tricks. âHm, ya really were desperate for my cock, huh?â he grits out, jaw clenched and eyes locked on the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him up so deliciously. Like you were trying to milk something delicious out of him. âSqueezinâ me so fuckinâ tight. Ya really that cock-hungry, brat?â
Smack! Speeding up his movements on your clit, your pathetic little sob rings in Sukunaâs ears and goes all the way down to his twitching dick. Massaging your plushy walls just right.
That makes you mewl and buck wildly, slurring out, âYes! Wanâed so bad. Wanted to be split a-apart hngh- on yer cock nâ filled to the brim.âÂ
Fuck, Sukuna bites his lower lip, do you even have any idea what youâre saying?
He doubts it - and he doesnât give a fuck because before you know it, your hands are pinned behind your back, and Sukunaâs fucking up into you in one, harsh thrust.Â
âSaid you wanâ my cock, nâ youâre gonna get it brat.â
Messy and desperate as youâre being split apart by his massive cock, starting to ram into you with wreckless abandon. And you can do nothing but take it because Sukunaâs holding you still, arching you impossibly deeper into him.
âKuna- mm ngh-â
âSo cockdrunk that you canât even speak, huh?â heâs high off of the way your words are a strangled mess. Such a pity you couldnât do anything else either - with the way he was holding you still. Like some fucktoy from the depths of his treasury. Grip bruising on your arms, only being able to let out such pathetic lilâ ah! ah! ah! against his ear each time his cock hits your bruised cervix.Â
âThis what my little slut wanted?â His hips are erratic now, fucking any and every thought out of your mind. Hungry gaze appreciatively taking in the way your head was lolling against his shoulder, so cock-drunk and delirious already. âNow, donât act so fucked out, brat. Weâre only getting started.â
Well, he didnât say he was going to be nice. Now, did he?
⥠GOJO SATORU - Candy for a bad day
âHad a bad day.â Itâs all that announces Gojoâs arrival.Â
Startled, you whirl his head to catch that an uncharacteristic little sigh, heâs pulling his blindfold down haphazardly, raising his eyes to meet yours and oh-
Fuck, you werenât going to make it out alive.
And Gojo wasnât sure whether he would either with the way he was immediately slamming the front door shut, lips searing on yours as he shoves you against the adjacent wall with a soft thud!Â
âS-Satoru, what the fuck?â you sputter, head spinning because he was here and then kneeling in front of you so fast you think he mightâve teleported there. Hand groping every inch of you he could reach, thumbing over your hardened nipples. Drawing little circles on your hips as he looks at you through heavy, half-lidded eyes.
You try to talk back some semblance of sanity into him, âSatoru, what happ-â
âShut up. Those annoying old fuckers always fuckinâ piss me off. Dunno why you fuckinâ made me attend that meeting.âÂ
Oh. Thatâs what happened.Â
Heaving in a shaky gasp, you let him all but rip off your skirt. Flinging them to God-knows-where with the audacity of a man that would buy you ten new ones to replace it. Gojoâs mouth falls into a soft little oh! at the heavenly sight of your already-soaked panties. Â
âSwear mâgonna purple hollow them all one day.â he murmurs into your pretty pussy, tongue darting out to draw lazy patterns along your slit. âGonna have âem begging for their lives.â
Words muffled around the flimsy fabric - ones he rips clean off your hips with one hand. Not even letting you flinch at the cool air before Gojoâs pooling your sweet juices on his fingertips. Staring right in your eyes while he pops them into your mouth, sucking them clean and glistening with saliva in the dim light.Â
âOh.â Eyes rolling to the back of his at the taste of your sweet lilâ cunt. âYou always taste sâfucking perfect fâme. Canât believe youâve been fucking holdinâ out on me.â
And maybe Gojo loses his patience - maybe his sanity - because one taste, and heâs hooked. Diving face-first into your clothed cunt, breathing in your scent so fucking lewdly.
âF-fuck, Toru-â you whisper breathlessly, gripping those soft white locks for some stability. The only reply you get is Gojo licking long, languid stripes up your swollen folds. Your slick glossing his ruby lips, trailing down his chin. âIt feels sâgood.â
And heâs so uncharacteristically messy - making out with your sloppy pussy like itâs his last meal. All pure desperation, lips puckering so prettily around your swollen clit as he sucks on it harshly. Rolling his tongue over and over and-
âHate that you made me go. They drive me crazy, yâknow.â he slurs lowly into your sensitive cunt. Vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running up your spine. âMakes me wanna wish I could stay home with you, eating this cute lilâ cunt out all day.âÂ
âWha- what nonsense, Toru.â
âYour cunt is addictive, pretty.â
You barely even notice the way that heâs the one holding you up, throwing a leg over his shoulder, looping and arm around your waist to pull you deeper onto this tongue. Close. So close. âHngh- Toru-â
âClose?â he murmurs, muffled. âCan feel yâclenching around mâtongue, yâknow. How am I supposed to tonguefuck my pretty girl if sheâs sucking the soul outta me?â
He was such a little tease. Becoming as frantic and sloppy as you - dripping all over the hardwood floor with a maddening tap! tap! tap!
And despite the way he was devouring you - licking all over your pussy, tongue dipping in and out of your slutty hole - Gojo still finds it in himself to run his mouth. Babbling about how heâs gonna destroy the elders all while youâre in shambles above him.Â
âHah- Toru, shit Iâm close. Mâgonna-â
âGive it to me, my girl. Wanna taste yâon my tongue.â
And then youâre cumming. Stars behind your eyes and Gojoâs tongue fucking you through your high as you grind down on his pretty face. Dragging your dripping cunt all over till itâs so messy that it makes your cheeks burn.Â
But Gojo doesnât mind - of course, he doesnât. In fact, his glossy lips only turn up into a slow, sly smirk as he stands up slowly from the ground.
âCâmon, gotta punish you proper now, princess.â
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đđ. đ„ â¶đČÖŒ â i want to sew all my love into you â â [ ì ê”ìŽ ]
he was comfort, security, and need, all in one. it had a name; home <3
pairing ââșâč husband!jk x wife!reader genre ââșâč married/domestic au, pwp, slight age difference (jk is older by 5 years)
warnings ââșâč insane tooth-rotting fluff bc iâm in need of high dopamine levels, cute n soft smut, youâre a clingy wifey, minor mentions of anxious/sad thoughts, o/c is kinda whiny and hella attention/touch-starved, o/c just misses her bby fr, daddy kink, major impreg kink, foreplay, they get all sentimental n mushy gushy at the end agghhh, aftercare bc koo is the literal definition of the perfect husband ^_^ wc ââșâč 4.6k
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iâm vv excited to be back and writing again, i missed it sm ;(( i did this poll i few days ago and this idea won but iâve decided to write them all so this is the first of three !! (ăïŸÏïŸ)ïŸ+°
summer days grew humid, each was hotter than the last. though it isnât your least favorite season, you prefer to spend most of your time indoors as the heat often makes you feel faint and the air can be suffocating. usually these lazy, torrid afternoons were shared with your lovely husband, either you two would be laid up on the sofa or in bed watching your favorite shows/movies but today went a little off schedule.
you were all alone in your bedroom, feeling a bit sulky as your husband wasnât around to tend to your needs or give you any affection. itâs not jungkookâs fault though; heâs been toiled away since this morning, offering to help your parents move and rearrange some of the new furniture that arrived today. you decided to stay at your family beach house this summer for a change of scenery, you hadnât been here since you were seventeen, let alone seen your parents in person since last year. spending some quality time together has been long overdue and you couldnât be any happier about it.
both your parents absolutely adore jungkook, they thought he was the sweetest, kindest, most generous person theyâve ever metâ which says a lot considering theyâve never been a fan of anyone you dated previously. when you introduced him to them a few years ago, they had slightly pre-judged him based off his outward appearance, assuming that he wouldnât be the type to take relationships seriously or even want to settle down and get married someday. but not even hours later their perceptions of him changed drastically, your parents could tell that he was a genuine soul who loved you unconditionally and would do absolutely anything for you.
that very same day, your mom spoke with you privately to express her virtuous first impressions, saying how much she loves him already and this is who you shouldâve been dating from the start. your parents had extremely high standards for your future partner, especially your momâ but jungkook exceeded every single one of their expectations, checking all the boxes off their list. âi can tell just by the glint in his eyes whenever he looks at you⊠heâs more than in love, heâs infatuated. the way he talks about you as if youâre the most wonderful thing to have ever came into his lifeâ heâs definitely going to be the one youâll marry.â your mom gets all teary eyed as she spoke those last few words, picturing her one and only daughter all grown up, in a beautiful wedding dress, finally getting to see you live your happily ever after.
not even a couple months after graduating from uni you got engaged to the love of your life, proudly getting your degree you worked your ass off for and becoming a soon to be wife. you had to move across the country for a job offer of a lifetime but it was worth it, jungkook was beyond supportive in any decision you made and was there with you every step of the way, holding your hand through it all.
shortly after moving, you two got married and the rest was history, it was stressful dealing with so many life changing events all within a span of such a short time but you somehow managed. had it not been for jungkookâs constant encouragement and willingness to work/talk things out, you wouldâve been a complete trainwreck. he was the balance you needed to keep yourself afloat, you felt so lucky, more than blessed to have a caring, understanding man like him.
the more you daydream about him, the more you wished he was holding you right now. youâre feeling lonely, so empty, and a little sad, his absence fills your mind with restless thoughts, hoping that heâll come to your rescue soon enough. before jungkook, you were highly independent, never needed anyone to take care of you because you did everything for yourself; he never gave up on gaining your trust and has shown time and time again how dependable he is. youâll forever admire how much effort heâs put into getting to know you over the years, that no oneâs ever came close to making you feel the way he doesâ so high as if youâre soaring through the sky, living in heaven on earth.
he was the main provider of the household, you didnât have to worry about anything nor lift a finger, all you did was focus on your career. you had a worry free lifestyle, the perfect job, perfect husband, what was there to possibly complain about? most arenât so fortunate to be in your position so you never took any of it for granted. you love him more than anything in this world, you couldnât stand to be away from him for another minute, you miss your hubby so much :( you craved his presence near you, needing him around you physically, wanting his soothing touch to ease your mind.
you wanna feel his sunkissed skin against yours, his warmth, the way his scent clouds your senses as he trails kisses down the curve of your neck, tangling your fingers in his dark, wispy hair. you want to lay your head on his broadened chest while snuggling up into him, hearing the gentle sounds of his heartbeat, intertwining your small hands with his large ones. you desire for him to kiss you everywhere, leaving no surface of you going untouched, pinning your body down between him and the mattress, like a flower pressed into the pages of a book and all thatâs written is his name over and over. so many different scenarios play in your head as a means to pass the time, but they can only keep you sane for so long.
youâve grown desperate for him at this point, finally coming out of your room to see what he might be up to now, searching the entirety of the house. you ended up finding him downstairs in the living room with your mom right beside as verbal assistance, not only did he lift and move most of the furniture but now heâs helping to mount up the new TV without even breaking a sweat in the process. was there anything he couldnât do? probably not, he was a man of endless talents. your dad was sent out to go grocery shopping so your husband was pretty much doing everything on his own while your mom simply watches in amusement.
she was yet again impressed by your husbandâs handy work, âwow jungkook, youâre really strong!â he was indeed. now youâre getting flashbacks to when heâd manhandle you and lift your body with ease in one swift motion to switch positions. his hands needed to be all over you right this second or else youâll simply die of attention starvation. âmom, are you gonna keep him busy all day? âm getting really boreddd.â you childishly whine as if you werenât a fully grown, married adult. to be fair though, itâs been hours since youâve seen him and as much as you wanted to give him some space to help out around the house, you still had your needs to. the need in question being him in your bed, immediately.
âwhy donât you go sit by the pool or something? youâve been cooped up in that room since this morning, get some fresh air!â your mom suggests an alternative to wait but you shook your head in an instant, ânuh uh, too hot, iâll melt like an ice cream cone!â youâd rather stay locked inside your air conditioned room than having to deal with the searing hot sun baking you well done at 450 degrees. âiâm almost done sweetheart, promise.â jungkook quickly reassures before hammering one of the nails into the wall, the way his veins would protrude through his arms as he repeats the action made you mindlessly clench your thighs together. he could make anything look insanely hot, it was almost unfair.
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after another twenty minutes or so he was finally done and now free to go, thrilled to have him all to yourself once again. you practically yanked his arm off as you led him up the staircase but your mom had one more thing to say, âwill you be helping us tonight with dinner? iâm making your favorite!â he turns for a second to answer, âuh- yes of course !â that enthusiastic, bunny-like smile of his that youâve grown to love for so long never fails to make you melt, just so effortlessly pretty without even trying.
but now you realize that you only have a limited amount of time with him, great⊠youâll have to wait even longer to have him exactly as youâve imagined. thereâs only so much pent up sexual frustration you can take, youâve been patient for almost eight hours. thatâs probably the longest you two mightâve gone without having sexâ okay maybe thatâs an exaggeration but you do have a very active sex life with your husband, you try to do it at least twice a day and if youâre both feeling a little friskier it can sometimes go up to 4-5 times~.
your sex drive used to be quite low, never really seeing it as a huge necessity for youâ until you met jungkook, of course. there was an immediate sexual attraction that you felt towards him, youâve never felt so drawn to anyone before, he was irresistible. youâve had some internal issues with your performance in the bedroom, it took a lot for you to reach your peak but could never get yourself to finish (unless you did it yourself) but with jungkook? thatâs a whole different ballgame. you could simply cream in your panties just from kissing those luscious lips of his, he ignites a fire in you thatâll never wither into ashes.
once the door to your room was closed, both his hands found purchase around your waist, caging you into him and pulling you in for a deep kiss, melting right into his hold. your bodies flowing with pure lust and greed for him, not even thinking twice as your hand travels down lower to palm him through his sweats. he let out a breathy chuckle from your sudden actions once he pulled away, âsomeoneâs feelinâ kinda slutty tonight.â he teased, which you took no offense since thatâs just your collective humor.
âmhmm, âm only the biggest slut for you. now stop neglecting your wifey and gimme all your love.â since he hasnât been giving you much attention all day you were acting a bit whiny about it, jungkook didnât like that word though, neglect? that just wasnât something in his vocabulary when it came to you. âhuh? donât ever say that again, you know iâd never purposefully neglect you, ever.â he made sure to emphasize that, he knows you werenât being serious but it does hurt a little to know you may secretly feel this way. he loves you and you can feel it without him even needing to say it, thatâs how intense it is.
âit was just a joke koo⊠didnât mean it like that.â you jut your lip into a tiny pout, leaning in to kiss him again but he turns away, denying you the void of what you wanted most. âa joke is supposed to be funny last time i checked.â he retorts before sneaking off to make a beeline towards the bed, confused when you donât follow suit after him. âwhatâre you standing there for? get your little butt over here.â he impatiently demands, patting his lap for you to sit on top. you listen and make your way over to him, straddling his lap with both legs on either side of him as he brings you in closer. he wraps his arms around your waist again, tightly holding you in his grasp, your frame sinks right into his chest.
he locks his lips with yours, kissing you slowly, taking his sweet, sweet time; whatâs the rush? you had the rest of the night at your disposal. needy hips languidly rock back and forth against his semi hard-on, the fabric of the pajamas shorts you wore were so thin you could feel his cock throbbing underneath. you audibly gasped when he brushes up against your weak spot, it feels amazing, your panties turned into a sticky puddle from the pleasure; moaning into the kiss as he inhales your sighs. you were more than hungry for him, you were ravenousâ only the taste of him could quench your avid thirst. youâre already as close as you can be but you wish to be even closer, if it was impossible youâd crawl into his skin and fuse your bones together to become one, youâre so in love it sickens you.
âneed you to touch me,â you whimper for more when his lips drew from yours momentarily, âplease.â
jungkook loves seeing you like this, his pretty wife acting all hot and bothered just for him, but heâd lying if he said it wasnât the same way for you too. âwhere baby ?â his warm breath against you leaves a shiver to your spine, his voice low and raspy. âeverywhere.â you beg in desperation, âjust wanna to feel you, need you so badâŠâ you continued to grind your core onto his clothed erection, becoming even whinier as time passes.
he smirks at that answer, knowing that heâs the only one that can have you in this way. âneed you too baby,â his tone is nothing short of a whisper, lazily rutting his hips up to match the pace of your movement, âbeen thinkinâ about you all day, canât wait to fuck this little pussy.â his middle and index finds your clit to rub through your pajamas, making you bite your lip so hard itâll leave a bruise. youâre both so horny and desperate for each other like some hormonal teens, youâre about to explode from how sensitive you are, your whole body feels tingly.
âjungkook!â a familiar voice shouts from a distance, it was muffled but you know that was definitely your mom who just called for him. âcome back downstairs, i think somethingâs wrong with the remote, itâs not workingâ help !â she sounded a bit overdramatic which is how she usually is most of the time. you groan in annoyance, getting even more frustrated that you had to stop, all you want is some private alone time with your husband but no, the universe said not today! you really wanna curse your mom for being a total cock block right now .. -_-
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âiâm gonna put a baby in you someday.â your husband casually says while rubbing your stomach, his inked skin splayed across your bare form. âin this cute little tummy right here.â he points near your belly button, planting a small kiss to it. you two were finally alone once again and this time it was for good. after jungkook helped your mom figure out what was wrong with the remote (it wasnât broken, she just forgot to put a new set of batteries in) and ate dinner with you and your parents, the night was bound to end like this.
this isnât the first time heâs said something like this and it surely wonât be the last, but you burst into a giggle, âquit kidding around kook.â heâs always playing around but you can count on one hand how many times heâs actually finished inside you, since youâre not on birth control for health reasons you have to be extra careful to not end up getting pregnant. thereâs been a handful of times where heâs had to run to the store and get you a morning after pill which youâd just hope for the best and leave it up to the universe. you have noticed that jungkook has been more vocal about wanting children lately, so maybe heâs hinting at finally taking the next step.
âand if i told you i wasnât?â he shifts slightly, eyes flickering up to stare into your gaze. âwould you let me paint your walls ? give you a baby so i can see my stunning wife bear our children?â the thought of you carrying his child pops into his head a lot, probably on an hourly basisâ heâs more than ready to start a family, but heâs still not sure where you stand 100% on the idea. there was no pressure on his side, but itâs important to make sure youâre both on the same page.
your hands snake up to his chin, cupping it firmly, ready to make the final say once and for all. âyes koo, iâll let you do anything to me. i trust you, i trust us.â thatâs all you need to withstand through any obstacle(s), trust and trust alone. if that doesnât exist, the foundation will be sure to crumbleâ disintegrating into nothing. youâve never trusted someone as much as you do jungkook, heâs the reason you even get out of bed at times, makes you want to push yourself to become a better person. real love is the refusal to never give up on one another, even through the toughest, most ugliest moments.
what youâve come to realize is that you have all of him and everything heâs promised to provide is all yours; his heart, his last name, his vow to stay by your side foreverâ through sickness and health. heâs given every single aspect of himself he has to offer, the only thing left thatâs missing is a tiny addition that carries both you and jungkookâs DNA. youâre more than curious to see what the outcome will be, harboring no regrets inside. jungkookâs smile grew wider, feeling faint tears rim his eyes at the thought of you putting all your trust in him. you have no idea just how much that means to him.
his head lowers back to your torso, imprinting a trail of kisses, slowly making his way down further and further. your skin feels as if itâs on fire, boiling hot like the scorching summer heat. he took an ample amount of time to worship your body, leaving wet kisses to your inner thighs, âiâve wanted this for so longâŠâ he hums against your flesh, insides buzzing with raw passion and desire. âwant to finally do this together.â he gently nibbles, a faint bite mark appears to which he repeats on the other side. âyour tits are gonna get even bigger, more plump and so full of milk,â he continues, elated with so much enthusiasm, âthat pregnancy glow will make you even more gorgeous.â he wasnât saying all of this for nothing, he truly cannot wait to experience it all, how your belly will grow each month, all the random/weird food cravings youâll get, and gracefully handle any sudden mood swings.
you were aching for him, you couldnât even answer back, your heads reeling with too many thoughtsâ the thought of him stuffing you to the brim with his cock. you were topless but wanted him to take off the rest, wanted him to fuck you until your body physically shakes and you canât think of anything but him being buried balls deep into your sousing cunt. you had to savour every last bit of this though, etch every little detail in your brain to replay as a supercut one day; remembering the time you two made love to conceive your first child.
jungkookâs slender digits move skillfully to hook around the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your drenched panties. âitâs crazy to me how this is all mine,â he pauses to admire your glistening arousal, scooping it up with his one of his fingers to have a quick taste. saccharine. âi have the prettiest, sexiest, hottest wife in the whole fucking world.â heâll never not compliment you, even when youâre old and gray he will always remain the same. âstopp~â you toy with your bottom lip, cheeks turning rosy at his constant sweet talk. then you become a pile of mush, simply too absorbed with pleasure as he sunk one of his digits into you, thrusting in and out slowly. âfuck.. feels sâgood- please donât stop.â you beg for this to never end, bidding all concept of time to vanish in hopes of it lasting infinitely.
âweâre going to create the most beautiful family,â he coos, licking a stripe to your clit, swiping up and down as he continued pumping his fingers in your wetness, âjust you and me.â he only came up for air to say those last few lines, diving right back in to drink up your deliciousness. his tongue adds light pressure to your overly sensitive bud, making you twitch and subconsciously jolt upâ his free hand forcibly brings your hips back down, locking you in place so you have nowhere to goâ forced to take all that he gives you. paradise. thatâs what this is. youâre already close to the edge, the broken moans that escaped your lips are like a soft ballad to his ears, cursing under your breath, panting, crying out his name repeatedly.
âah! sâclose⊠donât stop, donât stop..â you plea so pathetically, voice getting shakier as you reach your climax, his face was soaked, fucking drenched. heâll willingly drown, submerge himself into the flood of you, no other place heâd rather be than between these perfect, plush thighs. he drives you into further insanity when his pace drew more rapid, finding the ultimate sweet spot. the lethal combination of his fingers and his tongue working to give you a mind blowing orgasm, all you could do was utter feeble, plaintive cries, latching onto his fluffy hair as you ride out your sudden high thatâs stampeding into you full force. your body goes inert, limbs pliant beneath his embrace. âyou did so good for me angel, mâso proud of you.â jungkook briefly pecks both your thighs, giving it a little smack once he comes back up to face you again.
he quickly discards the rest of his clothes, but everythingâs moving in slow motion. his movements are frantic yet it still wasnât quick enough, he needs to feel you so badly. his manhood throbs against your folds, sliding his shaft between the puffy, saturated lips, making such delightful sounds. âquit teasinâ,â you whine, not in the mood for prolonging this anymore. he doesnât say anything, just twisting a smile in response, but heâll give you exactly what you want. who is he to deny his wifeâs orders? so he finally enters you, filling you up little by little, inch by inch; and when heâs fully settled in, your walls clench around his length immediately. ânever fails to amaze me how i fuck this little pussy on the daily but youâre still so fuckinâ tight⊠always squeezinâ me babe.â his breath hitched towards the end, already sounding so pussydrunk from the way you suck in the entirety of him.
your legs hook around each side of his waist, keening at the way his cock drives into you, slow but sensual, moving your hips to match his rhythm. âbe good for daddy and wait for me. wanna cum together.â he husks, to which you obediently nod at his request. your jaw slacks open wide from his cock hitting your walls beautifully, each stroke he gave sent you to a further state of delirium. he picks up his speed a little more, his brain empty with no thoughts but this warm, dewy pussy swallowing him up, groaning as you leave scratches along his back. jungkookâs sweet compliments never stop, they only intensify. âyouâre all mine, and iâm all yours babyâ âyour face looks so pretty when itâs all fucked outâ âlove fucking this perfect little cuntâ and âi love you so much, my angel baby.â it brings you to the verge, strings of shattered moans evade your senses.
your hands greedily come up the sides of his face, pulling him in for a frenzied, yet passionate kiss caging him in just in case he has second thoughts, trapping him with no choice but to cum inside. âshitâ keep going like that and youâre def getting pregnant tonight.â he groans against your lips, this only made you clench around him tighter, âplease daddy- wanâ your cum, put your babies in me..â you want him to paint your walls white, milk him for all heâs worth and some. his strokes get sloppier as his high approaches, squeezing your thighs as he plunges deeper. it doesnât take much longer for him to shoot a hefty in load inside, planting every bit of his seed as the waves of your second orgasm ripples through you. youâre both heavily panting and gasping for air, when he pulls out youâre left empty again, but at least you were stuffed with his hot cum. he looks down at the mess heâs made, sodden and creamy, picking up some thatâs spilled out of your cunt to push back in. âwe canât let any go to waste, right ?â âmm⊠yea.â you bit your lip, still shaking, electricity flowing through your veins.
he topples over in exhaustion, way too tired to move. well, at least for nowâ heâll be able to go again in another hour or so. âyouâre going to be such an amazing mom,â he says while snuggling up in the crook of your neck, âremember the day i asked you out? i thought you were gonna say no.â that was random⊠but also jungkook is known for saying the most unexpected shit at the oddest times. âwhat ?â you were so confused, firstly this came out of nowhere but also why would he ever think that? it was basically love at first sight with each other. âwasnât nearly as confident back then, i used to practice in the mirror how iâd do it.â he chuckles at those old memories, in hindsight none of it was necessary because he didnât say any of the lines he rehearsed. defeated the whole purpose.
âsince the day we first met i knew you were the girl iâd spend the rest of eternity with.â his fingers trace down your spine as he spoke, youâre so overfilled with joy that you could cry. you regret absolutely nothing, the only thing you do is all the other men who came before jungkook, all those losers who were wastes of time, but that journey has led you here and this is where youâll stay for the rest of your life. it still feels like the honeymoon stage with him, a never ending blissful rollercoaster. âi want to sew all my love into you,â his hands danced around your skin, inhaling your natural scent, you feel so soft and smooth. âthread by thread, seam by seam, iâll tether our intricate souls together.â you hummed to his words, heâs a romantic at heart just like you, he still writes occasional love letters to you and is always doing something to bring a smile to your faceâ whether it be coming home with your favorite candy, buying you flowers, or taking you out on cute, fun dates. every day is like a new surprise, never knowing what youâre gonna get when it comes to your husbandâs spontaneity.
youâre both a little sticky, sweaty, and smell of nothing but pure sex. jungkook ends up carrying you all the way to the bathroom, deciding to run a nice, relaxing bath for the two of you. he adds your favorite lavender bubble bath, making the water extra bubbly and soapy for you which he knows you love. when you're both in the bathtub, your backs facing him as he uses a pink loofah to clean you up, embedding gentle kisses to the nape of your neck and shoulders as he does it. he held you for what seemed like forever, just admiring each otherâs company while under the water, almost falling asleep right in his arms.
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letâs make the circle
thatâs inside of us.
every day it rotates like that,
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iâm drunk, i love you
âȘË summary: with only a day before graduation, you make a promise that you will not only graduate from university, but also from your feelings for your best friend of seven years, jeon jungkook.
âȘË pairing: film student!jungkook x med tech student!fem!oc (named sola)
âȘË genres: heavy angst, unrequited love, jungkook as an isko agenda, set in the ph đ”đ
âȘË warnings: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. thereâs really no warnings for this story other than itâs a self-indulgent fic to get me back to writing. the smut isnât that severe. just kissing, nipple sucking, and grinding. this is based on the film, iâm drunk i love you, which i highly recommend you watch. i didnât alter much of the plot & scenes bc i think theyâre already great as it is, but i did tweak a bit here and there. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think by reblogging/commenting. âĄ
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You were never quite the believer in love at first sight, but what you felt that night was the closest thing to that feeling.Â
He was one of the freshmen performers during your orientation, singing Adam Levineâs Lost Stars. Like the entire audience, you were captivated by his heavenly vocals and charisma as he performed on stage with an acoustic guitar one of the seniors lent him. Not only that, Jeon Jungkook wasnât bad looking eitherâquite the opposite, really.Â
However, after the orientation, you didnât get to see much of the dark-haired handsome boy. You were studying at UP, the biggest state university in the country, and so your paths were bound not to cross. Until, your older cousin, who was a senior at that time, invited you to eat dinner with him and a couple of his buddies after seeing you strolling around campus alone. When you arrived at the eatery, you not only saw your cousin Yoongiâs friendsâYijeong and Woosungâyou also spotted the boy who hadnât left your mind since you saw him over four months ago at that time.Â
You sat across from him and you tried your best not to freak out as Yoongi introduced the both of you. Apparently, he had already known Jungkook because he was the younger stepbrother of his other friend, Namjoon. During the course of your dinner, you and Jungkook didnât really talk much. But you would muster up the courage to ask him some basic questions such as his program, why he went to UP, if he joined any orgs yet, etcetera. Jungkook was polite enough to answer your inquiries.Â
He was a Film major. He went to UP because everyone in his family went to UP so it was the most obvious choice for him and he was a member of the Film society. In return, Jungkook asked the same set of questions. You were a pre-med student, Medical Technology, to be exact, and you went to UP because it was your dream school. You were also a member of the College of Arts and Sciencesâ student council.Â
After your meal was finished, Yoongi entrusted your care to Jungkook as they were going to meet up with some of their friends and you were both living at campus dormitories anyway. So, you hopped into his old army green Toyota Rav4 and needless to say, the ride back to UP was awkward. So, to get rid of the awkward silence, you asked if you could play some music. He said sure and handed you the aux cord already connected to his stereo. Once you had the other end connected to your phone, you played one of your favorite songsâWaltz of Four Left Feet by Shirebound and Busking.Â
To your surprise, Jungkook also knew the song and just like that, the awkward silence was gone and you became inseparable ever since.Â
Music became the bridge that connected you and Jungkook. Whenever you would hangout, it was always your topicâyour favorite artists, songs, original scores in films, best albums, underrated artists, overrated artists, the current state of music, everything. He also became your gig buddyâseeking out mainstream and indie artists you both liked and going to their live performances downtown bars, jam packed arenas and stadiums.Â
But your favorite would always be watching him perform. After his performance at the orientation, he naturally became one of the popular students at UP. He wasnât popular like a celebrity or an influencer, but heads would turn whenever he walked around campus. Also, he still had the luxury of privacy on his side, but if you looked at the right places, you would find small accounts on social media dedicated to him. He didnât care for the attention, though, and just went about his day as normally as possible.Â
His performance did land him some gigs here and there. You found it cute whenever heâd turn to you to ask if he should accept the invitation or not, and you would always tell him to do whatever he wanted. Most of the time, he accepted, especially if it was at Route 96, a historic venue for aspiring musicians.Â
It was here that he performed the first song he wrote by himself called Still With You. It was also during this performance that you began to see him in a different lightâquite literally. He was performing with the bar lights off, only the lights on stage and the spotlight illuminated the entire establishment. When the spotlight on him turned purple, you felt a whole new admiration for your best friend. It wasnât the âOh god Iâm so proud of my best friendâ kind, rather it was the âOh fuck Iâm in love with my best friendâ realization.Â
But like every other story where someone falls in love with their best friend, you kept your feelings hidden, hoping someday it would go away. However, you soon realized, once you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, there was no going back. It was a rabbit hole.Â
The more you spent time with him, the more you fell in love with him and all of himâfrom the way he smiles to the sound of his laugh, how he would always annoy the shit out of you when you were supposed to be studying to how he would remember small things about you like your favorite snack at the vending machine, how youâd be the first to know his test results to how youâd be his first audience for the short film they needed to produce for that semester, how he would lend you his jacket when you ate bingsu because he knew youâd get cold easily to how heâd send you random memes he found funny out of the blue.Â
It was so easy to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. Thus, everyone else did too. For seven years, you watched on the sidelines as he dated several girls and loved them how you wished heâd love you.Â
âIn one day, you can finally lay your hands on Jungkook,â your best friend, Mingyu, teased as he took a sip from his beer.Â
You let out a sarcastic laugh, head resting on your palm, elbow propped on the wooden table in front of you, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You were bordering on getting tipsy now as you had been drinking since you arrived at La Union with Mingyu and Jungkook in the afternoon. You didnât even know why you agreed to your best friendâs idea of going to the province for a music festival when you had your graduationâthe very graduation that was seven years in the makingâon Sunday.  Â
âFuck you, Kim Mingyu,â you told the honey-skinned man across from you with a chuckle.Â
âWhat? Let this be your final test before finally graduating. Are you ready?â a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face.Â
Under the orange light, Kim Mingyu was easily one of the most handsome men you ever laid your eyes on. He was also tall, well-mannered, smart, capable, had a stable job while being a med student, and the textbook definition of a walking green flag. In another life, you could imagine yourself falling for him instead of Jungkook. But in the current universe you were in, he was one of your trusted friends who had known about your crush on Jungkook since first year.Â
The waiter arrived to bring you your order of another bucket of Red Horse beer. Mingyu took a bottle from the silver bucket and opened it. âHappy horse for the happy whore,â he told you as he handed you the fresh bottle of beer. You gave him a middle finger. He laughed. âWhat? Am I not right?âÂ
âYouâre the whore,â you replied. âI saw you with that cute chinito by the beach earlier. What happened to Mino?âÂ
He rolled his eyes at the mention of his exâor you believed was his ex. You never really know with Mingyu and relationships. He was the complete opposite of you. While you were a hopeless romantic at heart, he didnât believe in loveâor so he says.Â
âSeven years,â Mingyu mused, glancing towards the beach. âYou didnât stop falling in love with your best friend. Now, it looks like you donât even plan to stop.âÂ
You sucked your teeth, tracing the water around the bottle due to the ice with your fingers. âDo I just throw it away?â You werenât sure if you were asking Mingyu or yourself. âWe make a good pair.â You laughed to yourself.Â
âExcept?â Mingyu pointed out the harsh reality.Â
âExcept,â you took in a shaky breath. âHe doesnât love me back. Maybe.âÂ
Mingyu sighed deeply, looking at his watch. âTime check: you still have your hopes up.âÂ
âItâs still early,â you argued. âI still have two days. Just give me time.âÂ
âGive me time?â Mingyu repeated, taking a sip from his beer. âWhat the fuck are you talking about, Sola? The universe has given you all the time. But you did nothing.âÂ
You groaned, throwing your head back as a realization hit you. âFuck, Gyu, I justâI just realized. Is it right that weâre here? Was it the right decision to come here? My momâs gonna be so mad once she finds out Iâm in La Union.â Â
âItâs all you. Youâre a raging masochist,â he said, shrugging his shoulders. âAnyway. Letâs just play a game. Letâs enumerate all the things you did with Jungkook. Those are seven years worth of memories, Sola. Game?âÂ
âGame.âÂ
âWhat year did you first meet Jungkook?âÂ
A smile immediately creeped up on your face. â2017.âÂ
Mingyu waved his hand at you. âWow! You can do math! But I just thought of somethingâinstead of just general memories. Letâs make them specific. Letâs list down all the stupid things you did for Jungkook for seven years.âÂ
âThe fuck are you talking about?â you let out a scoff, drinking your beer.Â
âWhat? Now you canât remember?â he challenged.Â
You clicked your tongue. âFine, you stupid bitch. Ask away.âÂ
Mingyu grinned. â2018.âÂ
You hummed before saying, âJungkook was heartbroken that year. I was back at home and he was at UP. But I rushed into the city to be there for him. I remember because I was supposed to attend this baptism with my parents but I snuck out and got an earful from my mother the next day. I was completely hungover too because Jungkook and I went bar hopping the entire night.âÂ
âJesus Christ, Sola.âÂ
âDonât judge me. It was my decision, okay?âÂ
Mingyu rolled his eyes. âOkay. 2019.âÂ
You stared at Mingyu, laughing as you recalled the memory. â2019. Me and Jungkook walked from UP to Aurora Boulevard just to tell me how Song Areum became his girlfriend.âÂ
He shook his head. â2020.âÂ
â2020âhe was sick. I had an exam that day, but I quickly answered it so I could buy him his favorite, Tapsilog from Tapsi ni Vivian, before it ran out âcos it runs out quickly, right?â Mingyu nodded. You licked your lower lip then let out a small laugh. âBut when I got to his dorm room, his roommate already told me Areum brought him to the university hospital. And I failed my exam âcos I didnât answer the back part.âÂ
â2021, go!âÂ
âI loved him for four years now and counting. Is that good enough?âÂ
âOkay. Iâll accept it. 2022?âÂ
â2022âIâve been in love with him for five fucking years already, fucking shit!â you exclaimed, feeling the alcohol in you boosting your confidence.Â
âOkay. Weâre in the last year, girl. What about in 2023? What was the stupid thing you did for Jungkook last year?âÂ
You gulped. âIâm two years delayed.âÂ
Mingyu exhaled deeply. A moment of silence settled between the two of you. Then, she asked, âSola, it all boils down to this: when will you end this?âÂ
You sat up straight, taking a deep breath. âYou mean when will I stop with my foolishness?â Mingyu nodded. You purse your lips. âMaybe when Iâm done with UP. When Iâm done with UP, Iâll graduate from everythingâincluding him. Especially him.âÂ
When you got back to your shared room with Jungkook and Mingyu, you were already tipsy. You almost fell face flat on the floor when you opened the door, feeling lightheaded, but luckily, your best friend was there to catch you.Â
âYouâre drunk, Sola,â Jungkook chuckled deeply. You could smell his expensive cologneâthe one you bought for him for his birthday last year and it brought a huge grin on your face, knowing he wore it. âCome on, letâs get you to bed.âÂ
âIâm fine, Guk. Iâm not that drunk. But I do need to sit down,â you said followed by a set of giggles as you let Jungkook walk you to the bed you shared with Mingyu, and then you threw yourself on it, back against the mattress, arms spread like an eagle.Â
Jungkook sat down beside you. âAre you still mad at me?âÂ
The question seemed to sober you up instantly. The truth wasâyou could never stay mad at him. For anything. Sometimes, youâd think he could do the most painful and hurtful thing to you, deliberately, and you would still forgive him even if he wouldnât apologize.Â
âI wasnât mad. I was just⊠I just wished you wouldâve told me the real reason why you wanted to come here,â you replied softly, biting your lower lip.Â
âWould you have come? If I told you I wanted to go here because my ex wanted to reconnectâwould you have come?â Jungkook matched your tone, looking over his shoulder to look at you.Â
Instinctively, your eyes also darted towards his. The lights in the room were dim, only the lamp, the light coming beneath the bathroom door, and the moonlight outside illuminated the room. Jungkook looked especially beautiful in the dim lightâlong black wavy hair all messy from his habit of running his fingers through it, hooded eyes staring at you like he was memorizing every inch of you, the gentleness of his features made him look like an angel in this light.Â
But then youâd see his dozens of piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip; his tattooed arm and hand, and the way he looked sexy as hell with his thin white long sleeved, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his white beach shorts that hugged his strong muscular thighs, and youâd realize he was more of a Greek god than an angel.Â
âIâll go wherever you go,â you told him, swallowing the lump in your throat. âYou know that.âÂ
Jungkook lied down beside you and you felt your heartbeat racing. His tattooed arm was brushing against yours. His head was tilted, close to yours.Â
âWill you go with me to the moon?â he asked.Â
A small smile ghosted on your lips. âI will, Guk.âÂ
âHow about Saturn?âÂ
âIâll be with you there, too.âÂ
âLaw school?âÂ
You turned your head to him. He was already looking at you. âLaw school? Why?âÂ
He brushed the hair on your face aside with his fingers, making you tense. But you kept your composure. âI passed UP LAE.âÂ
âBut,â you began. âWhat about film? I thought you didnât wanna become a lawyer like your parents.âÂ
Jungkook looked at the ceiling. âItâs not that bad. Being a lawyer. Besides, I like studying.âÂ
âYouâve always wanted to become a director, though.âÂ
âIâm not good enough for it,â Jungkook scoffed. âAll my batchmates are already directing their films and showing them at festivals here and abroadâyet here I am. Still here.âÂ
You turned on your side, propping your elbow to support your head as you looked at your best friend. It was rare for Jungkook to open up. Even to you. He was always someone who kept all his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. In the seven years youâd known him, it still felt like there was a wall around him that you never managed to climb on or punch through. For seven years, it felt like you simultaneously knew everything and nothing about your best friend.Â
âItâs not the end of the road, Jungkook. So what if theyâre showing their films at festivals? You can do it too. At your own pace, in your own time,â you said. You wanted to reach for his face, to make him look at you, but you were scared. âYouâre a great filmmaker, Guk. The best direk ever.âÂ
He looked at you once again. âYouâre drunk, Yu Sola. Go to sleep.âÂ
He sat up, carrying your legs over the bed. You let out a groan. âIâm not drunk, Jeon Jungkook. Why do you always do that?âÂ
âDo what?â he asked, chuckling.Â
âYou always cut the conversation when youâre beginning to open up. You always clamp up, Guk. I wish you didnât do that. Iâm yourâ,â you bit the inside of your lower lip. What right did I have to demand him to open up to me? âIâm your best friend.âÂ
âI donât clamp up. I just have nothing else to say,â your best friend replied with a shrug, fixing his hair as he looked in the mirror across from your bed. âGo to sleep. Youâll get a massive headache tomorrow. Iâm just going to meet with Areum and her friends.â Â
Then, you blurted it out. It just happened. You didnât even know how. You always had this grand idea in your mind to do it after the graduation ceremony, that way, you could immediately leave. That way, you didnât have to see him all the time. You would have enough time to move on and move forward in your life.Â
But nothing in life truly went according to plan.Â
âI love you, Jungkook,â you confessed. Your heart felt heavy and you sat up, head hanging low as you picked on your nails. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. âIâve loved you for seven years now.âÂ
And you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Then, moments later, you felt your hands being taken away from your face. You lifted your head and saw Jungkook kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. He let one go to wipe away the tears on your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear.Â
And then, ever so slowly, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you softly. A tear rolled down your cheek. His lips were soft while yours were chapped and wet from your tears, but he didnât seem to mind. You were still in shock. This was not the response you expected. Not even in your wildest dreams but it was happening.Â
Jungkook held your face, tilting his head as he continued to kiss you moreâonly this time with more need and passion. Your body reacted. You began to reciprocate his kisses, hands wrapping around his wrists. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash.Â
He pushed you onto the bed, one hand remaining on your face while the other held your waist. Your fingers curled the ends of his hair. You could feel his growing member on your stomach and feeling it was enough to make your cunt wet. His lips then traveled on your jaw, down to your neck. You were breathing heavily as he nibbled on your sensitive skin, making a soft moan escape your lips.Â
His hand made its way under your shirt and your breath hitched, causing Jungkook to lift his head from your neck, and look you in the eyes.Â
âYou okay?â he asked softly.Â
You nodded. âIâm okay.âÂ
âOkay,â he smiled, making your heart skip a beat. âIs it okay if I take this off now?âÂ
âIâ,â you were at a loss for words. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true. But it was happening and you wanted it more than anything else. âOkay. Yes, you can.âÂ
Jungkook peeled your shirt off, exposing your naked chest. You didnât wear bras; found it too much of a hassle and you always hated the feeling. Instead, you wore nipple tapes.Â
âWhat are these, Sola?â Jungkook asked with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up.Â
âTheyâre nipple tapes, you dumb ass,â you replied, smacking his arm lightly.Â
âOkay. Do I just take them off, like, tape?âÂ
He was adorably cute. âYes, you just take them off like tape.âÂ
And so he did just that. The coolness of the room and your arousal instantly perked your nipples. Jungkook took your breasts in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, making you arch your back ever so slightly. Then, he dipped his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while remaining to massage the other.Â
The sensation was simply divine. You didnât know if it was the alcohol in your system, your feelings for your best friend, or just Jungkook in general that made you feel so good at that moment. Your hands traced the outline of his toned biceps through his thin polo.Â
You were so wet and when Jungkook began to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt, you felt another wave of wetness. You wanted himâall of himâand so you began to rock your hips against him, making him release a moan.Â
He lifted his head, staring at you with those doe eyes you have loved for seven years. âAre you sure?âÂ
Those three words held so much. Once you crossed the line, there was no going back, and both of you knew that.Â
âIâm sure. I want this, Guk. I want you.âÂ
That was all he needed to hear to make love to you the whole night. Once both of you came, Jungkook laid beside you, chest heaving. For a while, the both of you lay in silence.Â
âWill you be here in the morning?â you asked, turning your head on the pillow to face him.Â
He did the same. âI will,â he promised. âGo to sleep now, Sola.âÂ
But he wasnât.Â
When you woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. You sat up, burying your face in your hands. What the hell have I done? What the hell have we done?Â
You left the bed, entering the bathroom, and proceeding to take a shower. In there, you cried, because nothing was going to be the same after last night. You couldnât blame it all on Jungkook either. You also made it happen. You desperately wished it was just a dreamâanother wet dream you had of your best friendâbut the traces of his cum were still on your inner thigh.Â
It happened. There was no going back. Everything was going to be different now and most of all, you didnât know if you still had your best friend.Â
When you finished showering and getting dressed, you made your way down to the beach. You had texted Mingyu while getting dressed and he told you he was there with the chinito you saw him with, Wonwoo. Arriving at the beach, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, about to text the honey-skinned med student when you saw Jungkook with Areum in the water, his strong arms that held you throughout the night, now wrapped around her waist. Fits of giggles escaped her lips as Jungkook wrestled with her in the water, a huge grin on his handsome face.Â
Your heart shattered.Â
You quickly looked away, a fresh set of tears forming in your eyes. As you were about to turn away, you heard Mingyuâs familiar voice which caused you to stop on your tracks.Â
âSola, hey, there youâwhatâs wrong?â The concern in his voice was palpable. You felt his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.Â
âIâI finally told him, Gyu,â you said, taking in a sharp shaky breath. âI finally told him.âÂ
Mingyu didnât ask for more details. He knew. He led you back to your room, promising Wonwoo to text him later. Once you were back, you just cried on his shoulder. He didnât say anything and neither did you. He just let you be until the tears finally stopped.Â
âIâm sorry I pulled you away from Wonwoo. He seems like a nice guy,â you said after a while, voice raspy from all the crying.Â
âItâs fine. Weâll be seeing each other often anyway,â Mingyu shared.Â
You looked at him, surprised. âReally?âÂ
Your friend nodded, laughing to himself. âYou know, all those times I teased you about your being a hopeless romantic and believing in loveâI think itâs backfiring on me now with Wonwoo.âÂ
âYou love him?â you asked.Â
âI donât know, Sola. But I know what I feel for him is different,â he answered. âItâs terrifying. How quickly someone can change your perspective on something.âÂ
You couldnât argue with that.Â
âWhatâs your plan now?â Mingyu asked.Â
You sighed deeply. âI think Iâm going to head back. My graduation is tomorrow anyway. Do you mind booking the bus ride home?âÂ
âIâm staying here, Sola. IâI want to be with Wonwoo more,â Mingyu confessed, smiling at you apologetically.Â
âGyuâŠâÂ
âPlease be a friend to me now, Sola.âÂ
You pressed your lips tightly. Then, you nodded. You wanted your friend to be happy.Â
âIâm gonna pack now,â you announced.Â
âOkay. Just text me if you need anything,â Mingyu gave you a hug and kiss on top of your head. âI want you to know Iâm proud of you, Sola.âÂ
Once Mingyu left, you began to pack. You didnât bring a lot of clothes, but you were still biding your time. A part of you didnât want to leave. You wanted to stay here and never graduate. But that illusion was quickly broken when you saw your momâs contact flashing on your phone screen.Â
You sucked your teeth before answering, âHi mom.âÂ
âSola? Where the hell are you? Why havenât you been answering my texts? Your graduation is tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to it!â she exclaimed frantically.Â
âMom, Iâm sorry. Iâm in La Union with Jungkook andâ,âÂ
âWhat the hell are you doing in La Union?! You better get back instantly, Sola. Iâm not kidding. If you donât graduate now, I really donât know what Iâm gonna do. Itâs been seven years! Please let me graduate too.âÂ
âIâm already packing and Iâll catch the bus home soon. I justâMom, I donât know if Iâll be able to make it in time for the ceremony âcosâ,âÂ
Your phone was suddenly snatched from your grip. You looked up and saw Jungkook standing beside you.Â
âHey tita, itâs Jungkook. Yes. Donât worry. Iâll take her home. Sheâll make it in time. Yes. Weâll be home before the ceremony, tita. Okay. Bye.âÂ
He ended the call and sat down on the bed across from you, handing you your phone back. You grabbed it from him. âYou donât have to take me home.âÂ
âI already promised tita I will,â he answered.Â
âYou didnât have to,â you muttered, folding your shirt.Â
Silence. Jungkook was just staring at you the entire time as you folded your clothes and packed them inside your bag. Then, he said those two words.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
You bit the inside of your lower lip. What was he exactly for? For having sex with you? For spending the night with you? For not feeling the same way as you? All of the above?Â
As if reading your thoughts, he added, âFor everything.âÂ
You nodded. âYou donât have to apologize for anything,â you told him. âItâs not your fault you donât love me the same way.â But why did you kiss me? Why did you make love to me?Â
Jungkook lowered his head. You zipped your bag. âLetâs go. I still have a graduation to chase.âÂ
âWhatâs this?â you asked, eyebrows furrowed when you saw Areum standing beside Jungkookâs car with her luggage and bag.Â
âIâll drop Areum on the way,â Jungkook announced, grabbing her luggage and putting it at the back of his car.Â
You pressed your lips in a line. âFine.â You stepped into the back passenger seat, quickly grabbing your phone and earphones from your bag, and plugging it in.Â
Lowering yourself on the seat, you rested your head against the window as Areum stepped into the passenger seat while Jungkook sat on the driverâs seat. You caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didnât look back. Instead, you turned the volume up. Moments later, he began to drive.Â
You decided to sleep the entire ride. However, when you woke up, you immediately realized Jungkook wasnât driving in your hometown. âWhere are we?â you asked, taking one of your earphones off.Â
âIâm dropping Areum first,â Jungkook replied.Â
You frowned. âIâm the one chasing a graduation, remember?âÂ
âShh, just go back to sleep. Here,â he threw something at youâyour favorite candy, Butterball, landing on your lap.Â
You grabbed it, tempted to eat it, but you threw it back at him and went back to sleep. By the time you woke up again, you were at Areumâs house. She turned to look at you, smiling.Â
She was really beautiful and kind. You began to feel guilty for hating her so much the entire time. âCongrats on your graduation, Sola. Iâll see you around, okay?âÂ
âThanks Areum.âÂ
After Jungkook walked her to her door, he came back to the car. âWhat are you doing there? Come here,â he said, patting the passenger seat.Â
âIâm fine here,â you replied.Â
âSola, come on. Please? I drive better with you beside me.âÂ
For the rest of the ride to your home, you sat beside Jungkook. Unlike before, where your car rides were filled with music and random conversations, tonight it was silent. You didnât plug your phone into his stereo and you kept your eyes closed the whole time, listening to your music. Once in a while, Jungkook would try to make small talk, but you would only give him short replies, then went back to sleeping.Â
When you arrived at your family house, you stayed with Jungkook outside for a bit, both leaning against his car.Â
âItâs your graduation in four hours.âÂ
âAre you not going to come to yours?âÂ
âI donât see the point,â Jungkook replied.Â
You nodded and pushed yourself off his car. âIâll head inside. Thanks for the ride, Jungkook.âÂ
He grabbed your arm before you entered the gate. You stared into his eyes. You couldnât quite place what held them right now. Maybe you never really knew Jeon Jungkook after all this time.Â
âIâm sorry, Sola.âÂ
âWhy do you keep saying sorry? I told youâitâs not your fault and Iâm fine. Iâm over it now. See you around, Jungkook.âÂ
You head back inside. Graduation was in four hours.Â
You wore a traditional Filipiniana dress, a pair of white heels that were already scraping the skin at the back of your feet, your motherâs pearls, and your sablay when your name was called. You came up on the stage with your excited mother, shook hands with your Dean, and finally grabbed your diploma. You always imagined graduation to be something so spectacular, but the moment you received the piece of paper that confirmed you had, indeed, graduatedâyou just felt the same.Â
After the ceremony, you went back to your house where almost all your relatives from your motherâs side were waiting for you. A tarpaulin with your graduation picture and the words, âCongratulations Yu Sola!â printed on it and hung outside your gate. You greeted everyone on your way, telling them thanks, before retreating in your room to change out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes.Â
While you were slipping on your shirt, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. When you grabbed it, you saw Jungkookâs message on the lockscreen.Â
Letâs go, it said.Â
You knew it meant one thing: a beer and butterball at Route 96. There was still a part of you that wanted to go because you always went when you received a message like that from Jungkook. It was always a yes when it came to him. But now that you confessed, something shifted, whether he admitted to it himself or not.Â
So, you put your phone in your pocket, and went down. But as you do so, you felt your phone vibrate again. You pulled it out of your pocket and Jungkook texted you another message.Â
Please? One for the road. Iâm outside.Â
You bit your lower lip. Then, you made your way out. There, you saw Jungkook wearing his barong and sablay, leaning against his car like hours ago. He smiled as soon as he saw you come out.Â
âYou still have it,â he pointed to your shirt.Â
You looked down on it and realized you had picked his shirt of all things. It wasnât anything special; just something he bought at a boutique. But it meant a lot to you because he gave it to you after you spilled beer on your shirt years ago.Â
âYou attended your ceremony?â you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded. âI thought you didnât see the point.âÂ
âI changed my mind.âÂ
You wished you were just as quick in having a change of heart.Â
âOne for the road?â he asked, tilting his head to the side.Â
You took a deep breath and nodded. âOne for the road.âÂ
âShit, I forgot itâs Sunday. Itâs closed,â Jungkook sighed, seeing the steel gate at Route 96.Â
âItâs fine. Letâs just go,â you told him, grabbing the beer he bought beforehand and making your way up to the bar. Jungkook followed behind.Â
You both leaned in the railing before you, beer in hands. Another silence.Â
You couldnât believe this was the culmination of the seven years you spent loving Jeon Jungkook. You thought, after confessing, you would never speak again. Heâd distance himself from you but here you wereâhaving a beer with him at your favorite place in the world. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind right now. You wished you could dissect his mind and learn every thought he had ever since you confessed.Â
Because you never really knew Jeon Jungkook. You were just so in love with him and idealized who he was over the last seven years. Suddenly, all the stupid memories you shared with Mingyu flashed in your mind and made you laugh.Â
âWhatâs funny?â Jungkook asked, chuckling.Â
You shook your head, drinking your beer. âNothing.âÂ
He nudged your side. âCome on, share it.âÂ
You took a deep breath and for the first time, you looked at Jeon Jungkook and saw him for who he was; not the man you have loved for the past seven years.Â
âI graduated, finally.âÂ
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The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury
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Novice - JJK (18+)
Pairing: Pornstar!Jungkook X Fem!Reader
Theme: PWP (porn with tiny plot), SMUT, pornstar au
Wordcount: 3k
Summary: The need of some extra money lands you on a weird job. But you are not complaining, not when you get to fuck Jeon Jungkook.
Warnings: Explicit sex, porn movie shooting, mentions of pros**tution, Jungkook is a smooth flirt, reader is nervous and shy, inexperienced reader, a little bit of flirting, missionary position, unprotected sex. NSFW!!
Minors are not allowed in this blog!!
Honestly, you have no idea what you are doing here.Â
You have been zoning out for the past ten minutes.Â
Keeping your focus trained on whatâs waiting for you ahead is a little tough. Especially when itâs 2 degree celsius outside and you are wearing nothing but a thin camisole and flimsy underwear.Â
Even though the heater is in full blast, you require to have some clothes on your body to enjoy whatever warmth it has been offering.Â
You question your sanity once again. Are you really doing this? You out of all people? You - the goodie two shoes?Â
Yeah, the situation has been like that lately.Â
You are in need of some extra money because some fucker voiced-phised you and you, being dumber than ever, gave them your company card number and pin. Now you owe 200 million won to your company and you donât even have 10% of the amount to do anything about it.Â
Right at that time, one of your friends knocked on your door asking for a favor.Â
âPlease, Y/N! You are perfect for the role!â she pleaded.Â
âWhat are you even saying? I donât even have any experience-âÂ
âThatâs exactly what we want - a novice.âÂ
And you landed on the deal or role or whatever the fuck it is, in an exchange of 250 million won. By the way, did I mention that they have paid you 50% of the amount already? Â
Itâs good money and a one-time opportunity. All you need to do is to get fucked on camera, get the pay and avoid showing your face around this place anymore.Â
As simple as that.
Or as simple as you thought.Â
But now that you are already at the set and ready to feature in a porn movie.. You are rather nervous.Â
Even though they assured you and added the âblurred-faceâ term to your contract, itâs nerve-wracking and for multiple reasons.Â
First, you have almost zero experience of sex. And must I mention that you never had an orgasm in your entire life?Â
Second, the concept of the film is complicated. There is only one male lead but three female leads (including you). But itâs not poly. The guy plays the role of a male prostitute, who pleasures three different women with three different stages of experience. The first woman is a pro, second one is amateur and third one, you, is a novice.Â
The first shoot was almost over when you arrived at the set and the cast went to prepare for the second shoot. Hence, you havenât gotten to see the guy you would be having sex with.Â
And itâs unsettling.Â
You only heard his name but couldnât muster up the courage to search him up. What if you donât like his face and back off? You will have to repay the 50% of the advance along with a 5% of contract violation fee. And you certainly canât afford to do that now.Â
So you held on, arrived at the studio as per instructions, got your clothes and hair done and now you are waiting for them to call you outside.Â
âMs. Y/N?â A voice calls you from the door and breaks your reverie. âLetâs goâ the staff smiles.Â
You stand up and follow her outside the green room.Â
As you approach the main shooting set all you hear is, well, moans and groans. And those get louder and louder with each passing second.Â
âSit here.â the staff says. âYou can observe what they are doing and prepare yourself in the meantime. Weâll brief you on the scenes once they are done.â she places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.Â
Too bad, âcause you are anything but reassured now.Â
âSo this is how you like to be fucked? Like the bitch that you are? You slut!â the groan of the man invades each of your senses and you are shocked to say the least.Â
Is this how you are going to be treated here? You think to yourself. A shiver runs down your body when the sound of a sharp slap echoes inside the almost calm studio. Then another, then another. But the woman seems to enjoy it all. Her moans and whines keep getting louder.Â
You find your throat closing up with fear. Will you be able to enjoy it too? Or will you fuck things up? Â
You suddenly feel hot and sticky right between your legs. What the fuck? Are you really getting wet? Just with the sounds?Â
Squeezing your eyes shut you try to think of all the things you can do with the extra 50 million won.Â
âGreat work, guys!â a loud cheer and sound of applause halt your activities. You open your eyes to measure the surroundings.Â
First you see the female lead coming out of the set with a cloth wrapped all around herself. She disappears with her assistant within seconds, even before you could see her face.Â
Then the man walks out, wearing almost nothing.Â
A towel is wrapped loosely around his torso and his bare body is on full view for you to enjoy.Â
You gulp.Â
The man is chugging down water as if he has been wandering in deserts for years. Your eyes fall on his Adam's apple at first, then on his glistening collarbones, his built chest, his toned abs, small waist and then on his torso.Â
Your anticipation makes you gulp again.Â
When you finally manage to drag your eyes up, you see him already staring and smirking at you.Â
And fuck! You choke on your own spit because you have never seen a more handsome man in your life.Â
Initially you thought Jeon Jungkook would be a pervert-looking middle aged ajussi but this guy looks like he is your age.Â
Your friends would actually pay to get fucked by a guy this hot. But you are getting it all for free? Mustâve saved your country in past life or something.Â
When Jungkook winks at you, you realize you have been staring at him for too long. And now you feel embarrassed.Â
Lord! What have you been doing!Â
âThatâs it. I hope you have understood, Ms. Y/N?â The director peeks at you expectantly.Â
âI guess.. So.â You reply with a lot of doubts still playing in your mind.Â
âThere is nothing to be nervous of,Y/N. We are not gonna send this movie to the Oscars, so you donât have to think too much about your acting. Just do the bare minimum. Do what you are told. Jungkook will take care of the rest.â He gives you a kind smile.Â
You nod, reminding yourself that you need money and this is the only way.Â
âYou guys will blur my face right?â you ask him with a low voice.Â
âWe will. You can sue us if we donât.â he chuckles.Â
You feel your nervousness and fears subsiding a bit⊠only to reach the peak in seconds.Â
âHyung, are we good to go?â Jungkook appears from one of the green rooms, wearing his casual outfit - a white t-shirt with loose jeans.Â
He smiles down at you and you struggle to return his courtesy.Â
âYeah, we are almost done here. Take care of Ms. Y/N, Jeon. She is very nervous.â the director gestures Jungkook to sit beside you.Â
Jungkook sits down with a respectable distance between you two and takes a tentative look at you before saying, âhyung, we have some time before the shoot starts right?âÂ
The director nods a yes.Â
âThen.. let me talk to Y/N for a bit.âÂ
âYeah sure, go ahead.âÂ
And they leave you alone with your co-star.Â
âHey.â Jungkook says sweetly once you are alone in the makeshift secluded space.Â
âHi.â you reply with a quiet trembling of a voice.
Jungkook chuckles at that.Â
âCute.â you hear him murmuring under his breath.Â
âThis is your first time, I guess?â He asks.Â
âYeah and the last time as well.â you reply urgently, avoiding meeting his eyes as much as possible.Â
His eyes widen at your response, âwhy so?âÂ
âI just need some extra money. So you know.. Itâs a one time thing for me.âÂ
âOh..â Jungkook breathes out and then says, âthen I will make sure itâs something you remember your entire life. I know you donât have much experience but I wonât push you to do something crazy. I will be gentle, donât worry. Just leave yourself up to me, relax and enjoy.â with that he rests one of his hands on top of yours and gives you a sickeningly sweet smile.Â
Now you donât know how you are supposed to stay calm when your co-starâs mere presence is this nerve-wrecking.Â
âOkay. Cutâ the director screams as you and Jungkook complete shooting the non-sexual scenes.Â
âYou are pretty good, you know?â Jungkook slides beside you as you stand there preparing yourself for the big thing ahead.Â
âAh. thanks. You are very impressive as well. I mean three times in a row is no joke. Arenât you tired?â you reply, finally staring into his eyes.Â
Jungkookâs big doe, beautiful eyes almost defy the fact that he is in this business. Almost because once your eyes move lower on his body, youâll have to admit that this is certainly his place to shine.Â
âI have a record of six times in a day, sweetie.â he smirks at you while winking at the same time. Your stomach flips involuntarily.Â
âJungkook, Y/N, are you ready?â The director screams from his seat.Â
Jungkook raises his thumb to affirm him and then he looks back at you.Â
âAs I said Y/N, donât be nervous. I will take good care of you, okay?â Jungkook holds your hand again.Â
His sincere tone really melts your heart.Â
You nod, âokay.â
You donât know how things will turn around but you are determined to enjoy it. You will not be seeing Jungkook anymore, anyway. So, why not take the advantage?Â
âAction!â the director screams.Â
When you look at Jungkook again, his doe eyes have turned dark.Â
From now on, you donât have any dialogue. Itâs only Jungkook who will do the talking, you will have to say yes or no as a response.Â
âSo, you want me to fuck your virgin cunt because you are a bad bad girl. Is that right?â Jungkook speaks in a sultry low voice.Â
Your head starts spinning.Â
âYes.â you reply.Â
He takes a step towards you as you take a step back.Â
âOh. you got a voice I see.â Jungkook steps towards you again.Â
You know he is just acting but you canât help but feel a burning sensation in your stomach. When you take another step back, your thighs come in contact with the bed.Â
He pushes on your shoulder gently, making you sit down.Â
âThen.. let me take care of you.â Jungkook says while sinking down on his knees.Â
He takes one of your feet in his hand and kisses on top of it. When his mouth wraps around your big toe, your breath hitches.Â
Were your feet always this sensitive?Â
He sucks on your big toe briefly, making it tough for you to breathe normally.Â
âDo you like it?â he asks, looking up at you, lips still close to your foot.Â
âYes.â you mutter.
âGood girl.â
Jungkook places a kiss on your ankle next, then on your knee. His other hand kneads on your other thigh gently.Â
His mouth reaches to your inner thigh and hovers above your skin for a brief second. Then he kisses down, pulling out a moan from your throat.Â
âLay down for me.â he requests and you oblige.Â
Jungkookâs fingers hook on the waistband of your panty and he slowly pulls that down revealing your glossy slit to not only him but to the entire crew.Â
But surprisingly you are not self conscious. Jungkook has somehow made it feel like itâs only about the two of you. And you like it that way.Â
âSo prettyâ he whispers, as if talking to your cunt.Â
His actions make you leak even more. You suck in a deep breath when you see him, lowering his face down to your pussy.Â
He places a soft kiss on your folds at first and then licks a stripe along it.Â
Latching his lips around your clit, he sucks on it. You lose your senses with that. Some incoherent words fly out of your mouth but you know you are not really making sense to anyone, not even yourself.Â
He keeps performing his ministrations, licking, sucking and occasionally biting down on your clit.Â
This is the very first time someone has their mouth on your cunt and you never thought it would feel this good.Â
âUmm.. you taste so good, sweetie.â Jungkook mumbles on your clit.Â
His tongue probes into your entrance, lapping up all the juices that you leak.Â
You grab the sheets to find something to distract the overpowering pleasure that Jungkook has been providing you with.Â
Your knees buckle, caging Jungkook between your legs.Â
Soon you feel something akin to a finger pressing down on your clit, then drawing slow circles around it, and then the circles are fast.
Your eyes roll back and your throat produces some sounds you never knew you could make.Â
âFuck! So tight. I have never fucked a pussy tighter than thisâ Jungkook groans and it vibrates your folds.Â
When he pokes into your entrance again, while circling your clit, you find something coiling in your lower abdomen. Something so strong that you canât contain it anymore.Â
And you have it. The very first orgasm of your life.Â
Your juices drain Jungkookâs mouth and chin.Â
âFuck, sweetie!â Jungkook stands up, âlook what have you done?â he says while climbing on the bed.Â
He grabs your camisole and tears it in an instant.Â
Even though you are in your post-oragsm glory, it shocks you regardless. You hear mumbles coming outside the set but then the director seems to say something that shuts everyone up.Â
As soon as your tits are on display, Jungkook grabs both of those with both of his hands.Â
He kneads the muscles while his mouth latches to your neck.Â
There is so much happening at the same time that you donât know what to focus on.
Jungkookâs kisses drop down to your collarbone, bruising your skin and then to your tits. He wraps his pretty lips around your perked nipples, suckling those as if his life depends on it.Â
Your moans know no bounds. And you already feel heat building up in your stomach again.Â
You leave the sheets and grab Jungkook's hair instead. He groans in pleasure.Â
âYou are driving me fucking crazy, sweetie!â Jungkook manages to say, âdo you think you can take my cock now?âÂ
âYes.â you say desperately.Â
You are actually very desperate to have him inside you already.Â
Jungkook climbs down the bed and starts stripping. You stare at him as if he is the best mountain view in the world.Â
Your eyes widen upon seeing his cock and your first thought is if it will fit or not.Â
âDonât worry. I will make it fit.â Jungkook replies as if reading your mind.Â
He then comes closer to you and lines his cock on your entrance. Putting his lips on yours he pushes his length in.Â
A loud earth-shattering moan comes out of your mouth, which Jungkook swallows immediately.Â
He grabs one of your thighs and wraps your leg around his torso, your other leg follows the suit. He takes the chance to accommodate his cock inside your hole comfortably. And once he is sure you have adjusted, he starts moving.Â
At first he is slow but then he starts picking up his pace.Â
âDoes it hurt?â Jungkook mumbles in your mouth, not ceasing to kiss you all while.Â
âNo. It feels good.â you spill the truth.Â
Jungkook groans at your response, emptying you for a second only to thrust his full length inside you harshly. Â
You whine.
He pins your wrists above your head and stares at you while fucking you dumb. His eyes are so dark that they demand you to keep staring back at them.Â
The skin slapping sound makes your head spin and the coil in your stomach starts getting loose.Â
âI-I am cum-â and before you could finish your sentence, you cum.Â
It Triggers Jungkookâs own orgasm. He pulls out your cock from your hole, pumps it twice and then spills his cum all over your body.Â
And all you could do is to stare at him dumbly with your mouth ajar.Â
âThat was so unlike you, Jungkook.â you hear the director talking to your co-star.Â
Even though you donât want to eavesdrop, you want to know what was not like him.Â
âI know, hyung. For the first time ever in my career I lost control.â he sighs âY/N was⊠something else.âÂ
Your face grows hot with the complement. But you know you are not going to see him again so itâs better not to think too much about it.Â
You grab your bag and head towards the exit, stopping to greet everyone on your way out.Â
âHeyâ you greet him with a small voice.Â
Jungkook gives you a big toothy grin in return.Â
âAre you leaving already?â he asks, staring at your bag.
âYes. I- um. Thanks, Jungkook. I really enjoyed it.â You tell him sincerely.Â
âMy pleasure, Y/N. And honestly, I think I enjoyed you a little too much as well.â he replies scratching the back of his neck. The tips of his ears turn pink.Â
You giggle.Â
âThatâs great. So⊠yeah. Thatâs it. I will take my leave now. Byeâ waving your hands, you turn your heels to leave.Â
âY/N?â but his voice stops you.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âMaybe if you donât mind⊠Can we exchange numbers?â Â
âUmm.. maybe we can do that.âÂ
Maybe this deal has more than just money to offer.Â
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ROSĂ | jjk
pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x wine!oc
genre: smut
word count: 5.7k
summary: on your first dinner date, your boyfriend brings you a small giftâtoo bad you're too horny to appreciate it.
pinterest board:Â wine
warnings: a bit of drunkenness, a mention of inner child healing, oc teases jungkook and oc is horny as fuck, dom/sub dynamics, wine!jk, provider jk..., daddy issues, punishment, spanking, food used during intercourse, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), dirty talk, a mention of a sex toy & a mention of a plushie in a sexual context, raw sex, brattiness, jk and oc smoke together
note: OH GODâIT'S FINALLY HERE. SLFJSLDFJS. A REQUESTED DRABBLE about wine!oc and jungkook. this was so fucking fun to write and i was so hot and bothered from this that i had to take a break............ yeah uhm anyways, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. ENJOY READING AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ANONYMOUSLY IN MY INBOX. I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS. PLS AND THANK YOU. âËâčâĄ
side note: jk in the first pic made me fucking die. and other things....
The rosy pink nectar has, undeniably, gone to your head.Â
Your empty wine glass is illuminated by the setting sunlight spilling past your shoulder, reaching its yellow, warm fingers to the tips of your boyfriendâs that rest lazily on the white cloth of the table. Youâre woozy, in a lighthearted moodâso much that even the world has lost its heft and all you can sense is the sluggish process of your absorption. Youâre engrossed in the way the spring coalesces with the beginning of summerâin the warm evening wind ruffling your curls, tickling your bare shoulders, in the darkening hues of the sky, pinks and violets, in the gray smoke of Jungkookâs cigarette interlacing with the slightly sultry air. You can see it in his eyes, the unfolding of it all. And perhaps youâre tipsy or perhaps youâre just brazenly and foolishly falling in love, because youâre aware that if the man werenât sitting in front of you, none of these things wouldnât have caught your attention in such a devastatingly profound way.Â
He has made you feel so safe. By simply and beautifully laying his feelings bare. To you and for you. Created a haven for you to dwell in, for you to grow in and explore all the dark and light corners of you that have merely seldom seen the face of the sun. How could you not indulge in a little bit of alcohol, when youâre protected in that place of security? Let your girlishness swim a little, refresh herself, enjoy herself?
Youâre glowing. You always had been, but your shimmers have gained a new intensity to their twinkles, keeping Jungkookâs liquid stars warm and taken care of inside of you. Their blunt points have carved you into someone else entirely, too. Joyous, cool-headed and absolutely and irrevocably self-assured. Fearless. And his hands have reached deep within and caressed the head of your inner child, healing her and washing her clean, giving her everything she ever lacked. Love, attention, care and validation. Whenever you remember that you never wanted him to get a glimpse of your soul, bile rises in your throat and your stomach hurts.
He saved you. Healed you. Through and through. Gave you his control.
It stirs your never-ending awe that he has managed to do this in a month, and you want to celebrate it. You think now is quite the perfect occasion for it as itâs your first dinner date since youâve become exclusive. Having spent most of your time at each otherâs places fucking, partying and fucking some more, itâs nice to be out, alone with him, that isâand itâs nice as fuck to be out with your boyfriend. The sex has become so different with the label and the rawness of his feelings. And the thing about Jungkook that gets you the most, that strengthens the realm he invented for you, is that once his emotions overflow, the stream of its wine doesnât stop pouring. The moment he confessed his love for you, ever since then you sense it expressed in everything he doesâin the way he greets you in the day, in his tight, burning embrace, in the tenderness with which he holds your hand or kisses it, the relentless, great thought and consideration he puts in the choices he makes for you on the daily. Whether itâs the fatuous things he buys you that mean the world to you, the way he never neglects bunny and incorporates her in everything you do together or⊠the sex.Â
Fuck, the sex alone has taken over your life so vividly and drastically that it consumes your brain. There, in that environment, is where the wine of his emotions is the raciest. Heâs not ashamed to cry, letting those liquid pearls trickle down your collarbones, quenching the thirst of his liquid stars as he fucks you dumb and enjoys every second of it. Heâs not afraid to be loud either. To talk you through your orgasm with even more care and detail than you were accustomed to in the past.Â
Heâs become boundless. And itâs the most attractive thing youâve ever seen in your life.Â
God, youâd be crazy not to let yourself fall for himâ
âI got you dessert,â Jungkook husks, digging his fingers into the pocket of his pants while his other digits draw close to his mouth. He takes a drag of his cigarette, crinkling his eyes so the smoke wouldnât get into them and you beam at him with a fire thatâs more scorching than the sunâs ever been in centuries, heart doing somersaults at the thought of him thinking of you and spending money on you again. And, also, at how hot he looks while he smokes.
Your love language must be gift-giving. You donât know what else to connect it to, the joy that envelops your entire being whenever he gives you something. It doesnât even have to be expensive, nor does he have to pay for it at all. Drawings have become your favorite keepsakesâdrawings of his Miffy bunny, drawings of flowers, of you. Youâve hidden them away in a box along with everything heâs ever brought you, except the white bunny ring because you wear it daily and one small, particular drawing that youâve put inside your glittery phone case.Â
A cutesy marker sketch of him and you. His arm around your shoulders. Bunny sitting on your laps in the middle, as if she were your own child. Cheeks big and bubbly, pink and twinkling. Your curls the way you wear them; his mullet. A perfect depiction of the pair of you. You gaze at it every single dayâprefer to now put your phone face down because of it.Â
Youâre tracing it now with the pad of your finger as you wait for him to reveal your mystery gift to you. The bulby heads, the cheeks, Miffyâs ears. Jungkook puts out his cigarette, puffing out the smoke, away from you, and once heâs done, he taps the back of your hand. Turns it over and spreads out your fingers, inserting, at a snail's pace, something round but slender at the same time, smiling adoringly at you.Â
What a sight to behold. It steals, fleetingly, your attention away from his hand.Â
Slicked back mullet, twinkles taking laps in his soft eyes, blushed cheekbones and stretched, pouty mouth, shiny with his liquid love. Long neck that youâd like to devour now, the broadness of his shoulders and chest that could come second as a plain, dark beige shirt accentuates his hard work at the gym.Â
Oh, fuck. Your nipples pebble against your carmine tube top.Â
Jungkook withdraws his hand and with blurry eyes, you look at the thing he placed in your palm.Â
Chupa Chups. Strawberry and cream.Â
Your mouth parts and itâs a concoction of a gasp and a sound of endearment when the realization that he got you a lollipop sinks in. Your heart flips and does a head stand. Lips round into a pout, drunk eyes softening, its twinkles growing in size and light. Itâs like he gave you something golden, when in fact it costs a few wons, but to you itâs exactly that. Something so precious.Â
You give him an air kiss, bouncing in your seat in joy, fingers already destroying the wrapper. âThank you soâŠâ
Your brows furrow as the wrapper remains intact. You do a bad, bad job of picking at the tape around the slender stick, your long manicured hands absolutely uselessâand the cause of your frustration. You puff out an angry gust of breath, trying harder to get to the sweet delight and itâs at that moment that your boyfriend takes it from your hands with a deep chuckle.Â
âYou silly boo, this is how you do it.â Jungkook pinches the wrapper around the stick and he merely, in a few swift motions, twists the ball until it lets go. He scrunches it in his fists and throws it away in the ashtray. Smirks smugly, leans his elbows on the table, draws close to you. You mirror his position, get to him almost nose to nose, and his smirk deepens, tongue darting out to lick across his lips. You do the same, eyeing the round pinkness in his hand, the sexual attraction and its tension soaring high between you.
Without your hands, you could put it in your mouth, mimic the way you do it on his own tip and make him lose his mind a little bit. Itâs right here, an inch away and you dip your head towards it, a magnetic pulling drawing you naturally to it. Sense his gaze on you, sense his delight, sense the flashback glimmering across the wholeness of him. But before you could wrap your lips around it, he moves it out of your reach.Â
âNo,â Jungkook murmurs, breath slightly ragged, holds it up in front of your face, watches as you go cross-eyed a little bit. Hums at the sight, quietly enough for only you to hear. âIf you want it, ask for it nicely.âÂ
His puffy lips being so close to you, you desire to kiss himâcheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, his oh-so-loved dominance fucking with your drunkenness and your brain, body altogether. You tip your head to the side, flutter your lashes, make your eyes big and smile at him as sweetly as you can.Â
He coos, validating you, and it is a force that makes you feel safe enough to submit to him like a small animal to its father. Safe enough to want to get under the table and make him feel really, really good, too.Â
âCan I have the lollipop, please?âÂ
He groans, still quietly, and your panties drench immediately. You widen your eyes at him, feeling your slick, pursing your lips to scold him silently. He just laughs, amused by it all, and the sound of his joy fills you with elation.
One that darkens, when he asks, âWhere?âÂ
You lick your lips, taking in the question, struck by it. Letting your mind wander, the places where you want it, except your mouth, is on your nipples and your clit. Nicely sweet and stickyâfor him to clean up, for him to enjoy. Your dewiness soaks the material of your panties and your body begins to yearn for any kind of friction. Youâre not sure whether youâre able to stick around in your chair, acting as if nothingâs wrongâacting as if youâre not stupendously horny.Â
âIn my mouth.âÂ
Jungkook makes a noise of appreciation and youâre so frustrated by all those sounds he makes that you want to dig your nails in his arms and make him pay for it. Even more so, when he plunges the lollipop into his mouth and his lips pucker around it, inciting the butterflies in your tummy to go absolutely fucking berserk. You place your hand on his bicep, nails ready to attack, but then he pulls out the treat with a pop, angling it at your mouth.Â
âOpen.âÂ
You thought he stole it from you, but he did no such thing. He wetted it for you, like a father for its child. Youâre stupefied to the point that you don't even realize that youâre leaving a mark on the linen material of your seat.Â
You do open your mouth for him, however.Â
He twists the ball on your tongue, expecting you to close your mouth around the stick, but you donât. No, you swirl that muscle around the candy, deepening your gaze, smirking. Jungkook stills, clenches his strong jaw. Darkness flicks across his eyes and he narrows them. First warning.Â
You pretend you donât see it.Â
Closing your mouth and encasing your hand around his, you move the lollipop to the side of your cheek, acting as if it were his dick. And when you bob your head once, Jungkook tugs on the stick, wanting to pull it out, but you donât let him, keeping it caged between your teeth. It only drives you to bob your head again. Â
âStop,â he says, voice calm, deep and seriousâterribly deadly. Withdraws his hand and leans back, watching you with a predatory gaze, one that makes you even wetter. âOr weâre going home.âÂ
Thatâs exactly what you want. Instructions clear.Â
You open your mouth and do a show of swirling your tongue around the ball, only this time you flick the muscle against it. Jungkook grips the table, knuckles white, and you laugh, which you soon realize was a grave mistake.Â
âYou think itâs funny?â he questions you, staring you down with a look that should frighten you, but it merely turns you on. You suck on the lollipop, the dulciness of strawberries suffusing your senses. âIâll bend you over this fucking table, lift up that slutty little skirt and spank you in front of everyone.âÂ
You pull out the candy with an exaggerated pop. Scowl at him. As though his words didnât affect you the way that they didâas though youâre not squeezing your thighs together, trying to gain that friction you so desperately need. âWhy are you so angry?âÂ
He looks away for a moment, laughing silently. Nods his head at your wine glass. âYou finished with your wine, baby?âÂ
Itâs this pleasantness that you hear in this voice that spreads goosebumps across your skin. Feigned sugarinessâthe sunlight right before the clouds come in and thunder strikes; the calm before the storm.Â
Good thing youâre dressed for the rain and ready to sing in it.Â
You nod your head and Jungkook clicks his tongue, grabs you by your hand whilst he pulls out his wallet. You accompany him as he walks over to the bar, black card ready between his fingers. Waits to be noticed. Gives you a look over and fixes your skirt, pulling the hem down.Â
Pays for you. Smiles down at you as he pockets his wallet.Â
And then, he drags you to his car.Â
Perhaps itâs the fresh air, perhaps itâs the briskness in his walk and the tight hold around your hand, but all intoxication evaporates from your body, leaving only your stained elation and neediness. You canât help your smile. Think it must be sewn in at this point. By his own diligent fingers.Â
A wind blows in, pulling your hair to your front and Jungkook pins you against his car. Tits squished against the passenger side, elbows pressed together. Eyes wide, you check your surroundings and find no one in sight. Only swaying trees, buildings of apartments, lamps illuminating the dark street. You relax right away, trusting Jungkook that heâs on the lookout and knows what heâs doing.Â
He grinds his hips against your backside and you moan at the feeling of his hard length. With his free hand, he brushes your hair to one side and begins to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck, nuzzling his face in. Hovers his lips above your ear when he says, âYou feel how hard you made me with your little show?â You nod, quickly, wanting more of him, wanting him inside of you. Push your hips back; twirl them in slow circles. Jungkook hisses. âI guess you really do want that spanking. Whereâs your lollipop?â You show him your hand, where your treat remains uneaten and dry. He takes it from you and you turn your head in time to see him sink it into his mouth, placing it on the side of his mouth like you did. âGet inside the car.âÂ
Jungkook opens the door for you and forces you in, closing it with a harsh thud. As he rounds the vehicle, he makes eye contact with you and your tummy flips in response.Â
Fuck.Â
Nothing happens in a millisecond once heâs seated, but then he grabs your cheeks, squishing them in the way he likes, and kisses you hard, lollipop in hand. Moving his mouth against yours, his tongue only briefly greets you before he pulls away. âNaughty fucking girl. Youâre lucky that I love you because otherwiseâŠâ He doesnât finish his sentence with words, but with another kiss, breathing against you, grunting when itâs you this time that slips the tongue inside, playing with him the same way you played with the dessert he got you. âFuck, youâre gonna be the death of me. Iâm gonna put you in your fucking place, make you remember how to behave in public. Youâve forgotten, haven't you?âÂ
You donât have time to react, you merely bite your lip so hard that it aches. Jungkook pushes you back and yanks your leg between his, lifting your skirt. Then, he hovers his palm above your ass, the other forearm resting on the top of the seat, lollipop dangling near your head. He hides his smirk behind his effort to flatten his lips.Â
And when he spanks you, you donât roll your eyes back and rasp like your body naturally wants you to. No, you hold the eye contact and you take the pain, letting it course through your body, reveling in it. He doesnât say anything as he keeps going, alternating between slapping your now reddened cheeks and the back of your thigh. Doesnât even stroke the skin to alleviate the burn. He solely bores his gaze into yours, his cock rock hard against your leg. Another set of words are exchanged, silently, deeply, teaching you your lesson in tandem with the hits, burying it to a great depth inside you.Â
And then he finishes with a nasty kiss, but his hand resumes causing you pain. Youâve lost count of how many spanks youâve taken.Â
Itâs like youâve woken up from a trance. It reverberates throughout your entire body and itâs now that you allow your body to vocally react. You whine, rounding your mouth in a pout, so different from the one on the dinner date. And you remember your mannersâperceive how wrong it was to tease him, even though a good half of you still takes delight in it.Â
âIt hurts,â you whisper, nudging your lips against him and he gives you your last spankâthe hardest of them all. The infliction makes you flutter your eyes shut and Jungkook brings them back to him by caressing his knuckles down your flushed cheek.Â
âGood, you remember how to behave now?â he asks, halting his movement, such piercing intensity in his irises that drive you to nod your head. âThatâs my good little girl.â Taps the side of your thigh. âLet Daddy make it better now.âÂ
You open your legs for him and Jungkook pushes your soaked panties to the side, revealing your little bedewed seashell. He hums at the sight of her, pops the lollipop back inside his mouth. Collects your arousal by swirling the pads of his middle and ring finger around your hole, eyes flicking from your pussy to your own, groaning when he comes into contact with your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles. You whimper, bucking your hips, needing him to go faster, needing to come.Â
Jungkook shakes his head, disapproving. âYou take what I give you or Iâll stop.â Lifts his hand to express the gravity of his threat and you help, wrapping both hands around his and putting it back on your bundle of nerves. He chuckles at your desperation, giving you the same circles, though now firmer.Â
Waves the lollipop near your lips. You open your mouth, instinctively, and he plunges it into your mouth for a mere second before he pulls away, growling at the sound that comes out. He does it again, fucking you with it in a way, just to hear that pop and heâs so pleased with it that he sinks those two fingers inside your heat, fully, in one ego. Keeps them there. Teases you. Hovers the lollipop out of your reach and you decide to fuck with him back. Darting out your tongue, you whirl it around the flat side and he swears, moaning, giving to you at last.Â
He latches his mouth onto your neck, starting the drill of his fingers. âFuck, youâre so hot.âÂ
He picks up the speed so rapidly that you scream, squeezing your eyes shut, the pleasure permeating your body so vastly that you quiver all over. Grab a hold of his hair, pulling on it and thenâ
Then, he withdraws his fingers. Ruins your orgasm.Â
You pant, trying to catch your breath. âPlease, Jungkook, pleaseââ
He nudges his nose against yours. âWhat, baby?âÂ
âI need to come, please.âÂ
Jungkook tuts, kissing you once. âI thought we could play.â Plunges the lollipop into your mouth to wet it. Shows it to you, just to see you go cross-eyed again. Moans. âWhere do you want it, hm?âÂ
Ever the angel that makes your fantasies come to life. You wrap your fingers around his hand, butterflies swarming in your tummy. Lead him towards your still clothed breasts. âHere.â Take him to your drooling pussy. âAnd here.âÂ
Jungkook makes a sound of approval. Descends his fingers a little lower, to your other hole, circles it. âWhat about here?âÂ
You giggle, but you shake your head. The idea may be intoxicating, however reality is much different. Thereâs a risk to putting any sweetened food inside, one you donât want to deal with.Â
Jungkook smiles at you, pushes your seat back and slides it in the same direction. Crawls over you and you feel so feminine, so sexy underneath him. Nipples perked under your top, breasts full and spilling. You arch your back towards him and Jungkook drags his thumb from your bottom lip, to your chin, neck, the dip of your collarbones until he reaches the hem of your Tom and he tugs it down so harshly that you canât contain your very own concoction of a gasp and moan.Â
Lollipop in mouth, one hand propped by your head, the other squeezes your breast hard, nearing it, fingers pinching your nipple. Makes the flesh as red as your ass. You can tell he likes the view by the way he coos, but then he wipes all your thoughts away, when he sucks hard on the candy and swirls it around your stiffened nub, gaze flicked to yours to watch your reaction.Â
The pleasure is so vivid, so dizzyingâand for him, you let it paint your face in all its colors. Brows scrunched, bedroom eyes, mouth parted, puffing out desperate breaths. Jungkook sucks it again and smears his saliva around your other nipple, taking his time, slapping the ball once against it, making you hiss.Â
âIt feels so good,â you murmur, sinking your fingers into the longer length on the back of his hair, bringing his mouth to yours. You kiss him with a verve that causes him to groan. You swallow that sound, satisfied.Â
He grins at you. âI bet.âÂ
Dips his head and envelops that sugar-coated nub with his warm lips, sucking it hard. His groan spreads there, deepens there and you arch your back even more, pulling his head to your other nipple so he can do the same thing. Join your other hand to his hair and do whatever you pleaseâturn his head side to side, from one nub to the otherâand he lets you, giving you, momentarily, his control. You feel your essence soaking the seat beneath you and you thank the heavens that the fabric is one of leather. You lift his head and try to push it down, but he wonât budge. Stares you down instead, lustfully.Â
âWhere do you want me?â he asks, a wrinkle between brows. âBe a good girl and tell me.â Pops the lollipop back in his mouth.
You sigh, kissing him once on the side of his neck, using your tongue. Make sure youâre looking at him as you reply, âOn my clit.âÂ
He moans, eyes woozy, finger on the stick as he sucks the candy, clefts of dimples on either side of his cheeks. You palm his length, your own digits rounding across his tight balls and he whisks his irises back, grinding into your hand. âYou want a lickie?âÂ
âYes, so bad, please.âÂ
He hums and kneels before you, kissing your clit once in greeting. Then, he flattens his tongue and licks a fat stripe across your whole femininityâfrom your slit, to your swollenness. Hands on your hips, index curled around the lollipop, he holds you steady, prevents you from meeting him, as he stimulates you like this. Up and down, tongue rolling, eyes fixed on you, devouring you. And when he stops to suck your clit, he taps your mouth once with the ball of the lollipop. The act of sucking on something while youâre getting pleasured like this almost throws you over the edge, your body coated in a layer of sweat, but Jungkook withdraws in time. Presses the delight in the middle and rubs small circles, just to prepare you for the big thing. You become so whiny, so loud that his eyes grow in size, watching you in awe.Â
To reward you for such beauty, he rapidly strums it from side to side, causing you to nearly levitate, but he pins you down. Wetting it and placing it back down, grunting at the aftertaste of you mixed with the sweetness.Â
And he canât resist. Canât hold back. The wrinkle between his brows deepens when he tastes you, licking you all over, tongue stopping occasionally its feast to flick at your clit before he swallows you whole. Grunts, sucks, licks. Eyes closed to savor the taste. The pressure in your core heightens, even more so when he lifts your legs, greedy for the side dish in the form of your other hole. Youâre so close that you might burst.Â
âYou taste so fucking good, baby. So sweet. Come on my tongue, please, I want more of you.âÂ
He wants more of your taste.Â
You come so hard that your orgasm takes you to an open sea, your body floating on calm waves, to and fro, eyes rolled to the skyâto the sunroofâseeing nothing but the elegance of the twinkling stars and deep purple clouds.Â
âThatâs it, baby, so good. Thatâs my little girl.â He slaps the side of your thigh, bringing you back to him. âListening so well, learning her lesson, coming so hard. Iâm proud.âÂ
His words alone could make you come again, but youâre distracted.
Jungkook unbuttons his pants and pulls out his manhood. Stroking himself, he lines his tip at your mouth. He doesnât even have to tell you to open upâyou do it yourself. Holding it at the base, he stuffs your throat right away, a guttural chuckle emitting out of his mouth when you gag. He pulls out to where youâre comfortable having him and you begin to bob your head, like you did with the lollipop.Â
âYes, suck it like that, my love. Daddy loves it when you do that.âÂ
His precum on your tongue, the way heâs holding himself, the position and his wordsâyou moan around him, so out of your mind, so fucked out. And when he fucks your mouth, it turns you on so much that you go cross-eyed.Â
Jungkook pulls out quickly, as if the sight of it alone was about to make him come. A string of your saliva from his tip drips onto your chest and he slides into your mouth again just to poke your cheek, just to mimic what you did with the lollipop. You whine, liking it so much, to the point that he drills this tender place of yours until he canât take it enough.Â
âTurn around.â You try to, but your legs are jelly. He manhandles you to the position he wantsâon your knees, tits against the leather, arms around the headrest, the formerly abused cheek against it. âHold onto it. Too bad we left bunny at home, huh?âÂ
Jungkook runs his cock across your pussy and you grind against it, needing the friction after the way he used you. You whimper for him. âSheâs probably wondering where we are right now and why weâre taking so long.âÂ
âIâll make it up to her.â He presses his length against your clit, encouraging you to use him back. âRub your pussy like that on me, fuck.â He moves so itâs his tip that stimulates you. You ride him harder, moaning loudly against the leather. âYou can make it up to her, too. Can ride her like I know you can. With a vibrator between your legs and hers, hm? How you like the sound of that?âÂ
Youâre so close you could come in a second, but you donât want it like this. You need him inside of you. âShut up, Iâm literally gonna come like this. Fuck me.âÂ
He fists your hair. Pain shoots up your scalp and he ruts into your heat. Fully. Until his pelvis collides with your ass. You scream.Â
Lips by your ear. âIs this how you talk to your Daddy?â He begins to pump into your little tight hole. Mercilessly. The leather squeaks, a horrible, rapid sound that you can only faintly hear because all that your senses can focus on is his cock. âYour Daddy that loves you so much?âÂ
You come, pathetically. Sea and waves, palm trees that sway. Your legs tremble, but he keeps going, mouthing the shape of your ear.Â
He tsks. âIâm gonna tell bunny on you. Maybe Iâll be the one who gets to fuck her while you watch.â He gives you a hard stroke, one that is followed by rapid thrusts that scramble your brain. âSheâll be so disappointed to hear how bad youâve been, but Iâll make sure to tell her how hard I fucked it out of you.âÂ
Lifting you from the leather, he kneads your breasts, placing the lollipop in between and holding it up by squishing them.Â
âCome on, get your lollipop.â He bounces your tits in his hands, signalizing you that he wants you to do it with your mouth.Â
But you canât do it. You come, majestically, your senses leaving you and wafting in the stuffed air of the car. Boneless, you sag in his arms.Â
Jungkook coos. âYou come so well around me that Iâll be good to you. Youâre just a cockslut, arenât you, baby? You just canât help it, hm?â He puts the lollipop inside your mouth, chasing his so-needed release.Â
It doesnât take long for him to find the footsteps into that bliss that you left in your wake. He holds you like this, against him, tits spilling over his forearms as he jackhammers into you so hard that your whole body bounces, shakes and reacts to each grunt, to each whimper, to each kiss he presses onto your skin.Â
With the little of the brain you have left, you decide to talk him through itâbecause he fucks you so good.Â
âCome for me, Daddy, yes, please, fuck. Fill me up with your cum. I want it so bad, I want to feel youââ His cock twitches in you, but he continues, sloppily. âYes, so good. Thatâs it. Come for your little girl, Jungkook.â A loud groan. A tight hold. A spurt of his cum inside your walls. You whimper and he fucks it deeper into you, giving you more of his liquid stars. âJungkook, oh fuck, Jungkook, oh yes.âÂ
And itâs that never-ending litany of his name that helps him chase his high to the fullest. He kisses your neck hard in gratitude for helping him come, marking you, marking this memory.Â
You stay like this for a little while. Sweaty, sticky, spent, breathing hardâlungs synced.Â
A warm announcement sneaks to your heart, one that screams it into the drowsy skies once Jungkook pulls out of you, turns you around and, stealing your candy, kisses you.Â
An announcement that youâre deeply and irrevocably in love with him.Â
âYou sounded just like me.â He finishes your lollipop for you, chewing the small bulby head as he dresses you and his cum spills onto your panties.Â
Your smile is dopey, satisfied and youâre ready for sleep to take you, but Jungkook gets out of the car for a smoke. You think you need one, too, after what youâve experienced together, and so you follow him out into the night on wobbly legs.Â
He leans against his car, a cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupping the fire as he flicks his lighter to life. You wait until he puffs out the smoke into the air before you fold into the side of his body, stealing his cigarette and inhaling it, giving it back to him.Â
Jungkook pats your head, rubbing your scalp, chin propped on it. âI didnât mean what I said. You were perfect. Iâm not telling shit to bunny, I promise.âÂ
You smile, fondly. Didnât take his words seriously, not at all, but youâre grateful for the reassurement regardless. Itâs just role-play, nothing else.Â
âI know, baby,â you say, softly, massaging his stomach, going as far as under his shirt to feel his bare skinâever so innocently.Â
âI wanted to fuck you the moment you sat down. Youâre just my little helper and because of that Iâm glad weâre going home with my cum in your panties,â he whispers, placing the cigarette on your lips, so you can take a drag. âYou deserve every drop.âÂ
You feel that familiar ache rooting in your core again, but you donât think you can take another round. Jungkook lifts your chin, making you look at him. Twinkles, bigger than the ones of the stars up above, living in his soft eyes. That cute nose. Those pouty lips. His silky, dreamy heart that looks out for you and puts you first.Â
The three words that youâve never told him before rise up your body and you think now is the perfect occasion to say them.Â
âI love you.âÂ
Wetness coats his eyes and the twinkles broaden, saturating them with an unfathomable, fulging light. He flicks his cigarette away, presses you closer to him and with his now free hand, he cups your face. Kisses you. For a long, long time.Â
âI love you.âÂ
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toji doesn't apologize, that's something you will never get out of him unless it is life or death, with that being said he has other ways of apologizing so he won't have to see that cute sad pout on your face all day.
having you sit on his lap whenever you get upset or even just trying to get you things that he knew would make you smile, he thought apologies were useless when he knew he was going to do the exact same thing you got mad at him for, it was easier to make things up rather than lie about him not doing that specific thing.
one thing that never failed for him was him fucking you until you forgot your name then getting you food after, this was a ten out of ten âapologyâ for him, he just had to do it right so that he wouldn't have to hear about it the next day.
pulling you into hi slap as he rubbed over your stomach and gave you tiny kisses on your neck, lightly bouncing his leg hoping it made stimulation in between your legs, he was absolutely right, like he always was. light moans slipping past your lips as he rubs his hands under and up your shirt touching your breasts and playing with your nipples, that's when he knew his pretty girl was going to be okay.
it was easy to get mad at toji, i mean it was toji, but forgiving him was even easier when he fucked you so good that you didn't want him to stop. the next thing you knew, you were in bed getting your hair pulled and your pussy broken in, the tip of his dick pushing deep inside of you, your back arching from the pleasure.
his other hand planted on your ass giving it as squeeze then a smack shortly after, even though this was his âapology.â and the sex was for you, he still did what he wanted with you. twisting and turning you every which way, just to feel you squeeze around him and whimper out his name for him to keep going and give you more.
âplease⊠fuck me again.â your hair disheveled and your eyes red from tears and a smirk on his face, he loved when he could tell that you were feeling good and that your head was fuzzy from the pleasure that arose inside of you and slipped out all in one breath. the fact that you would cum five times all in one night just from him proves that you did not need a verbal apology, you just needed his hands roaming around your body and his dick slipped deep inside of you.
âgood girl, keep taking it.â while flipping you over and spreading your thighs out while putting his thumb over your clit and lightly pushing on it and swirling it, his dick pushing into you more and more. your face and body reacting to him well, this was all that mattered, you're taking him in and forgetting everything that happened before that.
the only thing that mattered then and after was you and him, he knew what you wanted and needed from him and that's what he was going to give to you.
after you're fucked out and tangled in the sheets catching your breath, toji is already slipping on some pants and a shirt, getting ready to give you the second apology. walking over to your side of the bed and kneeling down while putting his hand on your face, cupping your cheek and leaning in, giving you a peck on the lips.
âi'll go get that one place you like, okay mama?â
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dilf!suga â 18+
dilf!suga who calls you doll and gropes your ass just to tease you. He loves to hear you gasp when he does it unexpectedly, making you flustered.
dilf!suga who gives you his credit card whenever you're at the mall. He doesn't necessarily care what you buy...he just has one condition. He likes you to pick out an outfit you know he would love (something sexy)
dilf!suga who spanks you while he fucks you from behind. He spanks you each time you let out a small gasp, making you moan a bit louder.
dilf!suga who lets you sit on his face when he's had a bad day. Giving you a kiss down there makes up for the shitty day he's had. He makes you sit down all the way and he doesn't give a shit if he can't breathe.
dilf!suga who bends you over the kitchen counter whenever you're being a brat. He pulls off your pants/skirt and puts your panties to the side to finger you harshly until you beg pathetically.
dilf!suga who let's you ride him as he praises your breasts and whispers soft words of praise as you hump his cock needlessly. He kisses and places your nipples in his mouth as he thrusts up into you, making you gasp.
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gang shit | knj
Your daughter's classmate has a really hot dad. Apparently, you're his arch-nemesis.
â Pairing: Dilf!Namjoon x Single Parent!Reader
â Rating: Sfw
â Genre: Kidfic, strangers/romantic interest, an attempt at humor
â 1 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Single Parent)
â Word Count: 1204
â Warnings: Shockingly none!! aside from my terrible sense of humor, jokes about Crime!!, and also Namjoon's dimples
â Notes: Inspired by this tweet. I hope you enjoy the first drabble of my 100 Drabble Challenge I'm doing with @sailoryooons - Please check out Hali's drabbles throughout 2024, too! Happy New Year, besties! âš
â Post Date: January 1, 2024
â Masterlist | Send me ur thots
â What was Jai listening to? GOAT - Number_i
âI donât make the rules to this gang shit. I just play my role.â
Your eyebrows shoot up, and you cock your head to the side in disbelief. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me.â Namjoon adjusts his black baseball cap. His bicep bulges out of his short sleeve when he lifts his arm.Â
Youâre too old to be thirsting for a man like this. In all honesty, youâve been acting childish all day â literally. Itâs the last day of school before summer break, and your daughterâs preschool teacher invited parents to an end-of-the-year celebration. Having the privilege of working a hybrid schedule means itâs relatively easy for you to swing by the school with primary-colored cupcakes in hand. Theyâre the disgusting ones kids love thatâll stain their fingers and mouths bright blue. Oh, to be a four-year-old. So easy to please.Â
Unlike little Yunaâs father, who has a stick shoved up his ass, and for what?
âWhat are you even talking about?â you ask with your arms crossed against your chest.Â
Youâd said literally five words to the guy, intending to start a pleasant conversation while the kids ran around the playground and the other parents mingled at the picnic tables outside.Â
âHi, Iâm Y/N, Brooklynâs parent.â
Apparently, that was offensive.
Namjoonâs sharp eyes drag up and down your body, and you try not to let his heavy gaze affect you â and fail when you feel your stomach dip.Â
âBrooklyn said Yuna dresses weird,â Namjoon finally says with a pout that shouldnât look so cute on a grown-ass man.Â
âDid she?âÂ
âAre you calling Yuna a liar?â
âNo!â This man is so volatile. âIâm just surprised, thatâs all. Weâve been practicing using kind words, but, well, you know how kids areâŠâÂ
Namjoon doesnât look convinced.Â
You feel antsy under his gaze, unsure what to say or do. Are you supposed to apologize? Maybe thatâs the mature thing to do. Youâre still new to this whole âIâm suddenly responsible for an entire human being even though I barely even know how to take care of myselfâ thing. Itâs a little bit unbelievable, actually!Â
âIâm sorry for Brooklynâs judgmental behavior. What kind of weird-, what kind of clothes-â you stumble through what you already know is a shit apology, âWhich one is Yuna?âÂ
âThatâs her.â Namjoon nods in Yunaâs direction.
You look across the playground to the swing set, where a little girl is lying on the swing on her stomach and spinning around with her arms and legs hanging limp. Sheâs wearing her hair in asymmetrical pigtails, one higher on her head than the other. Her sneakers are mismatched, as are her colorful knee-high socks. Her pants are polka-dotted, her shirt striped, and sheâs got a bright purple cape tied around her neck.Â
âSheâs adorable,â you say softly.Â
âSheâs weird as shit.âÂ
Your mouth hangs open when Namjoon shrugs.Â
âWhat? Sheâs my kid; Iâm allowed to say that.âÂ
âFair enough,â you concede with a smile, âSo, we got beef now?â
âYup.âÂ
Namjoon crosses his arms against his chest to match your stance. You tell yourself itâs very inappropriate to be eyeing your new enemyâs boobs when youâre in the middle of a showdown.Â
âIâm not gonna lie, I donât think Iâm down for going to war for Brooklyn. Usually, I just like to blame her bad behavior on her dad,â you say with a barking laugh. You cover your mouth with your hand when you snort. âSorry, that was inappropriate.âÂ
âYouâre good,â Namjoon finally cracks a smile, and, wow, itâs breathtaking. His eyes crinkle at the corners, his teeth are big and bright, and he has dimples⊠âYunaâs mother doesnât let her dress how she likes, so when I have her, I let her do what she wants. Self-expression is important, yâknow?âÂ
You nod because heâs right. Kids should be kids.Â
âPlus, I like being the fun parent.âÂ
âRight! Who wants the parent with all the stupid rules?â You perk up, taking a step closer because now youâre partners in crime rather than enemies. Maybe. Youâll work on it. Heâs too cute not to get up to some parental crime withâgang members, not rivals.Â
âNot cool parents like us,â Namjoon lightly elbows you.Â
âYeah, they canât ride with our gang.âÂ
Namjoon makes a face the moment the words come out of your mouth. He bites both lips, rolling them in and hollowing his cheeks, eyebrows raised.Â
âWhat? What!â you gasp, knowing when youâre being made fun of, even if itâs in silence.Â
âDonât ever say anything like that ever again.âÂ
With a huff, you give him a tiny punch to the arm and tell yourself that it isnât because you want to feel how tight his muscles are.Â
âYouâre the one whoââÂ
âHEY! NO HITTING!âÂ
Groaning, you throw your head back as a tiny blur of pink collides with your body. Brooklyn tugs on the hem of your shirt, repeatedly chanting, âHey, hey, hey, hey, hey,â until you crouch to meet her at her level. Taking her little hands in yours, you hold them to your lips to give her knuckles a quick peck.Â
âYouâre right, I shouldnât have done that to Mr. Kim,â you admit, âI should apologize, shouldnât I?â
Brooklyn nods, and the bulbous beaded hair ties at the end of her pigtail braids swing like a deadly game of tetherball.Â
âIâm sorry, Mr. Kim,â you say as you look up at Namjoon. He taps his finger against his chin in mock thought, and you canât help but think that youâll actually punch him if he fucks up this teaching moment by pretending not to accept your apology.Â
âI forgive you,â he says with another grin that makes you feel like a silly teenager.Â
âYâknow, Brooklyn, Mr. Kim told me something about you and YunaâŠâ Brooklyn immediately ducks her chin to her chest. No one has ever looked guiltier. âItâs not very nice to talk about how people look, love. I think you should apologize to Yuna, donât you agree?â
It takes very little convincing for Brooklyn to run off toward the swings. She flops on her stomach in the swing beside Yuna, and then, after a bit of talking, both girls spin around.Â
âIf Brooklyn throws up from doing that, itâs your fault,â you mutter to Namjoon.Â
âReal aggressive coming from someone who just physically attacked me.âÂ
âOkay, Mr. Gang Shit,â you quip back, catching Namjoonâs widening grin out of the corner of your eye.Â
âListen,â Namjoon touches your elbow, his fingers lingering just long enough for you to give him your attention. Heat spreads along your forearm and makes your fingers tingle. âI donât really accept either of your apologies. You might need to try a little harder to get me to forgive you.â
âOh.â You feel your stomach twist.Â
âMight want to start with getting dinner with me, and then we can see where it goes?âÂ
Oh.
âI mean, if you think it wouldnât hurt my street cred being seen with the likes of you, then, yeah.âÂ
Namjoon grabs his baseball cap bill and pulls it down until his hat covers his face. âDonât make me rescind this offer because Iâll do it.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, weâll see how it goes.â
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HUSH | MYG - SERIES MASTERLIST
pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?)
Welcome to Hush. We're the dating app that brings it all back;Â Y2K style.
Forget catfishes, filters, and facetune - It's all about 'ASL?', character limits, and screaming into your pillow at 4am, after finaaaaally sending that goodnight text to your crush. Hush is the place to share your secrets.
You're anonymous until you choose not to be - so what are you waiting for?! Go forth and multiply, Hush hottie!
And by multiply, we mean your Hush crushes, of course! Hush users that match your preferences will automatically be added to your very own Secret Circle. We do the hard work for you (you're welcome), but it's up to you to turn your Hush crush into a secret worth keeping.
Our lips are sealed, so yours don't have to be.
genre / tropes:Â okay, where to start with this one lmao, sexting! and i mean... a lot of sexting (so much sexting oc will probably get early-onset arthritis in her thumbs), yoongi is a dick, he also hates nepotism, and in turn, you. oh yeah, you're jin's sister, you work with the band on tour. jin, yoongi, tae, jk and joon are in The Scouts aka the hottest band since sliced bread. jimin is their tour manager, hobi works up in the head office (he's sleazy and i love him). slight love triangle, one-near-footjob (and counting!), eventual smut, a little angst, dating app that is exclusively for celebrities / people in the public eye, one incredibly inconvenient pairing, yoongi calls the oc clementine / clemmie and it's cuter than it sounds, idk how else to explain this, mistaken identity i guess? although not really? look, just read it lol. smut warnings will be on chapters individually!!
wordcount:Â x (will be somewhere between 80-120k)
soundtrack: x
start date:Â 2023.08.31 (originally posted early 2022)
minors dni // originally posted to wattpad
NOTE FROM HOLLY // hush is uploaded to wattpad in shorter chapters that i then combine for updates on tumblr (as are most of my fics!!)
CONTEXT // pls read these before the story
THE SCOUTS - meet the band
HUSH - meet the app
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
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â home.
» pairing: jungkook x reader
» genre: fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort, nsfw
» synopsis: âshow me your thorns, and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.â
» warnings: allusions to depression, brief mentions of self harm (nothing graphic!), a little bit of angst, cuddling, reassurance, jungkook is a big green flag, talks of therapy and healing, confessions, lots of kisses, he's down bad and so in love :( (they both are), pet names, soft!dom jk, slight size kink, missionary bc he needs to look at her and kiss her đ©, praise, dirty talk, choking, creampie, aftercare
His hand curled around the nape of your neck the moment your lips touched. Warmth trickled down your spine, and he titled his head; tongue prodding at your soft lips, like he wanted you down to the marrow. Like he wanted to dip into your soul, kiss after kiss, until he was completely submerged; until he's explored every nook and crevice, felt every bump and crack.
He pulled away from the heat of your mouth slowly, reluctantly, eyes half lidded and dark. Lungs expanding to take in more air, voice coming out hoarse.
"You weren't answering your phone..."
"I know," you whispered, "I'm sorry."
Jungkook shook his head.
"No need to be sorry, baby," he lifted your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on the soft skin there. "I was just worried."
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer. You sank into his embrace so easily; like you just came home. In a way, you have. He hasn't seen you in over a week...
It may not have seemed like much, but your absence was tangible. Suffocating. Especially when he didn't know if something was wrong.
"I'm glad you're here," he murmured.
You turned your head to peck his shoulder, fingers entwining, and then you were walking towards his bedroom as though it was second nature. The change in your demeanor had the corners of Jungkook's eyes crinkling from smiling. You practically skipped over to his bed, hopping onto the large mattress.
"Can I get a shirt, please?"
He didn't think you comprehended how fucking cute you were. He turned to open his closet and began rummaging through it.
"At this point, I'm pretty sure I'd kill someone if you asked me," he muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing, baby."
Flushing, he ignored the curious tilt of your head and threw you his favorite t-shirt.
God, how could someone be so fucking cute?
You were always excited to nap in his bed, share food and wear his clothes. The fact that it brought you comfort made his already lovesick heart swell up and ache. Something so simple, but so domestic â it fucked with his head. He wanted this every day, in every life. You were his comfort, too. Why couldn't you see it?
He leaned against his closet, arms crossed, watching you slip out of your clothes, the heap landing on the floor. It was art. You were so beautiful; inside and out. He couldn't help the way his stomach stirred and heart fluttered, yet instead of acting on his urges, he just walked over to you and bent down to pick up your clothes.
While you got into his shirt, he folded them neatly and placed them on his gaming chair.
"I missed this bed so much," you sighed.
Jungkook glanced over at you, taking a moment to drink in the image of you lying there, the black cotton of his shirt slightly too wide and too long for your body; but fuck, it looked perfect to him. He bit his lip, making his way to climb onto the mattress beside you.
"What about me?" He asked, delighted by how you opened up your arms, instinctively scooting closer to him.
"Hm, what about you?"
Jungkook pouted, eyebrows furrowing. His arms wrapped around your waist.
"Hey."
You giggled, peppering his face with kisses, and he wished he could live in this moment forever, stop all the clocks, kill time. To hell with what that would do to the universe.
"I missed you, too."
Just like that, he melted. Somehow, it hurt so bad; he had you right there, and yet he didn't. Disappearing and reappearing. Out of reach, like a mirage.
He lifted your hand to his lips again, momentarily distracted by how small it was compared to his.
"So tiny."
Amused at the scoff you let out, he turned it to kiss your palm, then paused abruptly.
A raw shade of red caught his attention.
Narrowing his eyes, he examined the wounds around multiple fingers â or at least tried to, before you caught on and pulled your hand away like you got burned.
His heart dropped.
It's been a while. Why were you doing this to yourself again?
Fuck. He felt like a failure of a man.
He swallowed thickly, then pulled you in closer, as if treading on thin ice. Terrified of making a mistake and feeling it crack under his weight. Once he was under, once it all fell apart, he didn't know if you'd let him in again.
"Baby..." he whispered into your hair.
"I'm so tired, Jungkook," mellow, you answered the question he didn't get to ask. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."
"Talk to me," he pleaded. "I can't help you if you shut me down."
You sniffed quietly. There was a loud crack. Not in the ice, but in his chest.
"You can't help me either way."
Jungkook tried to lift his head to look at you, but you gripped his hoodie, bunching up the fabric in your hand.
"Babyâ"
"Not everyone deserves help," you insisted, a wet sigh following. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I help myself? E-everyone else seems to be doing just fine, a-and I'm just rotting away, filled with these ugly thoughts and feelings, I can't do anything right."
Jungkook hugged you tighter, like he hoped he could mould you together, give you as much of him as you needed to feel whole again. He'd let you rip him to pieces to fill the void.
"Stop saying that," he breathed, his eyes burning, "fuck, stop saying that."
He stroked your back as you cried into his chest, softly, feeling helpless and furious at the same time.
"When you're always in the dark," he whispered, "you learn to make friends with monsters to survive. It's all you know, so it's what feels most comfortable."
He heard you inhale, felt your head lift with hesitation. Eyes swollen, glossy, lower lip still trembling.
Jungkook cupped your face, wiping at the wet streaks.
"When you're always in the dark, sometimes... it feels like it's all you deserve. But it's not your fault. You're not a bad person," he said softly, his thumb rubbing your lower lip. "Sometimes, it's just the monsters you know talking."
You blinked, small and vulnerable, like a child who just woke up from a nightmare.
"I... I don't know..."
Jungkook squeezed your waist, so close his nose almost touched yours.
"But I know," he promised. "I know."
He stared into your eyes, watched them well up with more tears. He wished he could kiss them all away.
"Let me be there for youâ"
You kissed him, and once again, it hurt. Because he wanted you, he wanted you so bad, but not like this â why didn't you want him, too?
Outside of the bedroom, when you weren't tangled in sheets, it seemed like you had no interest in letting your walls down. He's spent so much time trying to climb them, only to end up with broken bones, back down on the ground again.
He couldn't do this anymore.
He pulled away from your lips, denying you the oblivion you craved. He wanted to let you use him, he'd do it every day if it meant he could see you again. But he was afraid that if he didn't speak up now, he'd never find the courage to do it.
"I want to be with you," he breathed out. "Why won't you let me love you?"
There was an instant change in your expression that made his stomach lurch.
"Iâ I..."
A pause, filled with uncertainty.
Jungkook searched your eyes. The windows to the soul, they said. Broken, and the interior was dark. Nothing good lurked in there.
"I love you," he repeated.
His heart pounded in his chest. He stared right into this endless darkness, crawling with insecurities and fear. As though he was hoping the warm whisper would chase away the frigid, haunted air breaking through, make all the other voices come to a halt.
He was no longer a boy, but a man, and he feared no monsters. He wanted to flood the space with light.
"Move in with me," his palm settled on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "I'll help with your classes and therapy. I'll take care of you. You can lean on me until you're strong enough to stand on your own. And even then, when you do â I still wanna be there. I wanna make you happy... Every day."
There it was. His heart, right in the palm of your hand, like an offering. Bleeding through your fingers. Willing to be crushed, if it meant at least he tried.
But you cradled it instead.
Fresh tears, sticking to your eyelashes, and then a rush of warmth in the dark. Your lips pressed into his, tender, and he shut his eyes, tasting a mixture of salt and your sweetness â
"I love you," a shaky exhale, right into his mouth.
It sank into him like sunlight, pulsing, nourishing and bright. And he swallowed it up with a kiss, his teeth clashing with yours.
He shifted to hover above you, finding rest in between your legs, goosebumps erupting when he felt your hand slip under his hoodie, inching it up.
A giggle slipped past his lips, and he disconnected himself from you only to take it off, throwing it aside carelessly before he was kissing you again.
He felt you smile. You went straight to his head like wine. Your taste, your scent â your touch, exploring the muscles of his back, his shoulders.
He was already hard, aching to get lost in you; dizzy on want and love.
Hands groping over clothes, wherever they could reach, hot lips trailing down your neck. He wanted to do so many things to you; kiss every inch of your skin, make you come on his tongue.
But you had the whole night â a whole eternity, really. And the way you squirmed beneath him, arching your back, legs parting, hips raising to feel him, urgent and breathy, wiped his mind clean off anything but the need to be inside you.
Jungkook groaned, his cock twitching, leaking precum into the cotton of his boxers. He remained still, however, letting your hand wander in between your bodies.
His eyes were glued to the way it traveled down his tensing abdomen, pausing to lower his sweats; then dipping inside.
He tried to stay quiet, though his chest was heaving, the sight and the feeling of your hand wrapping around his girth making it twitch again.
He watched you pull your panties aside, wet and ruined, revealing your pretty, glistening folds and the small entrance below.
So fucking small.
It looked almost obscene compared to his cock, long and thick and pulsating in your hand. But you fit him perfectly, like you were made just for him.
The moment you guided him forward, and the wet tip touched the heat of your cunt, he lifted his eyes to yours.
He felt so fucked out, but he was gentle as he pushed inside. The tight, wet muscle welcomed him eagerly, inch by inch, until his hips touched yours and he couldn't breathe.
For a moment, time stood still.
His head fell into the crook of your neck, inked hand squeezing your thigh.
"I missed you so much."
He sounded broken, but he's never felt so whole before.
"I missed you too..."
You clenched around him, prompting his hips to move off their own accord, coaxing the most beautiful sounds out of your body. The wetness, the smack of his skin against yours; the soft whines that fueled the heat boiling deep in his gut.
"Mmm," he moaned, raspy, "doing so well, baby."
He tried to stretch you out slowly, preoccupy himself with biting and sucking at your neck; anything not to focus on how you clenched around him.
But he was doomed, and he understood that the second you moved your hips, fucking him back.
"Oh shit," he gasped, "baby..."
He stifled another moan into your cheek, picking up his pace, so deep inside you he wondered if you could feel him in your tummy. The thought alone made his cock throb, every vein and ridge.
Long, ringed fingers wrapped around your throat, the pressure soft, but definitely there. In return, you grasped his shoulders, nails digging in, and Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.
"Good?" He breathed, slamming into you a little faster, stuck on your shining eyes and eager nods. "Yeah?"
The mattress began to protest under the force of his thrusts, but the sound was drowned out by everything else. Jungkook felt your cunt tightening, so warm and so fucking sloppy, his own little personal heaven.
"Almost there? Hm? Gonna make a mess for me?"
Clench.
He groaned, his tummy twisting, the moans spilling past your lips making his head spin.
You merely nodded again, as though you couldn't speak. It made the corner of his lips quirk upwards.
"Yeah?" He tightened his hold on your neck, staking his claim with a coo. "My girl's gonna make a mess on my cock? Pretty angel's gonna cream all over it?"
Your breath hitched, thighs beginning to quiver around him.
"Y-yeah," you uttered, breathless, "yoursâ"
Jungkook's tongue slid into your mouth, his rutting becoming desperate. He wanted to mark you and brand you and oh god â he was about to see stars.
"Yeah, fuckâ mine, my good girl," he stuttered out, "oh, baby, mhmm, I'm gonna comeâ"
His hips bucked as your pussy spasmed around him, sucking his cock in deeper, restricting his movements. Still, he fucked you through your orgasm, letting himself go with a loud groan. A burst of stars, the tension snapping; and he spilled inside you, white ropes of hot cum that filled you up to the brim.
He slumped against you after a drawn out moment, his body thrumming with bliss. Careful not to crush you, however, he rolled over to the side, his arms automatically enveloping your frame.
With his nose in your neck, he waited for his breathing to even out, lazily rubbing your hands.
"So good," he mumbled, "fuck... Are you okay, baby?"
You hummed, snuggling into him.
"More than okay."
Jungkook smiled, opening his eyes and pressing a kiss into your cheek.
"I'll wash you up in a sec."
"In a bit... Stay with me."
"I'm staying with you forever. Good luck getting rid of me now."
Your laughter sent a pang through his chest. He wanted to keep hearing it.
He brought your hand up to his lips, gently kissed each wounded finger, muttering his I love yous and praises until you both drifted off. Sated and warm under the sheets, tangled up in each other; with a single promise echoing through his head.
Never again would he let you hurt like this.
And whatever was happening outside of these four walls hardly mattered.
This was all that mattered.
This was home.
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ăđThis CAP contains content not suitable for all audiences, discretion is recommended.
Here it is! yet another cap of RAN and I'm going to say one of my favoritesâĄ
This time it took me a while to think about these sketches, I didn't have a clear idea in my head but I managed to get these pieces after a while of thinking.
âĄWhat to say about this chapter? well, little by little things between these two are progressing in their own way, Aurora is getting used to have Ryomen around and to deal with his witticisms (although she enjoys them too).
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NOTE: It's a real challenge to be able to draw Sukuna sometimes haha, her body is the one that takes me the most time to do because I take care of every proportion, my head has to think her anatomy a bit distorted but I'm getting there! đ
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NEED THAT DICKOLOGY!
â fucking your mentor?
geto suguru x fem! virgin reader , v random + pure filthy smut , oral (f) , protected sex ! , overstimulation , folding position , bar restroom scene > car scene , face riding , fingering , hair pulling , choking + spitting n mouth , not proofread so lmk what i missed ! đȘ
âžâž psychology.. the study of the mind. a beautiful study youâve always found yourself interested in, along with the long hour videos of interrogations of criminals. so having a mentor for the job youâre aiming for as a criminal psychologist, is very helpful.
like when he takes you out to dinners with large politicians to study their behaviors. not everyoneâs a good person, he reminds you.
not everyoneâs a good person, when suguruâs looks fucking edible with his dress shirts and slacks, always leaving out a button undone and his beautiful hair draping around him like a water fall. when he looks like a trap youâd love to walk into.
youâd do anything to imprint the image of his stupidly handsome casual+formal look in your mind, the one you love to imagine him wearing when youâre thinking about him taking you on his office desk, so why not take him out for once?
who knew youâd get so lucky..
âweâre still in public,â suguru huffs with a smile, clearly teasing you with that glimmer in his eyes. ignorant, you continue to kiss against his lips, eager and hungry to the male pressed against your body in the shammy bar restroom. âplease.â you beg, nearly whining and mewling for suguru with your drawled voice.
you lick at the lingering liquor transmitted from his lips. his hands gripping your waist. his cologne filling your nostrils. his stupid smile. why did your stupid mentor have thisâ even more stupid, affect on you?
âplease what?â âi donât know suguru,â you impatiently bite back, frowning at his deep seductive chuckle. the kind that pulls victims like you into his aura. into a man whoâll put you into a trance. which it does, âi just need you, please, touch me suguru..â
suguru lets out a deep sigh at your words, eyes speaking louder than his unspoken words. but you can feel his growing erection against your thigh, and youâd gladly point it out if he wasnât looking at you like he needs you just as much as you need him.
poor girl, he thinks. one of his hands on your waist trail up. his right one, going up to your throat and giving it a comfortable squeeze. he holds you like youâre nothing, and it makes you want him even more, stomach turning with need as he tilts your head back.
soon heâs attacking your exposed neckâ and youâd think heâs a vampire with a how the noises of his lips on your neck fill up the claustrophobic atmosphere. his kisses form a line directly up the middle of your neck, leaving you sensitive once they drop down to your cleavage. and suguru almost has half the mind to pull off your clothing with his teeth, choosing to suckle at the peeking skin of your breast that the sleeveless didnât hide. âtouch you hm? how much? just something like this or..â suguruâs laugh is hidden in your skin once his fingers slipped between the slit of your dress, feeling the damp spot on your panties.
the yellow blinking lights above you do no better to help your failing and swirling head. a mixture of alcohol and lust overtaking your sensesâ and suguru geto himself. one of his large fingers find your clit way too quick, but itâs as expected of a man who exhibits a sleek ambience of sexiness. he presses the bud through the ruined fabric, âor you want your pussy stuffed full of me. you probably havenât been fucked good for a whileâ no offense there..â suguru rubs the area in tight circles, catching how your breath hitches, hands immediately latching to his button up shirt. he doesnât care for the wrinkles, or how he can feel your nails slowly dig into the shirt, probably forming crescents into the skin underneath.
youâre just too cute.
âiâve always admired how determined you are, such a smart girl huh? so focused on studies you donât even have time to touch yourself. but itâs okay baby, you got me now.â you almost feel undermined, despite his words. the way he ignores your pathetic whines and whimpers with each second of his exploration around your cunt..itâs all too condescending.
âiâll fill that cunt of yours with my fingers first, shitâ you can probably only take one.â suguruâs observation is made when the pad of a finger doesnât slip into your hole easily. your panties were forced to the side already and your cunt wet against his palm. the man kneels, sacrificing his expensive slacks to meet your darling pussy face to face. the psychologist pushes your dress up, to which you get the memo, holding the blue dress and bunching it up to your waist.
suguru holds your panties to the side again, squishing it with a single hand and his thumb kneading the skin of one of your thighs. âsâ fucking beautiful down here..â he whispers, speaking to the mess in front of him.
if only you knew how his mouth watered, drool almost coming up and his muscles fighting with each fiber of his body. he just wants to attach his mouth onto your pussy, let all of your juices and wetness fall into his mouth rather then let it uncomfortably mesh together between your thighs.
let him relieve it.
but, ever the man, suguru stays true to his words, licking his lips unconsciously and bringing a hand up to your folds. yet, unlike his usual patience and prudence, heâs quickly forcing one of his fingers into your cunt. your body jerks, âo-oh. wait! please! oh fuck..â you blabber off into a tandem, curses leaving you while his finger works its way into your virgin cunt. an abnormal feeling.
âalready falling apart baby. not even moving it, câmon, just a bit longer. we donât want you to get dumbed out at some bar, right baby? not being in the right state of mind is dangerous..â caution is nonexistent in his tone, more-so mocking as he moves closer and lifts your left leg onto his shoulder. you know what heâs implying, his words are promises to how heâs going to break you and leave your mind a mess.
is it really sickening how you clench around his finger just from the thought? you already have him here between your legs and yet, he still keeps you on your toes with each damning word that leaves his mouth.
âletâs loosen you up a bit, or maybe you want some extra work with my tongue?â suguru tsks, unapologetically moving his finger inside you, thrusting it slowly before pulling it out completely to add another, âmaybe let me spit on your sloppy pussy and treat it like a whore?â you mewl as he gives your clit a pitiful hit of his palm, then massaging it between his fingers, rolling the bud before slipping two fingers in with ease.
itâs all too much.
âi.. i donât care, jusâ wanna cumâ as long as itâs from you sugu..â you whined, looking down at him with tears filling your eyes, giving little sniffles from how his fingers nudge where you need him most, you just want to grab at him, pull at his hair as he fucks your pussy with his fingers.
suguru hisses, leaving your pussy with a kiss on your clit, âweâre getting the fuck outta here baby, not gonna fuck you here.â and as annoyed as you want to be for having to wait, you follow his words reluctantly, quickly making yourself as presentable as you possible could before heâs dragging you away.
you found yourself in multiple positions in the more comfortable sleek pink BMWâ regardless of the limited space in the black interior. you continue your heated session in the stuffy backseat, ridding yourself of that bunchy dress and trying your best to get rid of his clothes before you were put in the position youâre in now.
âride me baby, keep this pussy on my face, and donât you dare fuckinâ hover.â suguruâs demand makes you bite your lip, crawling over on top of him and briefly resting on his now bare chest to admire him. his usual put together look was ruined by you. the best you could. perhaps the ideals he had promised to you, reflected onto him. his upper body is covered in stains of your gloss, mixed with your brown lip liner. and the cresentâs of your nails and purple hickies are only more decorative additions that stained his skin in the hours of the night.
suguruâs long hair is sprawled underneath him, undone once you had mentioned wanting to use it as leverage. and who is he to complain about your wishes?
âdo you really wanna do this? you donât have to..â your energy now is a stark contrast from before, unsettling hesitation within you as his arms wrap around your thighs, tugging you forward. a slick of your essence drags along his chest, a guttural sound escaping suguru from the warmth of it on him. âdo i need to restate your words my love? iâd be happy to brag all about how you claimed to need me. especially when i can tell right now..â suguru scoffs, and youâre quickly lifted onto his face without warning, his mouth widened and is forcefully attached to your cunt.
the way he eat dines on your pussy is like a man starved. from the tight grip of his hands to the way his cock strains so uncomfortably in his pants. his tongue moves like a snake, flexing and gathering every single drop of you on it, then flicking into his mouth with a groan. suguru savored your taste each and every time, slowly rocking you onto his mouth until you were completely riding him with little cries and moans of your own, tugging his long soft strands.
your hands would fly to the handle of the back seat door, holding the black leather as you came or squirted. after so long, you never knew which it wasâ but you knew the man underneath you would eat it all up in mere seconds, his thirst for you never ending.
after so long, suguru had layed you back, his hands ghosting over the skin of your stomach with your legs sprawled around him. it wasnât his ideal choice of scenery for the taking of your virginity, knowing itâs something so cherished. and of course, heâd want your first time, and your first time with him, to be more special than fucking you into the rough fabric of your back seats.
his girl is just so fucking needy.
âhah! haâ sug! um.. fuck you feel soo good!!â you nearly scream, voice breaking and your eyes rolled back.
suguruâs cock is stuffed inside your pussy, the only thing keeping him from your gummy walls was a condom around his dick. yet he hits all the right spots without hindrance, the thick member filling and molding you with each of his pounding thrusts. âyeahhh bet i doâ clenchinâ around me baby, shit..â the long haired male groans, his arms are around your thighsâ his favorite place obviously, not sure to keep you spread or to push your thighs up and fold you dumb.
rather, enjoy the creamy sight of your pussy around him, or fuck you how he wants to?
he chooses the latter, folding you easily and greeting you with a sloppy kiss that swallows down your moans. his thrusts are more methodical, but they have so much force, nudging your sweetest spot and leading you to cloud nine. his balls, slap against you ass loudly with each one thrust, stringed wet with your previous cum. suguru loves to feel it, the absolute mess between you.
âcum. go ahead princess, give it to me, donât want you to hold backâ not at all.â suguru encourages, pausing your wet and spit inducing make out session with a more firmer kiss on your lips. you whine, holding onto the broad escape of his shoulders, adding more scratches down to his back and clawing with each second youâre brought closer to your orgasm. âo-okay sugu.. gânna cum..â you can barely speak, voice raspy and only getting worse with a thick hand wrapped around your neck. he really wants you gone, to let your consciousness float away and fuck you till youâre incoherent of even breathing.
at least thatâs what it feels like once your eyes are rolling back, body stuttering as he fucks you through the impending feeling while a nasty glob of spit is forced down your throat which cause you to release around him suddenly. itâs too good, unable to feel anything, but feeling everything, at the same time.
youre awaken with his hot load shot out onto your stomach, tossing the soiled condom somewhere and jerking himself off to the sight of your cock-drunk state. through your blurry eyes, you see how his muscles contract and react, his head tilting back and his cock eventually giving all thatâs left in little spurts. suguruâs mumbling to himself, probably things heâd say to you if he had came in your ex-virgin pussy.
âbaby.. fuck.. you with me or dumbed out? seems i kept my promise, hm?â not trusting your voice, you nod obediently, closing your eyes in content as he sighs. âshit, lets get you cleaned up, then iâll drive.â suguru grimaces, pulling you up to sit back, smiling from your whine of dissatisfaction. âmâtired suguâ
âme too sweetheart, me too,â suguru hushes, leaning into a soft kiss that only makes you want to fall asleep, sighing against his lips, â you did so good princess, let me take care of you..â
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·.â đđđđđđđđ. thinking about true form!sukuna having a huge size kink (+ corruption kink).
word count. 2.6k
note. super self-indulgent. cant rlly blame me for creating this. also do you see those big ass hands in the header i used? yeah.. says enough (this sucks ass)
tags. dom heian era!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut. porn with plot. size kink / size difference (reader gets referred to as âshortâ & âsmallâ). p in v -> unprotected. degradation. corruption kink (reader gets referred to as ânaiveâ, 'shy' & innocentâ-looking). tummy bulging. loss of virginity mention. hymen breaking mention. cervix fucking, ouch. lots of teasing. tiny bit of choking. tiny mention of blood tasting ? idk. hint at anal / double penetration. dirty talk. sukuna has two of everything btw mehehe. reader get called âwoman, brat, slut, little'.
sukuna is intrigued by you. heâs always been, since the moment heâs laid his eyes upon you. your loyalty and devotion to him are two aspects that the king of curses likes most about you. .
. . after your innocence.
it nearly irked him. every time he saw you hanging around the estate without a single care in the world. sukuna would attempt to intimidate you with serious threats. heâd loom over your short stature and look down at you with a malicious glint in his eyes. though, none of it seemed to work.
you'd only bow your head at him and apologise if youâve caused him any possible inconveniences. it annoyed the sorcerer. you werenât trembling in fear like all the others would â it was like there was nothing going on in that head of yours. especially when you smile at him. which no one actually dares to do.
sukuna could crush you. with no effort. one big hand would be enough to pick your entire body up, lift you in the air and throw you around like a ragdoll. you donât seem to fear the possibility of that happening, even when being faced with a pissed off sukuna.
itâs truly intriguing and amusing. thatâs why sukuna kept you around every day â as a form of entertainment, he called it. one thing led to the other and you eventually ended up as one of his concubines. the king of curses himself decided to grant you that promotion.
why? because not only does your fragile body, reserved and polite personality and innocence secretly fascinate him â it also makes him crave you. crave to shatter that naivety of yours. to take that small body of yours and make it feel what it means to be overpowered by a man twice your size.
sukuna does not regret his decision to make you his concubine. the first night you spent together was one of the best nights he had ever had. in all his many years of living. not a single woman had ever succeeded in blowing his mind when it came to sex.
it was usually boring and repetitive for the sorcerer. he felt nothing for those women heâs had in bed before â it was solely for the fact of satisfying himself. though, that changed on the day you had given him your virginity.
he remembers every detail; from your little noises of both pain and pleasure, your tight and untouched pussy that bled faintly when the fat tip of his lower cock pushed through, your nails that dug into his arms and back, your thighs that he held to your chest, his large hands that could easily wrap around the fat of them, your aching cunt that was left spasming around air as it tried to keep his sticky cum stored in place.
sukuna didnât think your tears would affect him as much. when he took your virginity and you whimpered in pain â he did feel a twinge of guilt. it was strange; he hadnât felt that emotion before. he had stopped and wiped your tears away. roughly whispered some words of encouragement too.
he had never done so before. never. he had never told anyone how âgoodâ they were for him. how heâd be âcarefulâ to not make it hurt any more. the king of curses recalls vividly how slow he started with you. slow sex. instead of rough like heâs used to.
sukuna wasnât chasing after his own pleasure in that moment like heâd usually have. his main priority was to make sure the girl below him was comfortable enough to continue. youâre strange. the things you make him do, say and feel are strange. and yet. . .
it was an amazing night. the best. however sukuna was left behind with an insatiable hunger for you. more, more, more. he canât grasp it yet; why he longs for you. for those feelings heâs suddenly capable of experiencing during intimate moments.
itâs why he calls for you every night. no other concubine was needed after you were made one. the king of curses couldnât care less about those other women. they are boring to him.
unlike you. the one heâs sure that he wonât ever get bored of.
âyou can take me so well now,â sukuna breathes out. one of his cocks was inches deep inside you, bulbous tip painfully hitting your cervix. over the past few weeks, your body had learnt to adjust to him, your pussy molded to fit the shape of his dick.
sukuna looks down at you and his cocks twitch with the urge to release already. his heavy balls clenching. your fucked out state is adorable. you seemed so.. vulnerable underneath the big man, âwhat a fragile little thing.â
it almost sounded condescending. degrading. especially with sukunaâs lips being curled up into a mean grin, his sharp canines showing. there was a puddle of your cum forming underneath your hips â staining the sheets that the poor servants have to clean by tomorrow morning.
âp-please, fngh, âs too big,â you sputter out. no matter how many times you took sukuna in, your smaller body couldnât quite fully accommodate to the girth of him. every time he hits your deepest parts, you let out a painful whimper.
sukuna kisses his teeth, though slows his thrusts a bit. the wet sounds of his cum and yours getting pushed in and out of your cunt with each move was too addicting. what sukuna loves most is the view of the skin of your lower abdomen swelling and stretching each time he pushes forward.
âi thought you said youâd take both of my cocks today, yet it seems like you canât even handle one,â the king of curses sighs whilst belittling you. one set of hands is holding you down by your hips, the other set is fondling your stiff nipples and circling your sensitive clit, âwhat a pity. a real pity.â
you almost choke on your spit as all your sensitive spots were being fondled. sukunaâs thick fingers leave no place untouched as he increases the tempo againâhis cock plunging in and out of your stretched hole. the upper one was twitching, rubbing against your clit and lower abdomen.
sukuna harshly grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him after he hears you apologise for making empty promises. he seems satisfied with you staying so polite. even when heâs practically rearranging your guts. the way you talk through your soft sobs and cries is endearing. makes him grin wickedly.
âi donât want to break my favourite little concubine yet, you see,â sukuna continues. he lets out a grunt of pleasure when your pussy clenches around his thick cock. no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, you still remain as tight as the first time.
he takes in a deep breath. heâs trying his best not to pound you into the mattress. heâd fold you in half and probably break you like the fragile thing you are. he could snap you like a twig if he wasnât careful, â. . .but youâre making it very difficult for me.â
you respond by apologising again. oh, how cute it was to see you babble and make up excuses. sukuna grits his teeth, jaw clenching as he resists the urge to go harder on you. youâre already squirming and moaning loudly just because heâs fucking you hard and deepâbruising your cervix and forcing your walls to open up to him.
ââm sorry, wanna take both.â you hiccup and sniffle. tears ran down your cheeks from overstimulation. it felt so good yet so painful to be taken by the person you admire most. you didnât want to displease him, so you uttered those hopeless yet needy sentences again.
sukuna stops his movements when you weakly ask him to use both of his cocks on you. he scoffs, not knowing where you gained the confidence from. he pulls out of your dripping cunt, leaving a trail of cum connecting both your genitalia.
ââwanna take both,â she says,â sukuna mocks you under his breath. itâs getting worse; heâs nearing the point of no return. especially with your desperate whines that were like music to his ears, âyouâll break, woman.â
two of his hands move to stroke along his lengths, smearing the mixture of body fluids all over them. his eyes glare down at your small formâalready fucked out, yet aching to continue. needing the full experience for once.
you always turn from a shy girl to a complete slut whenever he has you in bed. sukuna loves it.
âi want to try at the very least,â you mutter. itâs true that youâre exhausted. youâre catching your breath now that you got the chance, tired eyes glancing up at sukunaâs enormous stature between your legs, his defined muscles and the tattoos on them glistening under the faint light of the oil lamp.
it got your pussy throbbing and clamping down around air. you felt a bit light headed and your head lolls back against the pillow, eyes glazed over as you try to seem determined. but your body was tired.
âyeah? how. . . cute,â sukuna grins. he knows you canât. not today at least. he doesnât mind if you arenât capable of taking him fully since youâve already pleased him well enough for now. though, he still canât help but tease youâmake it seem like heâs going to give you what you want, âall right. donât say i didnât warn you.â
your eyes widen and your fingers curl around the silky bedsheets beneath you in anticipation. your heart is pounding in your chest as you watch sukuna pump his two cocks a bit faster, squeezing the base a bit, leaking some pre.
itâs all just for show.
âiâm not stopping. even if you scream.â the king of curses warns you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. you gulp at the terrifying aura sukuna was emitting. one of his tips teases your entrance whilst the other probes and circles around your anus.
he threatens you again, testing if youâll back down, âlast chance. iâm not pulling out once iâm in, do yâhear me?â
you keep being stubborn until the very last second. sukunaâs deep voice that shook you to your core was not enough to make you change your mind. you were so desperate to fulfill his every need and make sure that he was satisfied. it made you the perfect woman in his eyes.
the king of curses is completely amused. he decides to take it up a notch. he pushes his lower cock against the tight ring of muscles, pressing and nearly allowing the tip to move in. the sudden increase in pressure is torturous. you surely wouldnât be able to withstand the entire thing.
âw-wait!â you squeal in surprise and pain. the sting you felt made you snap back into reality. itâs when you realised that maybe you needed more time and experience to take both of sukunaâs dicks. you squirm your hips away, âcanât. i canât.. hurts too much.â
sukuna nearly rolls his eyes once you finally give in. he shakes his head with a sigh, feigning disapproval and annoyance. he pulls his entire body away from yoursâa ominous shadow casted over his eyes. it makes you think that heâs pissed off at you; for being unable to please him.
you panic a little. even if you are sure sukuna wouldnât ever hurt you. you know he favours you over the other concubines. you donât want to lose that position.
âiâm sorry.â you apologise before the sorcerer could say anything. he lets out a sharp breath, rough hands back on your body, kneading your flesh gently yet firmly. his eyes take in the view of you trembling.
itâs unreal. you are half his sizeâcompletely vulnerable underneath him. heâd normally call people like you weak and useless. wouldnât feel a thing for them. but your naked body below his is a sight he wishes to see every night.
it turns sukuna on so much. the fact that you are helpless and donât complain when youâre struggling to take one of his cocks gets him going each time.
âtsk. whatâd i tell you?â sukuna grumbles. he slaps his lower cock firmly against your clit. your body responds by closing your thighs together, though the king of curses pries them apart again, âstop overestimating yourself, brat.â
he isnât actually mad. it was expectedâof course you couldnât take both at once. he didnât even prep your other hole enough. plus you are clearly still exhausted from the previous rounds. sukuna just likes to. . . test and take advantage of your devotion to him. your obedience and desires to please him.
itâs fascinating to see you squirm and apologise in that whiny voice of yours. it makes him grin from ear to ear. and it keeps things fun.
before you could mutter excuses again, sukuna stops you by leaning in. just when you thought youâd finally get to kiss him, he goes to bite down on your bottom lip. a moan slips out of your mouth which only spurs him on to bite down harder.
you could feel the devilish smirk on sukuna against your lip. his wet tongue cleans up the tiny drop of blood that escaped the wound. he lets out a low hum in approval at the taste. delicious as always.
ânow, how should i punish my little concubine for being unable to keep her word?â sukuna whispers in a serious tone. it sends shivers down your spine, his hot breath traveling from your jaw to your right ear. he slowly licks your earlobe, âwhat do you say? any ideas?â
the tension in the room was palpable. your heart was stammering in your throat from the proximity between the two of you. you gather the courage to answer as sukunaâs fingers curl around your neck, squeezing your throat as if forcing the answer out of you.
âi-iâll do anything, sir.â you reply through a shaky breath. the king of curses pulls back after heâs got a response from you. your eyes meet his and thatâs when you know that youâve either greatly pleased him or have given him the chance to go all out on you.
itâs probably both.
âanything, you say?â sukuna repeats slowly. without a warning, he effortlessly flips you over on your stomach, a set of hands pulling your ass up by your hips whilst the other set holds your upper body down on the mattress.
a harsh grip on the back of your head results into you whimpering. your face was mushed into a pillow, almost leaving no place to breathe. your back is placed in the perfect arch with your plump ass facing up. itâs one of sukunaâs favourite positions to do with you â especially because it makes you seem smaller than you already are.
âheh. iâll make you regret saying that.â sukuna chuckles. a low, evil and wicked chuckle. thatâs enough to make you realise that he was not going easy on you. your submission had greatly impressed the king of curses and he's taking advantage of it. again.
what would come next could be a reward for that said submission. heâs going to fuck your brains out and make you forget about everything else except for his dick. a night you wonât ever forget as long as you liveâthatâs a possibility.
or perhaps youâre going to be crying and begging him to go easy on you. a punishment for not being able to keep your promise. that could also happen.
anyway, youâre about to find out which one it is.
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Will It Fit?
Roommate!AU | Roommate!Jungkook x Reader
genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers
rating: explicit
description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he canât exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroomâŠ
word count: 6.7k
warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OCâs panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, JK is overly concerned with how big your dildo is, embarrassing moments from both parties, spanking, prone bone, creampie, confession scenes,Â
a/n: As soon as I saw JKâs OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. Iâve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope youâre all excited for it! Asks and reblogs are much appreciated (I read them all!). Also, much love to @jkeuphoriadreamland for bouncing ideas around with me.Â
â[Y/N], I can hear you in there.âÂ
The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didnât move a muscle, heâd go away.Â
âI know youâre up,â he added. You rose up from your bed.
âUm⊠exactly what did you hear?â you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.
âUnlock this door.â
You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his.Â
âHey⊠youâŠâ you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.
âItâs 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.â
Your eyes widened at his curt response. Youâve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response.Â
âSorryâŠâÂ
God, you sounded absolutely pathetic .Â
âIs that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?â Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you.Â
Fuck, was he always this hot when mad?Â
You went back to your room after closing the door. Climbing into bed, you got under the covers and laid flat on your back deep in thought. The only reason you were masturbating in the first place was because your room was freezing cold. You thought the heater was fixed, but your room was somehow still the coldest one in the apartment. You knew youâd never be able to go to sleep at this rate, so you decided to do something that would tire you out and hopefully lull you into the rest you craved.
It was supposed to be simple. You, your hand, your phone, and sweet, sweet release. Damn Jungkook for interrupting you. Itâs bad enough his room was nice and toasty while you were suffering. Yeah, you heard his loudass snores. You assumed he was deep in the REM cycle so how the hell did he catch your moans? Ugh.
If he was so annoyed with you, then he should have warmed you up instead!
You shook your head and got under the covers, groaning at your lewd thoughts.Â
Heâs my roommate. And heâs too good of a roommate for me to fuck things up.Â
âIs that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?â
Those words echoed in your mind. The way he changed his tone to a lower register with his Busan dialect slipping through was incredibly sexy. It was the perfect mix of frustration and anger and made your thighs rub together in want. Leaning over your nightstand, you opened the drawer and grabbed a velvet drawstring bag. Slipping off your pajama shorts, you pulled out your trusty dildo. Impatient, you closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook taking you right then and there. However, the moment you allowed the tip of the dildo to touch your entrance, all pleasure was lost. It was cold!
âDamn itâŠâ you muttered. âI gotta warm it up. Ugh!â
You left your room in frustration and entered the bathroom, turning the sink on to the hottest setting and running it over your toy.Â
This mightâve been the most desperate masturbation session youâve ever had, but you didnât care. This was all Jungkookâs fault!
The next morning was Saturday. You were eating your breakfast on the kitchen island while mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook came out of his room. As soon as you two locked eyes, you almost choked on your food and had to chug some water to calm down. The man, confused, ruffled his hair and watched you through drowsy eyes.
âAre you okay?â he said, followed by a yawn.Â
You nodded as you beat your chest with your fist to get everything down. âYeah⊠I just⊠didnât expect you to be home. I thought you had work.â
âOh,â He sounded more awake now. âI read my schedule wrong. Turns out Iâm off every other Saturday now.â
â... Oh. Cool.â
He circled around the kitchen island to get to the fridge and you recalled last nightâs events, mortified he had heard you. Should you apologize again? After all, youâre both two grown adults; thereâs nothing to be ashamed about. If you didnât say something now, that icky feeling would only fester inside you.Â
âHey Jungkook.â
âYeah?â he said from behind the fridge door.
âAbout yesterday⊠I hope you can forget all about it.â
As the refrigerator door shut, you were greeted by the sight of the most adorable man sipping a carton of banana milk. His eyes were wide and brimming with curiosity from your words.Â
âDid something happen yesterday? I was knocked out.â
You blinked at him twice. âDo you⊠not remember talking to me last night?â
âHmm? I did? I was fast asleep, donât remember a thing.â He took the seat next to you. âWhy? What did we talk about?â
Pure relief washed over you like a tidal wave as you shook your head. âOh, nothing much. My roomâs a bit too cold. It was hard for me to sleep.â
âIâm sorry. Iâll talk to the landlord. Do you want to sleep with me?â You shot him an incredulous look and he began to stutter. âI-I mean! Sleep in my bed! Not with me in it. Unless you wanted toâahâfuck me!
There. Thatâs the Jungkook you knew. Heâs never crossed the line and flirted with you, so you didnât either out of respect. But⊠It was too hard to resist teasing him. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
âUnless I wanted to⊠fuck you?â you repeated innocently. This was new territory for youâteasing him. His flustered reactions were so damn adorable though. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes darted around everywhere except for your face. If anyone was watching you, theyâd swore you had hearts in your eyes.Â
He set his drink down and proceeded to cover his face with both hands, panicking at his poor choice of words. âThat didnât come out right. Oh god⊠this is embarrassing.â
You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. âItâs okay. I donât want to peg youâI mean, take your bed.â
Jungkook dropped his hands, speaking the next sentence in pouts. âHey, I donât want to be pegânot the point. No, seriously. My roomâs really warm.â
âI mean⊠if you really want me in your room, all you have to do is ask, you know,â you remarked. Jungkookâs cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink, adding an extra charming element to his already cute self. Were you being too bold?Â
It didnât matter because seeing how his lips trembled and how he could barely hold himself together was fun to watch.
âI didnât realize it was that easyâŠâ he mumbled, more to himself than you. You tilted your head at him and he noticed how you crossed one arm over another âNot that Iâm calling you easy!â
âUh huh. Iâm watching you, Jeon Jungkook. Hmph.â
âNo, wait. Iâm sorry.â
You placed your index finger on his lips to shush him, even going so far as to tap his lip piercing teasingly. âIs that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?âÂ
You watched as his eyes widened once more and that caused you to realize what you were doing. My god. Using his own words against him was satisfying, but all this newfound confidence was going to get you in trouble. You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, grabbing your breakfast plate and heading over to the sink before things could escalate.
âUh⊠Iâm gonna go to the gym. Run some errands or something,â Jungkook stammered as he got up, nearly toppling out of his stool. You bit your lip to hold in your laughter as he recomposed himself. Walking in the same direction, he flinched when you got near his proximity. âW-What are you doing?â
Heâs so cute when nervous.
âNothing. Grabbing my keys. Iâm heading out too.â
âO-Okay.â
Your smile made his heart rate escalate. âOkay. Iâll see you later.â
You spent the day with your closest friends on a brunch date, followed by a trip to the mall, and then hot cocoa in the evening. It was much needed after the week you had and after bidding them farewell, you went back to your apartment. Upon entering, you took off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack.
âJungkook? Are you home?â you called out.Â
âYeah! I just finished showering!â he called back in the distance. You went further into the apartment and plopped down on the couch.Â
âDamn,â you muttered, rubbing your arms. âWish I could have showered with him. Itâs so cold outsideâŠâ
As if on cue, Jungkook called for you again. â[Y/N]? Could you come here?â
You took off your purse and slowly rose up from the couch, hesitant. This had to be a dream. Why would he need you to come to the bathroom? He mustâve forgotten a towel. Or a t-shirt. Or pants. The specifics didnât really matter because your hormones were going berserk at the possibilities.Â
You walked through the narrow hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, excited at the thought of teasing him again. âIâm here. Whatâs up? Did you forget your towel or something? Silly boy.â
The door swung open and the shit-eating grin you had on your face dropped to the floor in an instant.Â
âWhy is there a dildo in the bathroom, silly girl?â
Shit. Quick, say something. Anything. Donât just stand there like a gaping fish! Oh dear, how many seconds have passed? You must look like a total idiot.
Fuck! I forgot I left it here!!!
âWellâŠâ you started to say, âIâm assuming itâs yours.â
Out of all the things your roommate could be calling you for, this was not on your radar. The awkwardness was more suffocating than the steam from his blazing hot shower minutes ago and you wished it lingered around long enough to make you disappear.Â
Jungkook made a puckered face at your accusation, picked up the object, and shook it side to side, the bendy silicone material flopping everywhere. His big doe eyes were the highlight of his classic OJO face, the blatant confusion so adorable if you werenât absolutely mortified. For the second time this week.Â
God, and how could you even focus when he was dressed in nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp. The bulging muscles of his biceps were a feast for the eyes as well as his tattooed sleeve. You yearned for the day heâd use his arm as your necklace, but of course that shouldnât be a priority at the moment. If anything, it was his fault you had to use a dildo anyway.
â[Y/N], you know damn well this isnât mine.â He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile, biting his lower lip. âI like mine bigger.â
You covered your face in shame, wishing the floor could open up and swallow you whole. âGood god, Jeon.â
âYou still didnât answer my question. Why is it in the bathroom?â
You gulped, finding enough strength to not die of embarrassment. âItâs getting colder outside and the heater doesnât reach my room as well as it reaches yours. SoâŠâ
âYeahâŠ? But Iâm not following.â
âThe⊠thing in your handââ
âDildo?â
You visibly cringed. âYes, okay, THAT. It got cold and I donât like cold objects... Inside me. So I took it to the bathroom to run hot water on it to warm it up.â
âBefore you use it?â
âNo, to melt it. Yes, to use it!â you snapped, feeling the humiliation burning through your body. âI wasnât aware you werenât working today, remember? I clean it after each use so please just give it back!â
You ran over to yank it out of his hands, but he lifted it up high out of your reach. While cackling. That motherfucker. âHey, maybe I want a turn.â
You had to bite back. âI knew you liked being pegged.â
âI do not!â
âThen give it back!â
âThis thing is huge though. It fits?â
âIâm not having this conversation with you right now.â You jumped up but failed to reach it due to his quick reflexes.Â
âDoesnât it hurt? Because if something this big went up myââ
âJungkook!â
âIâm just saying!â he said with his arms up in the air like you were about to tase him. âI find it hard to believe, thatâs all. Itâs really big. Like damn.â
Without thinking, you ripped his towel off his waist and he gasped, scrambling to shield his privates while you seized the opportunity to get your toy back.
You stormed out of the bathroom and ran to your room, locking the door afterwards. Falling to your knees, the embarrassment caught up to you, causing you to hang your head low in shame. You could hear the soft shuffling sounds of his footsteps approaching your door, followed by a gentle knock.
â[Y/N]? Are you okay?â He pressed his ear against the door to hear small sniffles. âShit. Iâm sorry. I wasnât trying to make you upset. I was teasing, I thought you wanted to tease me back andâI guess I took it too far.â
âGo away, Jeon,â you said, throwing the dildo at the door. Jungkook nearly had a heart attack at the loud thump and jolted back, clutching his chest.Â
âHoly shit, that scared me,â he said, which earned a small chuckle from you despite the tears. âHey⊠come on out. Please. Iâm not judging you.â
âNo. Iâm humiliated. You heard me yesterday and now caught me today. I canât face you ever again. Itâs over!â
He placed a hand on your door, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. âI didnât even know we started, so how could we be over? Youâre cute.â
That made you snap your head up. You quickly wiped away your tears and rose from the floor. âThis isnât fair⊠Iâve been embarrassed twice now.â
âI donât even know what youâre talking about.â
âYou heard me masturbating yesterday!â you exclaimed, frustrated at his obliviousness. âYou woke up and told me I had pretty lips or whatever and suggested we do something about it together!â
âI mean, you do have pretty lips. Yup. That sounds like me, yeah,â he said, nodding to himself. âBut I really donât remember. Come on out. I wanna see you.â
âNo.â
âWould it help if I shared something embarrassing about me?â
You narrowed your eyes at the door, considering his offer. â... Go onâŠâ
He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. âWell⊠you know how Iâve been doing your laundry for you?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ
It was your most hated chore. Putting the clothes into the washer and dryer wasnât your issue, but folding them was so tedious. So you and him made a deal. You were in charge of dishes and he would do the laundry. However, the one thing you refused to let Jungkook wash for you were your bras and panties. Those you handled yourself.
âYou⊠left a pair of panties in my basket once by mistake.â
âI did?â
âYeah. I washed them for you but um⊠before that, I mightâve⊠sortâve⊠jerked off with them.â
Your doorknob jostled for a second as you unlocked it. Jungkook waited as the door swung open and was greeted by a displeased you, hands on your hips and all. Â
âWhat? They were really prettyâŠâ he added. âThey were pink and had laceââ
âYou⊠PERVERT!â you shouted, hitting his chest repeatedly. Of course, you were aware your feeble punches did nothing to his insanely toned pecs. Jungkook stared at you fondly, catching the hint of a smile that threatened to spill from your lips.Â
âOh, Iâm a pervert? Says the girl who has an 8-inch dildo,â he countered, snatching both your wrists.Â
âAt least Iâm able to take 8-inches!â you retorted, laughing at the situation. He joined in your laughter and then said,
âGood! That means youâll be able to handle me!â
Your brain fizzled out at this point as the laughter subsided. â... What?â
Jungkookâs Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. â... You heard me. Go ahead, take off my towel again. See for yourself.â
He guided your hands downward to the soft fabric, which was already on the verge of unraveling itself with his prior movements. You stared at his pelvic lines, excitement bubbling beneath the surface while you tried your best to maintain a calm expression.Â
â... Pervert,â you mumbled. Jungkook chuckled, taking one of your hands and placing it directly on his boner.Â
âMaybe. But only you can make me feel this way.â
You bit your lip, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric and your curiosity peaked. Tucking a finger into the towel, you pulled it down and let it fall to the ground.Â
A loud squeal came from your lips as you covered your mouth. âHoly shit!â
Jungkook covered himself after seeing your reaction with both hands, embarrassment crawling up his spine. âSorry, Iâll put it away.â
âNo, no, no!â you said, putting your hands out in a stop motion. âSorry, I just⊠you⊠you werenât kidding.â
âDoes it scare you?â His tone was sincere, his eyes genuinely showing concern. âBecause⊠I donât want to hurt you. And I know it can hurt. Thatâs why I was so curious about the dildo. Will it fit? Will I fitâŠ?â
You couldnât help but laugh at how he phrased it, but quickly stopped when you noticed the fear in his eyes. Your thoughts wandered to if he had slept with someone prior and if it wasnât a pleasant experience. Truth be told, youâve never been with anyone as big as him so itâs all new for you.
âWell⊠if Iâm prepared well enough, I can take it. The dildo fits but sometimes not all of it goes in. Um⊠man, this is embarrassing to talk about, ahhh. I feel like I keep making a fool of myself in front of you.â
Jungkookâs gaze softened at your vulnerability, taking your hand and placing it on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours if not more. Then he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you close.Â
âThat makes two of us. But you make me crazy.â
He was so close that your senses were intoxicated with the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cotton wafting off him. His eyes shifted to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze once more.Â
âI really want to kiss these pretty lips of yours⊠If youâll let me,â he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and whispering the last part.
You begged him to kiss you already, so he leaned in and finally pressed his warm lips against yours as you closed your eyes. It started off as a gentle smooch, like a little tease to test the waters. When he pulled back, you leaned forward and chased his lips urgently. You felt him smiling into the kiss as he moved in tandem with you, deepening the kiss while switching positions to press you against a wall. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head while his free hand slithered down the side of your body until it rested on your hip, giving you a firm squeeze.
âJungâmmphâJungkookâŠâ you moaned. He used that chance to ease his tongue into your mouth and the kiss went from passionate to messy. When you moved your wrists in the slightest, he asserted dominance and pinned them back down into place.Â
âYou think Iâm going to let you go so easily now that I have you?â he asked, the hunger in his voice evident. He carefully tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled it back in a seductive motion, which turned you on even more.Â
Once he broke the kiss, the only thing that remained was a string of saliva that broke seconds later.
âIâve been wanting to do that for so long,â he said in between pants.
âSince youâve jerked off to my panties?â you teased while catching your breath.
He rolled his eyes. âLike youâve never rubbed one out to me before.â
You scrunched up your nose at his response, unable to counteract his statement right away. âHey⊠I wouldnât have had to rub one out if you warmed me up in this cold weather.â
He smirked. âAll you had to do was ask, you know.â
Releasing your hands, Jungkook went into your room and grabbed the dildo off the floor. He left you for a short moment and you waited there, confused, until you heard the sound of running water. He came back a minute later and then grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom.
âHad to wash it. Donât worry, Iâll warm you up properly for the real thing.â
He guided you to his bed and helped you remove your jacket, blouse, and leggings. His grin was extra toothy because the set you were wearing was the exact set he jerked off too before.Â
âWhat?â you asked, amused.
âN-Nothing.â
When your back was turned for a second, he mouthed the words âOh my godâ and pressed his hands together as if thanking the universe for this very moment.
Now left in your bra and panties, you laid on his bed and he climbed on top of you, his lips latching onto the side of your neck. You mewled at the sizzling contact, pulling him close by his soft locks so that his hot skin was pressed against yours. He trailed his searing kisses down to your collarbone and then settled between the valley of your breasts.Â
âThe bra is pretty⊠youâre so pretty,â he said, full of admiration. He pulled one of the cups down to gain access to your breasts, capturing your perky nipple between his lips. He sucked tenderly, swirling his tongue around before tugging on it hard enough to elicit a moan. His other hand was greedy, slithering into your already soaked panties. His middle finger dipped in between your folds and he rubbed in circular motions to coax some more slick out of you.Â
As you arched your back and moaned his name, he dipped one finger into you and began to pump it slowly. He added another one when you begged for it, sounding so desperate that he had to oblige.Â
âPlease fuck me already. I canât take it,â you breathed. Jungkook only curled his fingers deeper inside, grazing your sweet spot while shaking his head.Â
âPatience, beautiful. I need to make sure your sweet pussy can take it, remember? Gotta prep you well.â
âBut I can take it, I can, oh god please.âÂ
âIf youâre a good girl for me. Can you take another finger?â
You nodded eagerly, so he added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut from the delicious burn.Â
âAre you okay?â Jungkook asked, observing your expressions carefully. You clutched onto the pillow and panted heavily.Â
âY-Yeah, Iâgodâyour fingers feel goodâŠâ
He began to finger you with all three digits, the tightness of your walls bringing some resistance to his actions. But with a few more neck kisses to relax you, it became easier and you became more undone.Â
âYouâre doing so well,â he whispered into your ear, his heavy breath tickling it. He finally removed his fingers and grabbed the dildo at the end of the bed, bringing up to your lips.Â
âShow me what those pretty lips of yours can do.â
You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe on the toy in a tantalizing slow motion, causing Jungkook to grunt. That damn smile of yours was going to kill him. You were the perfect minxâsweet and naughty. He didnât have to tell you to suck it because you already were.Â
âSuch a good girl. Youâre going to handle my cock so well.â
He removed the dildo out of your mouth and reached into his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. You stared at it like it was foreign to you and Jungkook was quick to notice.
âI donât want to hurt you.â
âI can take it. I know it.â
He chuckled, admiring your determination. âStill, I want to take my time. Besides⊠itâs not every day I get to fuck someone so beautiful.â
He popped open the cap and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto the toy. Then he got back in between your legs and slowly began to insert it into you. You squirmed from the slippery, cold contact but Jungkook captured your lips into a deep kiss, igniting your body with fervor.Â
He thrusted the dildo as deep as he could, stopping when there was resistance from your panties. Which you were more than thankful for because you already felt full. But then he began to pump it in and out of you at a steady pace, only accelerating when your moans became more constant.Â
âShit, shit,that feels soââ Your words were swallowed by his lips and that stirred something within you, allowing Jungkook to easily glide the toy back and forth. He soon increased his speed, the obscene sounds your pussy was making the only thing that could be heard in the room.Â
You broke away from the kiss and began tearing up from the intensity.Â
âJ-Jungkook, I thinkââ
You couldnât, actually. Your orgasm crept up on you and made your entire body convulse. You shut your eyes to only see white, your ears were ringing, and your pussy surrendered to the pleasure.Â
Jungkook removed the toy out of you gently and then kissed your sweaty forehead, giving you a bunny-tooth smile as you calmed down from your high.Â
âDid you cum?â
You smacked his arm playfully. âDid I cum⊠pfft. No, actually. Iâm waiting for a real man to make me cum. With a fat cock.â
âWell not to toot my own horn butâŠâ He grinded his swollen cock against your thigh. âI think I meet the requirements.â
Now that things slowed down, this was the first time you really got to look at his cock properly. He wasnât kidding about needing to prep you. It was as big as your dildo but much more girthier. It was a mouth-watering sight.Â
Flipping the switch, you got on top of Jungkook this time. His eyes widened in surprise but then eased into a smile. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.Â
âLet me take care of you now.â
âBut I want to fuck you so bad.â
âYou can wait, darling. My pussy is yours.â
His dick twitched at that. You giggled as you got in between his thighs, stroking his member a few times to hear those cute, breathy moans of his.Â
Will it fit� God, I hope so.
âAre you afraid you canât take it?â Jungkook asked with concern. Shit. Did you say that out loud???
âI can. I will.â
âWe donât have to if you donâtââ
âJungkook,â you said, squeezing his dick tightly, almost like a warning. âI can take it like a good girl. And if not, Iâll tell you. Okay?â
He closed his eyes and nodded as you began to suck him off. There was no way you could take all of him in your mouth but youâd be damned if you didnât at least try. You went as far as you could and stopped when your gag reflex kicked in. Using your hand to stroke the area you couldnât reach, you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head up and down.Â
Jungkookâs abs clenched and unclenched at the action and he rested on his elbows to watch you. The way your bra cupped your breasts at this angle was enticing, your pretty lips working so hard to please him, and the view of your ass in those panties could make him cum right then and there.Â
âFuck, youâre so good at thisâdonât stop.â
You smiled at the praise and continued, loving how he took a sharp inhale of breath when you cupped his balls. He put his hand on your head and pushed you down gently, not wanting to overdo it with his size. You controlled the pace, but he just wanted to touch you and admire you.Â
âYouâre too good to meâŠâÂ
You released his dick with a satisfying pop sound, kissing the tip and smiling. âTeach me what you like.â
âI love everything you do,â he said, grunting when you began stroking him again from the base to the tip. âYour hands are so much softer than mine.â
You stopped momentarily to spit on your hand before resuming your lewd actions and he threw his head back.Â
âFuck [Y/N]. Thatâs so hot.â
âYeah? Have I been a good girl? Are you going to reward me?â He snatched your wrist, his eyes darkened and full of lust.Â
âCan you handle it?â
You turned around on all fours, shaking your ass side to side to tempt him. âTake me, baby. Raw.â
His OJO face returned from your bold suggestion and you flashed him a wink.Â
âIâm on the pill. Promise,â you informed.Â
A burst of energy surged within him as he grabbed the bottle of lube and hurriedly squeezed some onto his cock. You giggled when he squirted a bit too much, haphazardly trying to divide it between two hands and spreading it evenly. But things turned serious when he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer to him.
He pulled your panties to the side and ate you out from behind first, loving how delicious your backside looked with them on. You moaned in delight and he placed a hand on your upper back, forcing your face down into the mattress. His tongue dipped into your folds and he flicked it on your clit a few times, loving the whiny sounds you were making. Then he pressed his entire mouth onto your pussy and sucked hard.Â
You were overwhelmed with pleasure and were on the verge of cumming when he removed his mouth and replaced it with something else.
âAre you ready?â He teased his tip at your leaking entrance and you shuddered.Â
âYes, please fuck me.â
âBreathe baby. Relax as much as you can.â
You obeyed, feeling him push himself into you smoothly, knowing he prepped you more than enough. At least, thatâs what you thought until he got in halfway. From there on, it felt like he was invading your walls and stretching you to new limits.Â
There was a mild discomfort and Jungkook kissed your back lovingly to relax your tense muscles. You sighed and allowed him to bottom out, feeling the wind knock out of you when he did.Â
âGod!â you shouted, fisting his bedsheets.Â
âF-Fuck⊠you feel amazing Iâcan I move? Does it hurt?â
âIt doesnât hurt⊠I just feel really full.â
âOkay,â he said in a restrained voice. âIâll go slow.â
He gripped your hips tightly, like he needed something else to focus on or else heâd lose control and fuck the living daylights out of you. He eased himself out of you but only half way, wanting to savor your warmth a bit longer. Then he pushed himself back into you, making sure to go as slow as possible.
âYour ass looks amazing in these. You should wear them again.â
Your heart fluttered at the thought of doing this with him again. âMaybe if you spank me.â
He stilled his hips. âYou really want me to?â
You began rocking your ass back and forth on his cock. âYeah. Iâm not that fragile⊠I can take it rough when I want to.â You swore you felt his cock twitch at this. âHmm, looks like that excited you. You wanna fuck me rough, Jeon?â
He delivered a spank on your cheek, the sensation sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your pussy tightened from this and it made Jungkook hiss. He spanked the other cheek and then both cheeks and you moaned, the slight pain distracting you from the girth of his big cock.Â
âYou think youâre in a position to be a brat?â He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so you were on all fours again. Laying on top of your back, he whispered in your ear, âDo you know how badly I want to fucking ruin you?â
He bit the shell of your ear and you let out a content sigh as he slowly thrusted in and out of you.Â
âI donât want to hurt you,â he reminded you. âBut god, you feel so good. So tight. So slippery and wet. I just wanna have my way with you.â
You couldnât wait anymore. âPlease do. Make my pussy remember the shape of your cock. Itâs yours to wreck.â
Jungkook got off your back and grabbed a nice fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head up as he thrusted into you to the hilt. That feeling of being full hit you full force and you submitted, letting him rock his hips back and forth to the pace he deemed fit. He undid your bra with his free hand, letting the undergarment fall onto the bed as he cupped one breast.
Your moans came out unashamed and full of whiny desperation. The intensity was becoming too much, but it felt too good to stop. There was no more discomfort, only lust and the desire to be fucked so hard that it had your eyes rolling. And Jungkook was more than willing to deliver.
He then grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under your stomach, pushing your back down until you laid flat.Â
âIâm not sure, but I read this makes things feel better on Reddit,â he explained quickly as he helped remove your panties. âBut let me know if you want me to stop.â
Youâre smitten by the fact he cared this much about you but also trying hard not to laugh at how he admitted to going to Reddit for sex advice. He was too precious.
âI will.â
With your ass propped up higher thanks to the elevation of the pillow, Jungkook eased into you once more and you bit into your pillow. He started to slam his hips into you, gripping onto the headboard to steady himself.Â
âFuck!â you said through gritted teeth.Â
âAm I going too fast?â he breathed, slowing down his thrusts.
âNo, itâs okay. I want it. I want you.â
Your words unleashed his primal urges to finally give it to you. He shoved his cock deep inside you, each thrust making your ass jiggle, the sight so unbelievably sexy that he had to spank you again.
âYes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!â you shouted. Jungkook laid on top of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck and planted a kiss on your cheek as he fucked you harder. You begged him to choke you and he obliged, squeezing your neck just enough to make you slightly dizzy.Â
It was euphoric having that slight danger while being used for his pleasure. Your pussy tightened so much that Jungkook felt he was going to cum.Â
He slowed the roll of his hips and then pulled out, quickly flipping you onto your back. Thanks to the pillow from earlier, your hips were propped up at the perfect height.Â
âSpread your legs for me. Wider. Hold them open.â
You were so drunk on lust that you did everything he asked. He held onto your thighs and inserted his cock into you again, the new angle making your moans come out strangulated. He was so huge, you swore his tip was brushing against your cervix. Picking up the pace gradually, you took the abuse of his fat cock and screamed at how good it felt.Â
âI canât get enough of you,â Jungkook said through pants, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck. âIâm gonna cum.â
His hips began to stutter and you felt your pussy growing sore from the stretch. Anymore and youâd be in tears. You wanted to cum too, so you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in circular motions. Jungkook used the last remaining bits of strength to fuck you for a few more minutes, which was more than enough for you to reach your climax.Â
Cumming a second time was more painful than the first time due to the over sensitivity. But somehow it was more enjoyable because you had never felt something so intense. Jungkook kept coaxing you with sweet words, promising he was almost finished.Â
He rutted into you for the last few seconds, counting 3, 2, 1 before spilling his seed inside you. His body laid on top of yours, the two of you sticky and sweaty but it was comforting just being in his embrace.Â
âJungkook?âÂ
âYeah?â
âGet off. We gotta pee.â
He laughed at your serious tone. âI think I need another shower. Care to join me?â
Your roommate literally just fucked your brains out 5 minutes ago. Why were you feeling self-conscious in the shower with him? It didnât make sense!
With the hot water on, you took a deep breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.Â
âQuestions, comments, concerns?â
Oh my god, you had to marry this man. âUm⊠I think Iâll be sore for the next few days.â
âIâm sorry.
âDonât be. I enjoyed it a lot.â
He turned you around, so that you were facing him. âEnough to do it again?â
You raised an eyebrow. âTonight?â
âW-Well⊠I meanââ
Look at him fumbling over his words. Adorable. âYouâre such a pervert.â
âI canât help it. You turn me on.â
You covered your chest, feeling shy. âIs that all Iâm good forâŠ?â
He immediately understood what you meant. âOf course not. Look at me,â he said while tilting your chin up. âDonât you know how I feel about you?â
Your lips curled into a smile. âWell I learned today that you jerked off to my panties and you count down before you cum.â
You couldnât help but explode into laughter at his OJO face when he heard you say that.Â
âHey! I do it to let you know when itâs coming!â
âYes sir,â you teased with a salute. âI appreciate your punctuality, sir!â
âOh my god, youâre so cheeky.â He hugged you again and booped his nose into yours. âI like you. You know, when a boy likes a girl and they go out on a date and thenâoh shit, I did things backwards.â
You giggled. âI think I prefer it this way. I like you too. Iâve⊠liked you for a long time.â
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âBecause! I didnât want to make things awkward. But I guess things ended up being awkward anywayâŠâ
âBecause you were masturbating to me?âÂ
He had such a proud smile on his face.Â
âWhatever! Panty thief!â
â You left them there.â
âYou shouldâve told me!â
âI did!â
â After you had your fun! You are soââ
He gave you a surprise peck on the cheek to distract you.Â
âAwesome?â He smooched you again. And again. You couldnât help but giggle.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â
âMmhmm. So⊠do you want to stay in my room tonight?â
âAs long as you warm me up.â
âOh, for sure. Iâm great at that.â
âBecause of experience or Reddit?â
There was his OJO face again. âHey~!â
I truly hope you enjoyed the fic! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. :)
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