#゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜𝒃𝒕𝒔 成人向け

[koishiro]

𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 | 방탄소년단 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Jungkook just wants to take care of you and if that means he needs to join you in the bath then so be it

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Jungkook x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff/smut

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : Jungkook has a kink for dom reader, penetration, unprotected sex, cumming inside

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 : reader’s nickname is cat because I had too many puns to use im sorry- (it’s explained I promise :’))

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"Baths ready" I heard echo out of the bathroom.

"Thank you" I mumbled, getting up from the bed, slower this time.

The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.

"Cat, are you going to be ok in there?" He questioned softly.

"I'm fine" I snapped back to reality. I was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after having a panic attack.

"It's okay to need help" Again the soft tone of his voice irked at my independence.

"I'm fully capable of having a bath, what are you going to do? join me? It's ok, I've got this" I said trying and failing to unzip the back of my dress.

"If that's what it takes to know you’re okay? Then yes” If I hadn't just burnt out all my brains reserves of adrenalin having a panic attack, I'm positive my mind would have been running a thousand miles an hour, but for the first time in a long time, it wasn't. I was entirely focused on the basic things - like how relaxing the bath looked and how good it would feel to wash my face and hair. I still had some wits about me, as romantic as the concept of having a bath together was, and despite how my body was reacting to the idea, I wasn't necessarily in the right headspace for anything intimate; I tried to make that thought process clear.

"It can't be anything. But, yeah, I'd appreciate the company. I don't really want to be alone right now" I offered honestly, "but you can't look”

"I know" He sighed, "Not like this, this is not how I ever imagined it Y/n, I sincerely just want to make sure you're okay”

"Not like this...?" I repeated what he said. My brain and heart took a double take as I stared up at him. He'd thought about it, he'd thought about us. "Okay, I'm not looking” He turned around, embarrassed.

I slipped out of my clothes and slowly hopped into the bath. It was gigantic, so full of bubbles. The water sitting almost at my shoulders, I was able to easily sit sideways with my knees up to my chest.

"Okay, you can look”

"Aw you look so small” he noted, sitting next to the bath.

"I thought you were going to join me?"

"Ah, it's okay, I'll just keep you company, I really want to let you have space” He reached and scooped up a handful of bubbles, placing them on my head "Cat in a hat”

I took a hand full of bubbles and blew into it, spraying him with them, he laughed and sighed.

I turned to lie and stretch out in the bath, considering I had it all to myself, I thought it best to make the most of it. He leaned against the tub and played videos on his phone to keep us both amused, occasionally splashing me.

"You know you actually need to wash yourself in the bath?" he joked.

My eyes fluttered open and shut again, "’m just so tired, you said to relax" I twisted his words to fit my agenda.

"Come on, wake up!" he splashed my face.

"No, you wake up” I lazily splashed him back.

"We can't hide in here all day" Splash.

"You can't hide in here all day," I splashed him again "This is my home now”

"I thought Cats hated water” Splash.

"It's a myth, I'm a purrmaid now" I stretched out, enjoying my terrible pun and attempting to ignore the barrage of water attacks.

He splashed me just for the bad joke, he sat there looking a little angry and wet "That's it! Cat-tatonic, you can't stay in there forever” he got up and left the room.

"I can and I will!" I yelled after him.

I didn't feel bad about it at all. I lied back again, closing my eyes and enjoying the peace, trying desperately not to accidentally fall asleep.

He sauntered back a few minutes later wearing a towel. With all the photos and videos he'd sent me over the years I'd never actually seen him shirtless. I drank it in for a minute, his shoulders and arms were my favourite part, muscular with one full sleeve of tattoos.

"Hey, hey, hey, no looking” he laughed and I covered my face with my hands, clearly still looking. "Cat, this is kind of nerve wrecking, please?"

"Okay, okay, okay, just saying, I don't understand why. You’re hot so” I turned away from him, this was difficult, I could have stared for decades, etching his physique into my mind like stone.

"Now schooch over," he demanded, "If you're never getting out, I'm getting in”

I moved forward in the bath and he stepped in, sitting behind me, making the water rise and splash a little over the edge.

"OK, you were right, this is pretty relaxing. Well, pretty and relaxing”

I looked back and smiled at him, he always got to me with his sneaky compliments.

"Alright now, come here" he said, I backed up little so I was sitting between his legs but not fully against him, I felt a sudden cold on my head.

"What are you...?"

He was washing my hair, I was confused but okay with it.

"Since you're determined to just sit and do nothing, we'll be here for ever, so I'll do it” He started to massage the shampoo into my hair, It was a nice feeling, I'd only had hair dressers ever do this and it wasn't like they actually got in a bath with you. It felt so intimate and caring, his hands massaging my tired head. I was close to melting down the drain with the water at that point, I was so at peace. I certainly didn't expect him to randomly blast the conditioner out with the shower head set to cold.

I screamed and turned awkwardly in his lap "You bastard!"

He was just smiling that dumb fucking smile that he always used to get away with anything. I put my knees on his legs to gain purchase and grabbed his throat lightly. I suddenly noticed he was looking down, not at my face. In my attempt to be threatening, I was giving him a full view of my breasts, nipples perky as the cold water dripped down my body. Something about the way I'd grabbed him dominantly stirred something inside me, something I didn't know was there.

"If this is how I die I'm 100% fine with it" he gleamed.

"Ah, you pervert" I teased, dropping back down into the water and turning my back to him quickly. Deflecting my own thoughts yet still sitting between his legs again, choosing to be closer this time.

"hey, I did nothing”

"Sure”

He got a loofa and started scrubbing my back gently

"This is kinda weird right?" I said thinking aloud, my brain starting to work again.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Not at all, but I mean, we've sorta just met”

"We've been friends for eight years" He said defensively.

"Online though" I reminded him. "So have you bathed Taehyung?" I was referring to one of our mutual male friends.

"No, but he's never refused to get out of a bathtub before, I guess this is a new one” he laughed, "Arm up”

I raised my arm, he glided the loofa up and down, washing it, then proceeded down the side of my body, grazing my breast and hip.

"Other one”

Same thing again, one of his hands had snaked its way to resting on my waist, I wasn't sure why it was so intensely comfortable but also so present in my mind. All the physical touch in such a gentle caring manner was turning me on a lot more then I expected.

"Do you want to do the rest? Or do you want me to?" He questioned, it had become apparent the next parts would be very intimate. I slid back against him so my back was on his chest.

"Is it weird I'm enjoying this? this is so relaxing and..." I paused, changing my thought pattern "I can do it if you don't want to?"

"Not weird at all, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. I'm so glad you’re feeling better" he pulled my waist towards him so I was fully pressed against him for a hug. He body felt good against mine, his arms felt strong wrapped around me. The bubbles, the water, all adding an extra layer of sensation. I knew he was being kind but it was impossible to not notice that he was absolutely turned on, I could feel him so hard against my back.

"Seems like your feeling pretty good yourself" I giggled.

"Hey, I really can't help it, it doesn't have to mean anything. I just, can't..." he paused for a moment to collect his words "I cant control what my body feels with you naked. Just ignore it, I promised I wouldn't do anything but help you”

"I think I understand the feeling” I sighed quietly to myself.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing... you missed a spot" I said handing him the loofa again.

He slowly washed my shoulders and collar bone, then skipped to my waist and stomach, he started mirroring what he was doing with his hand on one side, loofa in the other and occasionally swapping. It was slow and sensual, it felt like he was exploring my body. At a leisurely pace he moved to my legs and thighs, stopping just short of anything too intimate. I knew it wasn't intentional, but it felt like teasing and it was driving me wild, I could tell how wet I was even in the water. I was aware of my pulse in my pussy as he ran his hands up my inner thighs. I could feel his cock getting even harder, I wasn't sure that was possible when I had first lied back against him.

He moved his hands up to my breasts, finally. I wiggled my ass, just a little, back into him. I was testing the waters, feeling his cock twitch against me, his breathing got heavier and faster. He slowly caressed my breasts, at first appearing to wash them but after a minute had past and his hands still lingered, I was sure he was just enjoying them.

"I don't mind at all" I said, wanting to give him some confirmation that I was enjoying the attention to detail, I leant my head back against his chest and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He let the loofa go and slid his hands around, slowly squeezing and massaging my chest. Letting his fingers glide over my nipples, which were getting harder at his touch. He intermittently pinched each one, I moaned a little, not intending to, but rather unable to controll it. His hands started to take turns at exploring more of my body.

"You're really beautiful and soft, you feel amazing" he sighed in my ear.

In a lot of ways I wanted it to stop but I also couldn't seem to say no. I was so heavily conflicted between my attraction and fear of the level of intensity. I'd always been scared of Jungkook in that way, I always felt like I'd die of thirst without his attention, but I also felt like I'd drown in the emotion attached to it. He had, and probably always would be 'The one', as stupid as that sounded. He wasn't the guy I imagined fucking without strings attached, he was so much more to me. He came with the dream of the life after, the simple life; full of laughter and light. We'd spent eight years talking online everyday, never tiring, never losing interest. He even kept calling me Cat, part of my online tag, after telling him my name years later. He was always a passing ship in the night, one of us always in a relationship, the unobtainable and that felt so safe. However, right now, we were both alone, together. Everything about him felt so right, his hands on my body, his presence, the way we fit together so well, just lying on him watching TV or even now, in the bath, it just felt so much like I was a part of him and he was a part of me.

I tensed up and he felt it, he stopped touching me instantly.

"Y/n, are you ok?" He didn't say Cat, he used my actual name not the nickname he always called me.

"I just..." I turned in the water, sitting up and slipping my legs over his to face him, "Can we do this?"

"Only if you want to?" He looked at me puzzled.

"I mean, with you? can it be casual? Isn't it always going to be more?"

"Cat, it can mean whatever you want it to, or I can stop right now if you want and I'll go get dressed. You know how I've always felt about you, but also, I respect you. It can just be fun, if that's all you want at the moment. I've never been able to do this kind of thing without the connection, but I already have that with you and nothing will ruin that. All I can think in this moment is that fucking you would feel right, for once Cat, don't overthink”

I stared at him intensely. Was he just saying what I wanted to hear? Am I going to hurt him? am I going to hurt us? This is the type of thing that's going to invoke a few days worth of reckless behaviour from me and I was well aware of my patterns.

"I really want to," I admitted "my body is screaming at me to, but, I don't want to hurt you” I was watching his face intently for any sign that this could be wrong.

"I rather be hurt 1000 times than never feel you," he put his hands back on my hips starting to pull me down onto his lap. "I need to know what it feels like to be inside you, I need to watch your perfect body bounce, I need to see your face as you feel me inch by inch, I don't care about myself right now. I need to know what it feels like to make you cum”

Fuck, he knew how to talk when he wanted to. He knew what was in my head and he knew how I felt. He also knew I wasn't going to back down now. I hated that he knew me. I couldn't help myself, I managed to lie to myself in that moment, maybe it could just be fun, maybe it wouldn't have an effect on the dynamic of our friendship.

We'd talked a lot about sex with the distance keeping us safe, some nights spent exchanging fantasies, messages and videos. I knew everything about what he wanted, the magic words that would tip the scales for him, and he knew everything about how my body worked and what I might do. We both knew I was far more experienced, him only having a few sexual partners in the past worried me, but not enough to stop me. The logical part of my brain had shut down. I needed to be the dominant one here, I needed to show him. He could talk smoother then I ever could, but I could use my body.

"Cat we don't have to- " I cut him off and grabbed his throat, I enjoyed that feeling earlier, I wanted to try it again. I pulled myself to him and kissed him deeply, his hand raised to mine in shock but he relented and kissed me back. I kneeled over him and used my other hand to stroke his hard cock under the water. His hands slid across my body, I'm not sure he knew what to do with my sudden assault on his senses. I felt him moan into my kiss as I moved my hand up and down the length of his shaft, taking my time to rub slowly around his head, feeling it twitch in response. I released my grip off his neck and used my hand to move his hands to my ass which was hovering over him, he seemed to follow the motions amazingly. I continued to stroke his cock, surprised that it was larger then I expected.

I climbed further onto him sliding the head of his cock gently up and down, from my entrance to my clit, as I kept up the motion of sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He was starting to put pressure on my hips, begging to get inside me each time I slid up and down on him. The wetness of my cunt so different to the water of the bath. I teased him with each movement as I used his dick as a toy for my own stimulation, I wanted him to force me down onto it, he seemed to yield finally, grabbing my hips properly and pulling me onto him, inch by inch. I'd been turned on for the entire bath, I felt so swollen and as he forced his way in we both gasped, breaking the passionate kiss, locked into inhaling each others breath. By the time he was fully sheathed inside of me I was almost shaking, he fit so well, I wasn't going to last long at all. I kissed him again, biting his lip and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

I started riding him like my life depended on it, like every groan he made brought me closer to an edge I was ready to fall off a thousand times. I grinded harder against him, wanting to be so full I would never need to be fucked again, and it worked so well, up and down, him enjoying my bubble covered breasts as they bounced in his face. I felt the familiar build up of my orgasm coming on as I rode harder and faster. I gripped him tighter as my pussy clenched around his cock, unable to keep my mouth shut I let out a very audible moan of pleasure, I leant back enjoying the after shocks of my orgasm.

He seemed to be enjoying the expression on my face before he got a serious look, grabbing my hips harder then before and using my body. Jungkook was stronger than I expected, I wasn't doing any of the work anymore, just enjoying feeling him lift me and pull me back down onto him as the water splashed around us and his face started to tense.

I slid my hand back under water to rub my clit, if he was coming, I'd be damned if I wasn't going to come again with him. It wasn't hard for me to get close again, he was so focused, grunting and fucking me hard, I was loving the view, the way his arms and body tensed, the focus on his face, the way he threw his head back, moving me like I weighed nothing, grinding his hips up to mine.

I knew what would get him there, from every fantasy he'd sent me and I knew he'd fucking love it and hate it.

"You have to pull out, I'm not on birth control” I teased at him, he agreed and started going harder then before, I could feel him twitching inside me, I knew I was going to cum when he did. I wrapped my arms around him and started fucking him back again, our hips meeting. He was starting to shake, he stopped suddenly.

"I'm going to cum, I have to stop" He gasped, I knew what we both wanted to hear. I grabbed his throat again and held onto his back as tight as I could, continuing to grind against him as deeply as I could.

"Don't you fucking dare, I'm not letting go, you're going to fill me or we'll never do this again”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up with a touch of fear and excitement as he gave in, finally thrusting back knowing that I needed his seed, it only took a moment and I felt him explode inside me, shooting layer after layer of warm cum into me. My body fucking loved it, exploding into an orgasm that just kept clenching for what felt like minutes around his cock as it pulsed.

I let my grip loosen as I let my head fall against his, having an exhausted giggle, he smiled and laughed with me, wrapping his arms around my body and occasionally thrusting to see my face as we recovered our breath.

"You can't do that or I'm going to need to cum again" I breathed, trying to lift myself off him, he held me down.

"Do it” he whispered with an evil grin, I started to grind on him softly, it wasn't going to take much. He leant me back and watched me, finally using his fingers to rub my clit, as my breasts bounced freely and he met each of my thrusts again, he was watching me so intimately but I couldn't keep my eyes open. It was happening again, I gasped and held his arms tightly as I shuddered with another orgasm. He seemed so pleased with himself, kissing me again softy down my neck.

"You're mine," he whispered, moving my hair from my face.

That surprised me, but more in a way that I enjoyed. We both got out of the bath and wrapped ourselves in towels.

The bathroom was completely flooded, I giggled and bent to pick up my wet clothes. I felt his hand lift my towel at the back as I did, still bent over I looked back at him confused.

"Just admiring my work" he smiled that damn smile again, it always amazed me how confident men got after you fulfilled a fantasy. I moved into a presenting pose and let him enjoy the view of his cum dripping from my pussy for a moment, he slicked his finger up and down my slit.

"hey, no touching unless your prepared to finish the job again”

He kept going, sliding his fingers back and forth over my clit before sliding his fingers inside of me, pushing his dripping cum back in. This man was determined to make sure I couldn't think for a week.

But that's when we heard a knock at the door.

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a/n: I doubt I’m going to make a pt 2… :)

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[koishiro]

Nymphomaniac | 방탄소년단

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Jungkook, the headmaster’s son, is just trying to make it through school unnoticed but with his academic smarts and undeniably good looks it’s no surprise when he gains the attention of a certain student

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : virgin!Jungkook x nymph!fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff/smut/school au

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : corruption, sub!Jungkook, loss of virginity, oral m!receiving, slight nipple play if you squint, penetration, you both make a sex tape, teaching Kook how to kiss.

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Gaining stares before I had even stepped foot into school was something I became used to. In fact, it was a daily occurrence at this point. Everywhere my eyes drifted were faces with downturned eyebrows and tight lips.

My steps felt heavier as murmurs reached my ears - what they said was always about me, yet never directly to me. The whispers traveled like wildfire around the school grounds; everyone seemed to know my secrets and have their own opinion on what should be done with them - none of which gave any relief or peace from the situation in hand.

Every girl's lips moved in hushed conversation as I walked through the hall, and their gazes followed me with burning intensity. The contempt was so thick that it almost felt physical. I heard snatches of whispered phrases float in the air - "disgraceful," "just like her mother" - making clear what they thought of me and my ways. But no-one dared utter these words to my face, then they would have something to gossip about.

The boys would look at me with a strange, heated hunger in their eyes. I was like an oasis of pleasure in the desert of their lives – something that could quench any thirst they may have had. My gaze and my body language seemed to be inviting them closer, as if I wanted one or more of them to take advantage of me in whatever way they wished. It felt shameless, but it also satisfied some internal craving for carnal satisfaction that drove my every action and thought.

“𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?“ Turning around to face the boy I had been occupied with in the closet for the past 30 minutes, I sighed.

I opened my mouth to tell him no and that he should just move on to some other girl until I decided it wasn’t worth it and instead, turned around and walked off in the opposite direction.

It was times like this that would remind me of my mother, a strange kinship of sorts; as if I could feel her in my bones, see echoes of her lurking within me.

It was disconcerting and uncomfortable - like sliding into the dress she wore when I was a child, and realizing it still fit well after all these years. A reminder that everything she taught me has taken root somewhere within myself to grow or wither at its own will. Times like this made me yearn for the distance only death can bring.

Everyone in this boarding school had heard of my mother – a woman of dubious reputation, who the headmistress once described as “sowing her wild seeds”. The other students whispered when I passed by and cast judgemental glances at me as if I too would follow my mother's path. But they didn’t know that I was determined to make something better for myself, no matter how low people perceived me because of my lineage.

Nonetheless it seemed like everywhere I went all eyes were on me – judging every move and misstep like an unforgiving jury watching its victim carefully with discerning scrutiny.

I was sixteen when the diagnosis came in. Nymphomania – an insatiable craving for sexual relationships and gratification. A shadow had been cast into my life, and it seemed like no matter how hard I tried to control it, nothing worked - the cravings were always there somewhere beneath my skin, bubbling up and consuming me until all that mattered was finding a way to release them.

Masturbation could only do so much; soon enough even that wasn't enough anymore. So through trial-and-error experimentation over time, I gained a reputation amongst the boys of my neighbourhood as The Local Whore.

I straightened my back and kept my head high as I walked through the grand halls of this prestigious school. Everywhere around me were the daughters of the rich, prancing about in their designer clothing, whispering secrets behind their fingers and sizing me up with judgments hidden in their eyes. They all used their daddy’s money to get here, although I was no different.

I clasped my hands together, feeling the edges of my fingernails press into the soft flesh of my palms; a reminder that although I was no different - it had been a long road that had brought me to where I am now.

My father's teachings still echoed in my ears: insistent, unbending and unyielding in his belief that God alone could help me become who he wanted me to be. Little did he know, if only he could see me now - standing here on this threshold between two disparate worlds - how wrong his once convinced assumption were.

I had convinced myself that he chose this school over any other simply to pretend, possibly forget, that he even had a daughter. He’d take this opportunity to fix what was left of his reputation back home. After-all, “𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳“ as my father liked to remind me.

The school was like something out of a fantasy book, with it's broken brick walls and long narrow corridors. It seemed to exude an air of respect - the colour black ran through its veins, ironically the colour of sin, from the carpets lining the floor, to the trophy cabinets that decorated its walls.

Everywhere you looked there was something mysterious and spine-tingling about it; almost as if you were surrounded in darkness despite being standing in full light. Every footstep echoed throughout this old building making for a seemingly never ending playing field for exploration.

The building loomed over the campus, two stories high and multi-winged with rows of windows looking out on a sprawling intercontinental view. Its walls were pale gray brick and its roofs vermillion slate, an unusual yet distinct combination that resonated grandeur in its tallest spires.

The entrance hall was wide enough for four people to pass without shoulders brushing; within were two connected wings built side by side – one pink granite the other white marble – signifying gender separation due to firm religious beliefs held by those inhabiting it's spaces. Deep down inside these walls resided 500 students following their separate schedules from breakfast through dinner.

Although they didn’t do a very good job at separating us considering we still had to pass one another in the halls on occasion in order to traverse other parts of campus.

The school was a large white structure set back from the road. The front driveway coiled around neatly trimmed trees, and garden beds decorated with vibrant flowers lined the entrance walkway like soldiers on parade. From afar, it looked like an ivory castle; up close it revealed its immensity- straight lines of classrooms flanked by geometric terraces of dormitories that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction.

Inside there was a large reception office staffed by friendly faces all too eager to please visitors, within it were walls covered in cabinets full of trophies earned from countless victories in sports and academics alike.

I had been transferred here a few months prior under the instruction to finish my senior year unless I want to stay here another year by failing, that was not going to happen.

But that still wouldn’t stop me from having my fix.

But it also meant I needed to find myself a tutor, and fast.

I ventured through a labyrinth of silent halls and corridors, each one a mirror to the last. Everywhere I went seemed to draw me further inwards; closer to an unknown destination that even the most experienced navigator would struggle with.

I trudged down the empty hallways of the school, my feet dragging somewhat as I made my way towards the study hall. A bright light shone out from an open doorway and when I looked up to see what it was that beckoned me closer, no less than an angelic figure stood before me.

His brown hair was thick and slightly wavy, with a tousled look, almost having a golden sheen to it from the sunlight streaming through the arched windows at one end of the hallway; His eyes were like two pools of melted chocolate, deep and rich. He smiled slightly as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out except for a few notes from some unheard song playing.

From beneath the thin frame of his glasses, two round lenses like a pair of moons framed a pair of shining golden-brown eyes that reached out to capture the warm rays of their own miniature sun within themselves. They glinted with every motion he made, each sparkle or twinkle depicting an emotion he held so deeply and passionately in his heart.

His facial features were a mosaic of perfection. Dark brown curls cascading past his ears, framed by high-cut cheekbones and an angular jawline flecked with the faintest of stubble that I longed to run my finger across. His lips were thin and delicate, rosy in hue and slightly parted with a small mole just below adding an extra layer of charm — almost as if it was begging for a kiss. With every feature I beheld, my heartbeat quickened faster until I found myself unconsciously crossing one leg over the other in sudden need.

He was lean and toned, his muscles standing out subtly beneath the crisp fabric of his white button-up shirt. Although it did nothing to conceal his shape, the garment lent him a certain refinement that was offset by the sleek black slacks he'd chosen to wear. Completing this modern silhouette was a bag slung around his neck.

He was tall and well-groomed with a chiseled jawline that seemed to be carved from granite, his thick, dark hair was a wild tangle of curls, obscuring his vision and causing him to pause in frustration. He slowly raised a hand with pale blue veins running through it and swept aside the stubborn locks, revealing his gentle brown eyes that had been hidden by the mass of hair. As our gaze connected for an instant, I saw his cheeks flush crimson like flames dancing on kindling wood.

I knew who he was, how could I not?

Jeon Jungkook was one of the many tutors on campus, and his specialty lay in poetry and fiction. He read voraciously, soon turning to painting and ceramics as well. Wherever he went, he had a book tucked into his arm or peeping out of some bag on his back like an extra limb; when girls stopped him to ask for help with their own work, instead of putting down the novel or essay in his hand as most would have done - uncomfortable from being caught reading – Jungkook held onto it tightly as if afraid it might vanish if not clung to with enough force.

But that’s not what caught my interest, no.

He was the son of the Headmaster, he was off limits. He couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried.

Luckily for me, I was in need of a tutor and I wasn’t going to settle for just any tutor.

Thankfully we were allowed to have a tutor of any sex as long as there was a person of authority to watch over. Considering my target was the headmaster’s son, there was no need for a third person, he was trustworthy in the board’s eyes. A sinless being.

I just had to figure out how to approach him without scaring him off.

I followed Jungkook into the quiet study room, my mind spinning with plans. He continued on towards a back room, producing a small silver key from his pocket to unlock it before walking in alone. My footsteps were nearly silent against the aged hardwood floors as I made my way closer to where he had gone until an unexpected slam caught me off guard and sent my heart racing.

I took the opportunity to poke my head in, cautious but curious. My eyes landed on Jungkook, in his school uniform with his sleeves rolled up and revealing veiny arms. His hands raked through his locks frenetically as he leaned his elbows on his knees in front of a canvas screwed up tight with colors ranging from yellow to red, seemingly an old painting with how dry the paint was; it looked like a battle between light and dark was taking place much like the inner battle he was having. I felt mesmerized by the sight; it seemed even more beautiful because of Jungkook's fury evident upon his face while he crafted what appeared to be yet another masterpiece.

The room was of decent size, with a carpeted floor tucked under layers of dust sheets that served to protect it from any stains Jungkook might throw its way. A large black-framed window at the front travelled up towards the ceiling, creating a pitched skylight as if it were a centerpiece overlooking the back of the school. Along one wall ran an expansive shelf system - books and pottery pieces spilled out in this makeshift archive - while opposite leaned three easels for paintings and sketches he had been working on.

The room was alive with the glow of possibility. Canvases were propped against the walls haphazardly, their unfinished stories waiting to be completed. Paintbrushes and pencils spilled out of cups on an old desk tucked away in a corner, forming their own miniature rainbow beneath the soft light shining from a paper lamp nearby. All that remained now was for someone to take up those tools and paint something beautiful into existence.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, hands buried in his hair. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand while raising the other to sweep away fallen strands of brown hair from across his forehead. His eyes were a deep brown as he looked off into the distance, taking a moment to think, breathe.

He stood in front of the canvas and surveyed the palette, eyes narrowed and deep in thought. At last he reached forward with sure hands, taking a brush from its holder before selecting two tubes of paint. As I watched on as if transfixed by a spell, he put them together on his brush then blended them together into an orange-hued swirl which seemed alive to me - undulating between reds and yellows but never settling completely either hue. With slow purposeful strokes amplified by deliberation that seemed almost religious in devotion to creation, he slowly placed each drop onto the canvas where it lay shimmering like a living thing.

Until the stupid door creaked and his eyes met mine.

I didn’t let this falter me though and instead entered the room to admire my surroundings and him further, leaving my bag near the door.

"Y-Y...n," His deep voice caught me off guard, rumbling through my body with a feeling of admiration. How had he known my name? I suppose being the Principal's son had its benefits, although it was neither told nor asked for. Nonetheless, his choice of words and delivery sent a shiver down my spine - that made me want to hear him say it over and over again.

He sounded small, shy… nervous.

”I-Is there something I can help you with?” He set his paintbrush down and rose to meet me as I crossed the room towards his desk in the far corner of his makeshift studio.

I ran my fingers along the criss-crossed grains of weathered wood, tracing flowery patterns left by long forgotten layers of paint. My eyes drifted up slowly until they connected with his soft, comforting yet shy gaze through an almost tangible bond that seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Yes actually, you’re going to tutor me” I said without hesitation.

“I need help getting out of this shit hole” I now stood in front of him as I heard him suck in a breath.

“M-My help?” I nod my head in reply, “I’m failing my lectures and according to someone, you seem to be passing all of them. If I don’t pass by the end of the year, your father and mine are going to keep me here for another year and in no way is that happening.

Lightly I traced my fingers up his chest, exploring the contours of his form with delicate precision. As I reached the base of his neck, my fingertips met with a loose tie that had managed to escape its own confines and was now splayed across one side of our bodies.

Pausing for a moment as if in thought, I carefully straightened it before smoothing out any creases from within his shirt that had been left in strife by this foreign presence. As my hands brushed against his torso gently guiding itself along each thread as though reading braille, all the while I continued my explanation.

“And who better to teach me the ways of a long and sinless life than the headmaster's son” I finish, tilting my head to the side.

“I-I’m not sure-”

“Would there be no way of convincing you otherwise?” He switched his eyes back and forth between mine, his pink blush turning am even deeper red, if that was possible.

“I c-can’t tutor girls” His eyes flickered away from my gaze, and he shuffled a bit on the spot while he glanced up at me with sheepish eyes that betrayed both shyness mix of nervousness.

“And why’s that Jungkook? Do you get nervous?” I said with a twinkle in my eye and a teasing smile on my lips.

“G-god wouldn’t-” Before he could finish his sentence, I stepped forward and interjected with a graceful firmness. Stark stillness descended upon us and seemed to stretch on for an eternity as my hands slowly moved from their place on his tie until they rested firmly atop his chest. His gaze followed mine as we both watched the slow journey of him being guided gently backwards towards where he sat earlier.

“Let me guess, God wouldn’t approve hm? Is that what you were going to say?” Pushing him down to sit on the chair, I now stood over him which didn't last long as I soread my legs to straddle him, taking the time to get comfortable.

Jungkook, face now red with a surprised expression as if he had died and gone to heaven, placed his hands out as if he were caught red handed making sure to keep the remnants of wet paint away from us both - how thoughtful.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I continued, “How anout this, one lesson. I need to show my teachers and your father that i’m trying in my studies so i’m not a waste of their time and I currently need to pass at least one class. Considering you already have an easel and paint out, we can start here. If I get a B+ or higher we’ll continue our tutoring sessions but if I don’t we can stop. Sound fair?”

Still frozen in shock, all Jungkook could manage was a slight gulp as he repeatedly blinked in astonishment. Taking that as a yes, I turned around to face the easel, all prepped amd ready to use.

“So, where do we begin?”

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it on the pile of our discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined its pile of clothing with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it across the room, creating a pile of discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined the pile with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

“What's with that look? I don’t want my uniform to get dirty now do I?” I once again made myself comfortable on his lap between his spread legs as he clears his throat in shock.

I decided to paint a butterfly, something of purity. Jungkook tells me to start mixing the colours I need which he had set in front of me a few minutes before.

I began started with the outline, starting from the head and leading my way to the wings. Ten minutes passed by before I began seeing everything wrong with my so-called painting.

“I don’t think I’m doing this right” I could feel his stiff posture behind me, hesitating untik I felt his bare chest - shirt now unbuttoned to avoid any staining, displaying the silver cross necklace around his neck, slightly brushing against my back. “Can I - um - help… you?”

I nod and he lightly places his hands on top of my own just enough to guide me. He leads my hands across the canvas, leaving a hue of blues in it’s path.

Once the basics are done, Jungkook decides we were done for the day. Facing him, I push myself further onto his lap, “I-I’ll let you know when we can continue… this”

Jungkook trailed off when I pressed my hand against his chest, the still wet paint paint covering my hand left a print on his chest, marking him.

"Y’know, you’re really skilled with your hands” I trailed my eyes from the open shirt, exposing his lean chest up towards his eyes where they switched nervously between my own as I sloely lean in.

“Makes me want to put them to better use” I lift myself up slightly, causing his paint-coated hands fall to my ass.

Just as our lips were about to meet he backed up, “I-I’ve never… kissed anyone… before” if my heart was to fail me, it would be in this moment.

“B-But I want to kiss you Y/n, I want you to be my first kiss - I just don’t know… how” He professed, allowing a tint to coat his cheeks.

His eyes continued to switched between my own before taking their chance to catch sight of my lips.

I used my finger to lift his chin, leaning in closer to his lips to the point where I could feel the softness of them against my own and just about make out the lone mole beneath his bottom lip.

“Then kiss me Jungkook” I watched the nervousness take over his features. Doubt began to circle his eyes. “I’m not stopping you”

“I d-don’t know… I wouodn’t want to ruin it… can you - please” when he begins to fumble on his words I lean in, keeping my eyes on his perfect lips awaiting my kiss.

I run my finger over his bottom lip, Jungkook’s brown doe eyes turning a shade darker and the shin of the moonlight creeping in through the window was not hiding the look of want and need in our eyes.

“Can I do what Jungkook?” I pushed him further, enjoying the way he writhed underneath me.

“I want you to teach me how to kiss you properly, please Y/n” I couldn’t hold back any longer, not when any sight of purity in his eyes had disappeared, now replaced with want, need, sin.

I bring our lips together, I could already imagine the expression he held - eyebrows raised to the heavens, eyes blown wide and frozen in shock. What I didn’t expect was for Jungkook to suddenly give my ass a soft squeeze resulting in a hum to pass through from my lips to his.

My hands make their way across his back until I reach the back of his neck, leading to his hair and tugging his head back a little.

I took that moment to assess my work. Lips turned a nice, swollen red, eyes dazed and his mouth letting iut the softest of pants. Jungkook moves forward to reconnect our lips but frowns when I move back.

“Someone’s impatient hm?” I reached my arms back to loosen my bra, just enough to allow him a small glimpse of my nipple.

While doing so, I brought his dazed yet still shy smile to my lips, kissing both corners before continuing our kiss, taking the note of the soft moan extending from his throat.

My hands now explored his chest and iver his arms while my hips roll in a way that makes him pause the kiss to inhale sharply.

The cool wind blows upon us from the window, causing goosebumps to rise and my nipples to harden. This time I’m the one who’s caught off guard when I feel warm lips pressed to my chest, focusing themselves between the valley of my breats.

“You’ve gained confidence” I try to laugh a little to keep him at ease but it’s short lived when when he nips at my skin before adjusting his seating causing his bulge to to push against my aching clit.

Jungkook looks at my chest, and the trail of saliva and the fingerprints he’s leaving over my body as if he was taking a oicgure with his eyes.

Then he gets this look in his eyes as if he just had the grandest of ideas waiting to be revealed. His eyes flicked up to me, and it’s killing me how ready my body was for him.

“I-I have an art commission to submit in a week… for the university I want to attend and I need to submit something I find beautifully interesting and I - um - …I couldn’t think of anything until now… I’ve been putting it off until earlier …where I just slapped a few colours on a canvas…” he look down at our laps as if ready for my rejection.

“Are you saying you want to use my body to get you into college?” Jungkook furiously blushes at my blunt response.

“I won’t show your face and I’ll cover anything inappropriate. I’ll only photograph your body, nothing else I promise”

“I undersif you say no, it’s not something you hear someone ask you everyday, and I -”

“I’ll do it” I press my finger against his lips keeping my own to my finger, “but, I expect payment in return”

I could almost see his mind racing, trying out what I meant by - “payment?” I give him a wink as my own response but then he shifts again, his bulge still very much apparent.

“When do we start? I’m just a little too exited to have your hands all over me” if only he could understand the true meaning of my words.

Jungkook fumbles over his words a little bit before giving out a clear response.

“Would…would it be okay to start now… if that’s okay with you of course”

Slipping off Jungkook’s lap, I take the time to admire his ‘studio’ of sorts as he gathers the supplies needed for his submission. Paintings, what looked to be his, adorned the wall, books on other artists filled his shelves and an array of pottery pieces decorated the cabinets.

I turn to find him watching, smiling. “Don’t mind me, continue” I take an apple from a ceramic bowl I’m sure he made himself and take a bite, his eyes following every movement.

He gulped as he watched a trail of juice slowly glide it’s way down my chin, dropping to my chest.

“I-I’m ready… if you are” he finishes with a whisper without tearing his eyes away.

“Where do you want me?” This seed to snap him out of his daze, clearly having something else on his mind.

“Sorry?”

“Where do you want me positioned?” I clarified, setting down the apple. “O’oh - uhm - would over there be okay?”

Pointing to the only empty space in the room, he began setting up his camera with a clean dust sheet and a white wall as my backdrop. I made my way over, settling down on my knees with my hands placed in front - ready to be positioned any way he wanted.

Lifting up his camera and pointing it towards me, Jungkook visibly froze, taking me in. His eyes scanning over every inch of my body making me feel naked - maybe it would be better if I was.

Concluding this would be a better idea, I raised my right hand towards the strap of my bra and slowly pull it over my shoulder, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"W-What are you doing?" I could practically see his heart ready to burst out of his chest like a comedy skit.

"I'm making it easier for you, wouldn't want the straps of my bra to be in shot now would we?" Jungkook made no move to capture any shots, just continuing to stare at my bra that was barely hanging on.

"Don't mind me, continue" I repeated the same words from earlier, "wouldn't want my photographer to get distracted" his eyes running over my cleavage as the blush begins to rise along his face.

Jungkook was still standing a fair distance away as I continued to tease him "Why are you so far away? surely you can't get any detailed shots from over there"

Stalking forward, he raised the camera level to his face as I heard the continuous shutter urging me on to proceed with my 'modelling'. My hands drifted from the tops of my thighs, across my stomach and leading towards my breasts, pushing them together as I stared straight into the lens of the camera, no doubt making contact with his own.

Continuing my many poses I leaned forward until I supported my weight on my hands and knees, my favourite position. Undoubtedly jungkooks too it looked like, with his tongue poking from between his lips and eyes trying not to linger for too long as to make me uncomfortable.

Crawling towards him as if he were my prey - no sudden movements as to startle him, I slipped my fingers between the loops of his school trousers, drawing him closer.

My hand wandered up towards the hand that helped support his camera, grasping his fingertip and letting it glide across the soft skin of my cheek, towards my lips where I placed a gentle kiss to the tip before letting them run down my neck, slower and slower down my chest, stopping at the valley between my breasts.

I guide his hand to push off the other strap of my bra before letting his hand grasp my breast. His mouth falling ajar, I close my eyes for a second, liking how his hand brings more warmth to my body.

"I bet she wonders what it would feel like if you touched her or how it would feel to please you herself, I bet she was thinking about it the entire time" I refer back to Adi from earlier.

Jungkook's eyes dart back to mine again, "but she'll never know, will she?" he shakes his head.

"And why's that?" I inclined

"B-Because I only want you to please me, Y/n" My eyes almost roll to the back of my head, his voice comes out deeper, sinned with lust.

I leaned up as far as I could on my knees to grasp Jungkook by the collar, his silver cross dangling in my face as if daring me to tarnish everything he'd ever known. Leading him by the collar and causing him to lean forward, I moved towards his ear, allowing his eyes to take in the rounds of my tits, "I know, I just wanted to hear you say it"

"Y/n... I want-" he cuts himself off as if the sinful words had burnt him, forbidding him from letting his desires take control.

"You want what Kookie? You have to say it" I slowly let my gaze wander down to the hard-on in his slacks, he had to be uncomfortable from the restrictions of his pants.

"Do you want me to touch you Kookie? Is that what you want? I need you to use your words or I won't know what it is you want" He visibly gulps, biting his lower lip as my hand only slowly creeps its way down from the collar of his shirt towards his aching dick before moving away back to his thigh.

"Y/n... please... can you touch me?" I almost moan just by the desperation in his voice, I begin to unbuckle his belt, running my hand over his bulge before taking him out of his slacks

Now standing straighter, Jungkook stood towering over me, the camera held in his hand lay limp by his side.

I sucked in a harsh breath, he was big. So fucking big and perfect.

I never believed in the saying that it was always the quiet ones but fuck was I a believer now. "I-Is this alright?" I just about managed to tear my eyes away and turning my gaze to him, almost like he wanted to hide himself away because I had been staring for far too long.

The sight of his pre-cum waiting at the tip of dick, teasing me.

"It's perfect, so damn perfect" Jungkook visibly relaxed a little but that didn't stop him from blushing harder.

"Why don't you start recording hm? that way you can capture more shots without having to focus, consider this as your payment" I instruct as I use my index finger to run up the base of his dick, Jungkook letting his mouth fall open with a nod.

Slowly and with a small shake of his hand, he lifted the camera in time to capture me squeeze the head of his dick, making him release a moan that could make anyone wet or pass out.

Using one hand I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor while the other kept a hold on his dick. I pushed out my chest, causing his entire face to go red.

"Do you fantasise about them? How soft they would feel in your hand, massaging them? Or having them wrapped around your cock while I look at you with such innocent eyes until you cum?" stroking him with an occasional twist of my hand.

"Or how good they'd look in your mouth?" I wanted... no, needed to touch myself but this was about him, my little kookie.

"Oh my..." I watched his chest heave up and down, my nipples pushed out even more.

"I bet you would love to feel my lips around you, sucking and letting my tongue tease over your tip. The feeling of wanting to cum over my tits or deep down my throat, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you" He quickly nods his head and I don't think he's realised he's admitted to it.

"You're so hard Jungkook, you're being so good for me right now" his hips bucked up, his muscles bulging under the sleeves of his shirt allowing me to make a mental note that he liked to be praised.

"Y/n... I'm - I - I... oh please keep going" His words became a complete mess as he grew closer, he throbbed in my hand. I wasn't planning on stopping.

"Cum for me Kookie, let me make you feel good" I sped up the pace of my hand, making sure to run my thumb over the tip before using his pre-cum as lubricant to squeeze the base of him.

Jungkook went to bite down on his lip but I tapped his thigh making him stop his actions. "I want to hear you, cum in my hand" he never looked away, even when I thought he would, he didn't.

With each twist of my hand, I knew only one thing would set him off completely.

Almost as if he knew something was coming, my eyes shined with a devious glint.

I places a short kiss to the tip of him setting him off, making him squeeze his hands into fists causing his veins to pop. I placed another one on the base of his dick, the second kiss making him lean his head back and his shoulders sag as his thighs tense on either side of me.

I was pressing my thighs together almost painfully to where my knees dug into the wooden floor watching him unravel in my hand.

His brown hair was now wet due to sweat, sticking to his forehead and glasses slipping from their original position. Sweat droplets running down his panting chest I so desperately wanted to lick.

When he calmed down, he said nothing. I got up from the floor and grabbed the camera he had still been holding and placed it on a side table, continuing the recording.

We weren't finished yet, far from it.

I made my way back to Jungkook and took a hold of his hands, leading him to step out of his now fallen pants and over to where I was originally posed but this time, I had him on his knees.

My pretty boy.

Placing my hands on his head, combing through his damp strands with his head tilted back and eyes blissfully closed, I let them wander down to his neck and over his shoulders. Sinking to my knees to gain more access with my hands I continued my wandering across his chest, feeling it constantly begin to lift and fall.

I continued my travels down over his abs that I dream of kissing my way down to scratch with my nails as I ride him until we both cum.

I lick my lips and admire the sight in front of me, my little Kookie in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. I rub over his dick, giving him an occasional squeeze as I kiss the spot below his ear.

"Did you like it when I did this?" I squeeze him one more time and he responds by releasing a small whimper, urging me to continue my assault.

Releasing the grip I had, I placed my hands on his chest once again, gently pushing him to lay on his back, letting me straddle him as he finally cracks open his eyes to stare at me with those big doe eyes of his.

He watched me carefully and let his body relax when I brushed his tip with my thumb. My hand hardly fit around him going down the base.

can already tell by the way he's looking at me more than anything else that he's nervous.

"Shouldn't I... uhm. I read that I could make you feel good if I..." He dropped his eyes between my thighs and fully blushed.

I covered his lips with my own, my bare chest meeting his. When I pull away he's blushing even more, his eyes can't seem to figure where to focus.

"Just let me take care of you, okay?" He responds with a shy nod, I bite my lip at all the ideas I had planned for the future.

It may not be my first time but it is his and the last thing I want is to overwhelm him knowing that he's trusting me to be his first time.

So I start slow, leaving painfully sow kisses from his sharp jaw, making a trail down to his neck. The spot where his pulse lies is beating against my lips, telling me he's not only nervous but that he wants it as much as I do.

I push myself lower, kissing down his chest until I get to his unbelievably and perfectly cut abs which rise at the rhythm of his chest.

He licks his lips and it makes me want to kiss them and bite on them like I know he loves and turn them red until we're breathing like maniacs.

I graze my fingertips up the sides of his shaft, Jungkook's body tensing and calming down as my lips come in contact with him, I kiss from the tip all the way down as if I was making sure he never forgets the print of my lips on him.

My lips finally part around his cock, I arch my back so he can see the curve of my ass and the two dimples staring back at him.

My left hand works the middle section of cock while my tongue swirls around his head. I hollow out my cheeks, bringing out my cheekbones more, and to hear the "mmphs" coming from him as keeps a hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly.

I twist my hand up and down on him, liking how he unravels simply by my hand and mouth. I continue to pump him while flicking my tongue over his tip which makes him let out a deep breath.

My lips are probably glossed by now and my hair must be absolutely everywhere. His hand reaches out and pushes the hair that's fallen over my shoulder back to get a better view of my face.

"I-I like watching... you" It's hard for me to keep myself going, I could never have imagined Jungkook ever saying things like that.

When I remove him from my mouth, I can tell he was close but I didn't want him to cum just yet.

"We're not done yet" Jungkook continued to pant while I reached over into my bag I had left by the door and dug through to find a condom, followed by the loss of my underwear.

Jungkook sat up straighter, both of our eyes were glued to each other as I rolled the condom onto him, I slowly crawled myself to his side.

"If it becomes too much just tap my thigh twice and I'll stop" I remind him and I swing my other leg on the other side of his thigh.

I guide him between my clit, coating the condom with my wetness. Making sure I kept eye contact with him before pressing the head at my entrance and slowly sinking down. When I feel half of him inside me, we break eye contact and my mind turns off.

Fuck.

The room was silent other than the sound of both our moans being mixed together.

It felt like I was a virgin all over again, I had to let myself adjust to his size, I knew it wasn't going to be easy to fit him inside of me and fuck was he big.

Looking back at Jungkook, he had his head tilted back on the floor, his Adam's Apple bobbed and his neck covered in a sheet of sweat. I burned the image into my head.

If I could take a picture of this I would, but I guess the video would have to suffice I thought as I turned my head and stared straight at the camera, giving a little wink.

Turning my attention back to Jungkook, "Are you okay?" I managed to control myself for his well-being. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Y - You... t - this... I can't even think straight" He pants. "I still want this... with you" Everytime he opened his mouth I felt myself pulsing around him, causing whimpers to slip from his tongue.

I feel the vibrations of chest when I begin to move, he grunts with need, and my body jerks.

"Please keep g-going" He begged, his hands on my hips, and my hips began to move down on top of him, my chest was close to his face while his eyes were solely focused on me.

My hips rock themselves on their own accord, I focus on the way his body reacts, how his eyes try to flutter close but he won't let them.

"I like it when y - you do that" Jungkook leans his head back once more but I grab his jaw and direct his head back to me.

"Tell me what you like, tell me everything you like that I do that makes you feel good" I slowly rolled my hips in the same action and his mouth falls open and that damned groan that could make anyone incredibly horny just from hearing it caused me to do it again.

"T - That, when you go slow like that... I like that a lot" I repeat the action and this time I lift myself and drop on him causing soft whimpers to leave him before he can catch them.

"A - And when you... when you kiss me while you bounce like... Y/n don't stop" Our lips colliding and my lower half continues to connect down onto his.

He closes his eyes when I continue to lift and drop back down in repeated actions and pause to roll my hips down but I tap his cheek.

"Look at me Kookie, don't you think I look pretty when I ride you?" i bite my lip with a smile, knowing it's hard for him to get any clear form of a sentence out.

His eyes are half-lidded like he can't keep his eyes open. He pushes his hair out of his face and kept his eyes locked with mine.

"Mhm, I - I think you look... Y/n you're going to have to stop if you want me to answer you... I can't talk when you feel like this or when you move like that" This only caused me to speed up my pace, my hips rolling in a way which makes his nails pinch into my skin.

I feel myself clenching around him, I would be a fucking liar if I said I didn't feel so good right now.

Every time I feel his cock leave and enter me, my mind can't seem to think of anything else other than driving us both to finish.

I place my hands on his shoulders and this time it's my head being thrown back as I ride him faster and faster, I feel my body let go and enjoy the pleasure and it feels as if I had finally got my fix of a drug as If I was having withdrawals.

His hair was sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes were studying me. They were watching every facial expression I made when I felt him his deeper inside of me each time I dropped down onto him. They study how my body reacts when his hands meet my skin and how my nipples ache to feel his tongue.

He reads me like a book, leaning forward I feel the warmth of his tongue on one of my nipples and my other being rolled between his index and middle finger.

"Fuck how did you..." He manages to get me to say as I roll this time and feel my entire body heat and melt.

I remember how I also read that women gain pleasure from this kind of stimulation... and I like the sounds you make when I do it, do you like it?" Did he not hear me? Or did he just like being told how skilled his tongue was becoming by the minute?

He stares up at me while he continues to swirl his tongue around the bud and squeezes at my other boob, my pussy wraps around him like a vice making him release a string of moans around my nipple and it sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"Shit..." I grind my hips into him at a rhythm that makes him stop and drop his head between my breasts.

His hands instinctively fly to my waist, guiding me at the same pace my hips move. I lift his head by gently grabbing his hair.

"Let me see how good I feel, don't look away from me" I watch the pleasure write itself across his face, his eyes say it all and his moans only encourage me further, he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

My hips buck and he lifts his own to match mine which causes me to grip around him. I felt like cumming on the spot when I felt the warmth oh his tongue on my neck.

Jeon Jungkook was giving me hickies, from my neck to the top of my breasts while he whimpered against my skin as if he couldn't help it.

"Y - You just feel too good... so good" His eyes are slipping closed again but he doesn't let them, his nails dig into my hips and the sting feels so good, my own nails scratch down his chest and abs as I've been wanting to do from the start.

My hands slide up his body to hold onto his muscles and my hips buck faster into his.

Jungkook's breathing was ragged, all over the place, my body was set on eagerness, and I arched my back into into his body. Jungkook wrapped his arms around my waist tighter and brought me closer, I rose my head to face the ceiling, sounds left me almost pathetically.

"I - If you keep moving your hips like that, you're going to make me cum" His jaw tightened, I slid my hand through his brown hair and pulled his head back.

"That's what I want, I want you to cum for me Jungkook" His hips tense below me when his cock throbs inside me, and his face flushes deeply.

Not only was he close but so was I, all I could focus on in that moment was the that stupid cross necklace as if shaking its head at me in disappointment.

"Y/n..." I made sure to watch how he moaned my name and how he squeezed my hips tightly while his hips bucked as I kept going.

He twitched inside of me, no doubt filling the condom and mouth dropped open as I could feel every drop he let out. It caused my body to writhe against his, shuddering while I moaned his name as if it was the only word in my vocabulary.

I dropped my head against him, our bodies felt stuck together, combining into one like they didn't want to be apart from the other.

It took us two minutes to calm down, my chest was heaving against his and my throat felt sore from all the moaning as well as the nice sting from the marks he left on my neck and hips.

Lifting my head to look at his face I wiped the corners of his eyes with my thumbs, ridding the post-sex tears that threatened to fall.

Once he eventually opened his eyes, I took the liberty of checking over him, making sure he was okay.

Once I concluded he was, my attention was brought back to the chain around his neck.

a symbol of innocence, faith, purity.

Combing back his damp hair, I leaned towards his ear, "Think of me when you try and pray your sins away tonight"

Let’s hope his father never comes across this video.

thank you @mikrokosmosjk for waiting so patiently >.<

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A dinner invitation | 방탄소년단

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : After accepting a dinner invitation at your manager’s house, you hadn’t expected what the night would bring, or did you?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Taehyung x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : straight smut :]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : unprotected sex (put some protection on that erection), fingering (f receiving), Tae’s a hoe.

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With a frustrated sigh, you shut the bathroom door and banged your head lightly on it. "Stupid“ You thought over and over. There was no getting away from the facts though, you were as aroused as you’d ever known and needed relief. With trembling-sweating palms you fumbled through your purse for your keys and un-clipped your keychain vibrator at the third attempt, silently thanking God for small miracles. "I can't even control my own hands anymore“ You murmured to herself.

Smiling slightly, you dropped your damp skirt and inched your naked ass onto the cold black marble counter top. Leaning back against the mirror, you spread your thighs and ran your fingers over your dripping clit and closed your eyes as your body trembled at your own touch. You were close...really close to stepping off the edge of bliss. Turing on the vibrator and feeling the pulsating beat dance up your fingers, you felt your body flood with more juices. Bracing a foot against the rim of the sink, you slipped the vibrator into your open, dripping body. Sinking the vibrator back and forth, you fingered your clit and thought of your date.

It had all started with the dinner invitation: just a simple, "Will you have dinner with me sometime?" It was an invitation that should have never been given and never been accepted because of your working relationship. You knew that any relationship between you both had to be nipped in the bud. You smiled wickedly, you liked playing with fire and for once- you were going to play and had accepted the invitation.

Waiting for him to come into the living room from the kitchen, you thought of the man who you hoped would become your lover. Tall for his Asian descent, Taehyung carried himself with a strong sense of pride and joyfulness. Those months of working with him as your manager, slowly built the tension so tight that a knife couldn't cut it and had fellow employees looking at you both with knowing grins. Catching him walking into the room, you watched him move towards you, the dimmed lights making his ink black hair shine with an iridescent blue hue. Your eyes roved over his body taking in the button-up black shirt that hugged the slim muscles of his chest and arms and the tight blue jeans that hugged his hips and outlining the long, muscular thighs and calf of his legs.

"Madam, your whiskey-laced tea" You chuckled as Taehyung handed you a glass coffee cup, his palm and long fingers dwarfing the small cup. "Thank you, Tae" Playfully, you lowered your eyes and peered at him from beneath your lashes, "Now, if I'm guessing right, I think you've been avoiding this question all night, but I need to know why you invited me to dinner tonight”

Taehyung looked at her, really looked. Your shoulder-length, dark brown hair fell gently around your sharp cheek bones that told the story of the native blood that flowed in your veins. The backlight from a lamp cast a soft glow around your face giving you a classic sexy look, but behind your tiny, silver glasses, your dark eyes held his, waiting for his answer. "I think you know Y/n. You know I've asked Erin about you”

". . . and I've seen the women you date" You cut Taehyung off, it was rude, but you wanted answers, and not the answers your friends could give you. "I'm not like them. Taehyung, I know you've talked to Erin, she's told you many times that I'm not someone who takes sex, dating, and all the other stuff that goes with it lightly. I know that she's told you how I feel about myself, which means you know that I'm really insecure about myself and how I look”

"How you look? My God Y/n, your body's perfect!" You raised an eyebrow and looked at his whiskey brown eyes. You knew he was telling you the truth; one of the knacks you acquired over the years was the ability to read people's eyes, and his were just devouring you. Softly he said, "You have a body that a man can fall into Y/n, soft and rounded. Those women you’ve seen me with . . . they mean nothing" Taehyung sat on the couch next to you and leaned his head back against the soft, buttery black leather, "Not anymore” he finished with a distant smile.

You looked though the sliding door of Taehyung’s apartment and stared into the darkened sky beyond the pool. You knew he wasn't lying; you just couldn't bring yourself to accept that someone as good looking and sought after, as Taehyung, would want to become your lover. Still looking out into the distance you took a sip of your laced tea, and nearly killed yourself as you chocked, sputtering your tea all over yourself as Taehyung’s quiet words washed over your musing form. Turning your head sharply, your eyes clashed with his. "Did I hear you correctly?!”

Taehyung smiles, "Yes you heard me correctly" He paused and watched hungrily as your fingers brushed over the drops of tea that had landed on the curved, swollen rise of your breast. Licking his full lips, he groaned softly, not noticing as your eyes glanced to his suddenly flushed face. Slowly you, dipped your fingers into the deep cleft of your breasts made by the confinement of your bra and smiled, reflecting the wickedness and passion your body was starving for. Watching his eyes fix on the fingers that rested between your warm breasts, you whispered his name softly, "Taehyung?"

Taehyung jerked his gaze to meet yours and realized they were focused on his flushed face, he said ; "Have you ever played "I want you to . . .?"

Your mind reeled. You not only knew the game really well, but you knew, personally, the author who originated the game through one of his own erotic stories. As if through a fog, you heard Taehyung’s voice washing over you, "From your look, I can guess that you do know the story, where it comes from, and its meaning”

With a trembling hand, you set what was left of your tea on the small coffee table and looked directly into Taehyung’s eyes and read the promise of what was to come. "Yes. I know the game and the story very well. Mr. Kim is quite a pleasurable writer. He's a very good friend of mine. We met when I complimented him on one of his pieces. From there on it's been a great friendship"

"You know him?"

You looked up and raised your eyebrows, your gaze never leaving his face as he shifted his body toward yours. "What's wrong with that?" You asked quietly, tracing one of the leather buttons on the couch's seat.

"Nothing. I've always wanted to meet him. His stories leave something to the imagination”

You bowed your head and chuckled. You knew how well his stories could lead to the imagination and hoped that you and Taehyung could sometime act them out.

"Well then" He mused aloud in the heavy silence of the apartment, amazed that you knew Mr. Kim and his writings.

"Tae . . ." You scooted closer to him on the couch, your knees touching his thighs as you faced him. Your eyes betrayed your uncertainty at the reaction you received from Taehyung about your online friendship.

Taehyung smiled and reached out to trace your full lips, with his broad tipped fingers, "I was just surprised that you would know someone through e-mail, but you've never met him in person" Trailing off, he leaned forward and kissed your small pert nose. "Now, back to the original concern of tonight, I'm going to make you see that I want you and only you. Do you still want to play?" At your small nod, his smile broadened into a grin. "I want you to kiss me Y/n. Kiss me with all that passion you've been storing up for me at work”

You blushed. You couldn't help it, you thought you had kept your desires in check at work, but apparently Taehyung, and others, had noticed. Shifting once more on the couch, you rose over his lounging form and pressed your lips gently against his warm firm lips and felt them soften as your tongue gently ran a warm, wet line across the seam. With a growl, Taehyung deepened the kiss, his mouth opening on yours. Slipping your tongues into the other’s welcoming mouths you explored, tasted. Shifting your mouth, you coxed his tongue deeper into yours and returned the favor to him. Soon, the kiss spiraled deeper and deeper into heated passion, your mouths and tongues dancing a duel of possession that was as old as time.

With a quiet moan, you lowered your upper body against Taehyungs, your hips pressing into his side, your soft, lush lips closed firmly against his to stop his thrusting tongue from taking possession of the kiss. Chuckling, Taehyung pulled back and rested his head against the back of the couch, his heaving breath mixing with yours in an attempt to breathe. Slowly he ran his hand down your smooth hair, wrapping his fist around it once he reached the layered ends.

You shifted your weight as Taehyung’s hand tightened his possession on you. Grinning, your straight white teeth gleaming, you straddled his thigh, your skirt rising to expose your long toned thighs. "I want you to kiss my neck" Taehyung arched a black eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. Tugging on your hair to bring your head softly to the opposite side of his tilted face, Taehyung’s firm lips caressed your jaw down to the dancing pulse in your throat. Taking a deep breath, Taehyung inhaled your own feminine sent and perfume before he traced your vein with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he clamped his lips and teeth over the vein and felt you responding exclamation of "Oh!" along with the deep grind of your hips against his leg as he suckled the soft, giving flesh.

Letting go of your hair, his mouth lifting from your neck, he shifted their bodies and lowered you onto your back; the leather of the couch sinking as his weight settled over yours. Just as slowly as he lowered your bodies, your hands rose in panic and shoved at his broad shoulders.

"Taehyung . . .?" Your body tensed under his in fear of knowing what he was going to do.

"Sh . . ." His eyes met your own and held your gaze. "All you have to do is say 'Stop' and it all ends" You nodded and tilted your head back as Taehyung lowered his lips once again to the vulnerable skin of your neck.

"You know Y/n..." Kevin whispered as he nibbled and sucked on your ear, "I've wanted to this for the year and a half I've known you. I've always wanted you, even before you became a manager and you turned that sexy I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-think attitude on me” Pulling back from your sweet neck, Taehyung looked into your closed eyes. "You're mine Y/n. Mine." Taehyung lowered his head and sank his teeth into your neck and shoulder muscles, branding you as his and only his by marring the soft, white skin.

Your back arched off the couch, pain mingling with pleasure of having his teeth press onto the soft skin, your hips ground into the hard thigh that pressed you deeper into the couch as you felt his firm mouth suckling your neck. "Ah . . . shit . . . Tae . . ." You murmured as you pulled away from his mouth. You were trembling and your neck felt like it was on fire. Slowly his words came back to you "You're mine--. . ." You laughed and basked in the pleasure of his words even as your fingers came to rest on the tender spot. Just from the low throbbing sensation you felt, you knew you’d have trouble hiding it when you went into work the next day.

"I want you to give me permission to do what I want to your body Y/n. I want total control." Taehyung raised himself from your body and sat at the base of your feet, waiting for an answer and your surrender. You smiled to yourself, a pleased happy smile . . . you were getting what you had wanted ever since you first saw him. Lowering your fingers to the buttons of your blouse, you flicked them open to reveal the black cami, lacey black bra, and creamy white skin underneath. Sitting up, never breaking his gaze from yours, you shrugged off your shirt, tugged the cami over your head and reached to your side to undo the zipper of your skirt.

"Don't. Please, leave it on."

Your hands fell away from your side. Under his intense stare you began to wiggle and squirm. "Tae . . ."

He chuckled and moved to your side, "Take this off." His hands reached out and grasped the black cami's hem and together you raised it over your head, revealing the lacy black bra and the hidden destined pink nipples. "Lay back Y/n, I think it's time to show you what I want." You smiled and lay back on the couch, the black leather caressing your naked back.

Taehyung looked down and let his eyes feast on your perfect body. Your pink nipples stood to attention behind the lace, waiting for the homage he would pay them, your belly, slightly round, dipped into the covered waist and gentle "V" between them. Taehyung laughed and traced a finger around your navel and the silver Playboy Bunny ring that pierced it “I heard that you had this done. Did it hurt?"

"Only afterwards" You laid your hand over his, stopping the circular motion of his fingers. "That tickles” Taehyung smiled as he lifted your hand and placed it on his shoulder. He felt your fingers tighten briefly before they began to rub light circles over the muscles through his shirt. Stretching out beside you, Taehyung pressed an open mouth kiss on the now deep purple teeth mark he left behind.

You arched your neck back into the couch's pillowed arm as Taehyung’s mouth ran a hot, wet trail down your upper chest. "I always wondered what you’d taste like," you heard him murmur against your breast before his mouth closed hot and insistent over the black lace and your nipple. Suckling you deeper, Taehyung felt your hips twist and press and thrust into his. Flicking his tongue across your nipple, he heard you whimper as your fingers dug crescent moons unto his back through the cotton of his shirt.

Taehyung grinned as he looked up at your passionate face, “You taste like the sea" Finding the clasp of your bra in the valley of your breasts, he flicked it open. Looking down, he sucked in his breath. "My god Y/n . . ." he muttered. Your breasts were lightly tanned at the top from your summer in the sun, but the rest of you was creamy white, your areola, a light dusky pink. Your nipples were just perfect and as hard as bullets. With a groan, Taehyung lowered his head again and flicked one nipple at first and then the other, moving his dark head between the tasty fruit. Clamping his teeth once again over the tight buds, he felt your fingers slide into his hair as he bit down gently. Hearing your slight cry of pain, he closed the warm, wet cavern of his mouth over your breasts, softening the love-bite he had given you. Feeling your covered hips push harder into his jeans-covered cock, he suckled her deeper, groaning softly as your hips continued to thrust into his.

You bent your legs slightly and pushed his hips away from you with your hands. Confused, Taehyung pulled away from sucking your breast at your frustrated whimper. With jerky movements, he watched as your fingers grabbed the edge of your skirt and your hips arch as you tugged your skirt above your thighs.

"No, no, no . . ." Taehyung said as the skirt reached a little higher than mid-thigh, and revealed the white thigh-hugging garters. Catching your hands he brought them over your head and held them in his loose grip.

"Y/n, that's my job” You whimpered, low and deep, and opened your eyes to stare into his. You wanted to press yourself against him, first your skirt still stood in your way and now his hands held yours captive, preventing you from lifting the offending skirt.

"Please Tae, oh please." Your hips arched into his, asking, demanding, hell, pleading for what he could give you. Taehyung kissed your breasts one more time and ran his hand down your thigh and back up. Stopping, he fingered the white garter.

"Black and White . . . Purity and Evil . . ." Taehyung shook his head, met your gaze once again and released the hands he held between his fists, "Put my hands where you want them. If we go any further Y/n, you must put my hands where you want them” Taehyung watched as your hand hesitantly came up to rest on his. With a pause, you grasped his hand under yours and moved it to the junction of your thighs, raking your skirt up past the garter belt so your pussy was exposed. Taehyung gasped as he saww you were naked under your skirt. Your pussy, partly shaved, sported a black triangle of curly soft hair, which glistened, wet and inviting.

"You're naked!”

You laughed low and huskily at his exclamation and the shock that masked his passionate face. "Please, Tae” You repeated as you arched your hips into his hand, brushing his still fingers against the dampness. Recovering from the unexpected, but wonderful, shock at finding you naked under the skirt, Taehyung ran his fingers over your swollen lips, slipping his fingers between the warm folds, closing his eyes as he felt the inviting heat.

"You're so wet. Oh, god, Y/n, you feel so good” Finding the nub of your pleasure, Taehyung flicked his finger across it. "Ah . . . Oh!" You cried out as his fingers moved over you, your breath now coming out deep and harsh.

"Please, inside me . . ." Your breath heaved in and out; one hand gripping his arm, the other the back of the couch. "Taehyung . . ." Your plead slipped off into a high moan as he flicked his fingers across your clit again. Your eyes opened and you strained your head off the pillow, "Please . . . put your fingers inside me" The tone of your voice rose and Taehyung smiled. He had never heard you beg for anything before.

His finger tips were now coated in your dew, sliding his fingers down, he found the entrance into your body. Sliding finger-deep inside you, he felt your body's muscles tighten around him. Thrusting your hips up, you forced his finger further inside of you.

"Slow down, we have all night" He murmured but knew you didn't hear him. You were too far gone in pleasure; your face flushed, body gleaming with the sweat from your exertions, his finger gripped tightly by your inner muscles. Smiling, he slipped his finger out of you and grinned when you whimpered in protest. Fingering your clit again he wondered how many of his fingers you could take. Slipping his fingers down again, he slid three into you and felt your body giving a response.

"Oh!" Your eyes opened, bright and glazed over, as his fingers pushed steadily into your tight body. Feeling his knuckles hit your lips he slid them back and thrust them back in. Your body tightened and your thighs clasped his arm tightly. Your whimpers and cries mixed with the wet suction sound of Taehyung’s fingers in your body, causing your pelvis to arch upwards as your hips pistoned faster and faster onto his fingers.

"Oh . . . fuck . . . Tae . . ." Your voice trailed off into a low scream as he lowered his head to take your breast into his mouth. Shifting his weight, he thrust his fingers harder into your body as his teeth closed and tugged at your nipple. He knew you were close, so close that a few more thrusts . . .

Suddenly, like a knife, the classical shrill of his ringing cell phone cut through the tense, passionate atmosphere, causing the both of you to freeze, your eyes locked onto each other. His fingers still inside you, he looked at the chair where his discourteous phone laid. Your breath was low and harsh, your body shaking and trembling around him.

"Tae, it's work, you're on call. You have to take it” Taehyung looked down at you in disbelief. His fingers were still inside your tight, trembling body and you were telling him it was work on the phone? Your muscles tightened around his fingers, your wet heat, your shaking body, still keeping him close to your side.

"Fuck" Taehyung muttered violently, as he pulled his fingers from your dripping body. You whimpered, your hand moving between your legs as his fingers left you.

"This better be good" He bit out as he answered the phone. Turning to face you, he watched as your thighs pressed your hand tighter to your pussy. Trembling still, you sat up. You needed release, needed it badly, a few more thrust of his long fingers and you would’ve cum like never before.

Testing your shaking legs, you stood, proud and half naked before Taehyung. Dropping your gaze down, you stared at the bulge that waited to be released. Licking your lips, you wondered how he would taste.

"He's how much under?" You sighed; this was going to be a long conversation if an employee was under by the five hundred dollars that Taehyung sputtered out. Smoothing your skirt, you grabbed your purse and headed toward the bathroom thinking that this night was completely ruined.

Taehyung sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. The conversation he thought would take so long turned out to last less then ten minutes. Smelling your scent on his fingers, he looked around the living room. He knew you had gone to the bathroom, but you hadn't come back. Eyes narrowed, Taehyung padded softly across the living room to the hallway where the bathroom was, taking off his shirt along the way. Pausing before the door, he eyed it hesitatingly, unsure whether he should open it or not.

"What the . . ." He muttered as he heard your low cry and slowly, his brain recognized the restrained signs of a passionate woman climaxing, "Y/n?" He twisted the door's gold handle. Finding it unlocked, he pushed it open and stopped dead in his tracks. In the far corner of the room, your head was arched back; your legs, still clad in the white garters, were spread open on the black marble counter, your fingers furiously working your clit and a small vibrator into your open wet body.

You were so enthralled with yourself that you didn't hear him open the door. Moving quietly, Taehyung unbuttoned and unzipped his pants; his cock straining to be free of the Levi's and white boxers. Never breaking his gaze from watching you, he dropped his pants and began to stroke himself.

"Now that you're . . .out . . .of . . .your . . .pa . . .pants . . .I. . .” Taehyung froze and your panting dialogue broke off as you moaned long and deep, your hands moving faster over your clit. "I . . . I want your cock . . . Now." You slid the wet vibrator from your body, your sexy, intoxicating sent filled the bathroom; Taehyung moved towards your body, kicking off his pants and boxers as he neared you.

Once in reach, you focused your dazed eyes and reached for Taehyung’s twitching and long, veined cock, and grasped it in your small fist. Pressing his lips to yours, his body shuddered and shook as you slowly started to pump his cock. Slipping his tongue into you mouth, he pulled your hips closer to the counter's edge. Taking his cock from your pumping fist, he rubbed his cock over your pussy lips and clit, feeling you shudder at the feeling of the broad, blunt head as it moved towards the entrance of your waiting body.

"Fuck Me” Simple, powerful, and demanding. Taehyung’s groan of satisfaction from being inside you was drowned out by your scream as he thrust into you. "Fuck, you're so tight . . . ah . . . shit . . .Y/n" his body trembled, his legs shaking, with the effort of supporting his body. Feeling your inner muscles tighten around his cock, milking him closer and closer to climax, he gritted his teeth and grunted. Slamming himself to the hilt, your hips ground into his. With one hand gripping the shower door handle, the other the mirror behind you as you screamed and shook as your climax came over you. Feeling your hips lift, press, and grind hard into his, Taehyung lowered his head and took your tit into his mouth suckling on your deep and long. Feeling your body's muscles relax, he flicked his tongue across your erect nipples and felt your inner muscles clench him tight once again.

Kissing his neck where the shoulder met, you moved your hips against his. Taehyung stopped thrusting, his cock completely covered by your dripping pussy, waiting for your numb, still trembling body to relax it's hold on him. Unconsciously, you tightened your inner muscles, milking his waiting cock and making him growl in frustration. Chuckling slightly, you pressed a kiss to his neck and took a deep breath against his sweaty skin; slowly, you felt your body relax from the climax's grip, tingling as your senses came down from their powerful high. Not wanting to loose the feel of him inside you, you tightened your legs harder around Taehyung’s hips.

"Finish. Fuck me and fuck me hard” You whispered as you locked your feet in the small of his back. You were ready for the bruising ride he was about to give you——and the next orgasm.

Groaning, Taehyung surged back, his cock nearly sliding from your body before he slammed back in. Over and over he pounded into you. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, primitive groans of satisfaction, the tightening of muscles and bodies, Taehyung knew he couldn't last much longer. Feeling you tighten around him once more, he thrust into your dripping body again and felt his body tighten. Pressing his mouth to your arched neck, he trembled and locked his knees as his orgasm began to pump through his body. Panting, he bit your neck and pushed his hips harder into yours as his body fought not to spill his seed to soon. Reaching down between your meshed bodies, he thrummed your clit and felt your locked feet press his hips harder into yours.

"Y/n, cum."

You opened your glazed eyes and met his as he pressed your clit back and then up. Your animalistic scream mixed with his shout of pleasure, as your legs tightened even more around his hips and your small inner muscles milking his cock as he shuddered in release, his seed spurting deep into your body. Relaxing is head on your chest, he felt your short, buffed nails dig into his upper arms as both of your bodies shuddered and trembled.

Now limp, his body still shuddering as it came back to reality, Taehyung rested his head against your breast, kissing the side of it, before licking it, tasting the sweat that dewed your skin.

"Thank you" You whispered as you un-wrapped your aching, quivering legs from around his waist. Your body was just coming back to earth from the three orgasms that you had had that night and a pleasant tingle worked it's way up your body from your toes, making you smile sleepily through half-lidded eyes.

Taehyung looked up into your still glazed eyes and smiled. "My pleasure, my beautiful, passionate Y/n”

Standing on shaking legs, Taehyung pulled out of your body. Picking you up, he carried you from the bathroom and down the hall. "It's not where I planned to have sex with you for the first time, but I'll never forget it” Kissing your forehead, he laid you down on the deep blue feather comforter, joining seconds later.

"Can I ask you something?" Sitting beside you, Taehyung rakes his fingers over your belly and up your chest. You arched a brow, giving your silent assent for him to ask his question. "Why didn't you wait?"

You laughed and rolled over on your side, burrowing your head in the pillow. After a few minutes of laughter to yourself, you rolled back to face him, your sleepy eyes still holding the laughter that you had released into the pillow.

"You left me on the brink of complete sexual satisfaction and you didn't think I wouldn't get myself off?"

"Well," Taehyung’s hand paused under your breast, his voice disbelieving, "You told me to answer the phone”

You laughed impishly at his sour expression. "Don't worry, we have all night, plenty of . . ." Your voice trailed off. You didn't know if you had all night. Hell, you weren’t certain that Taehyung liked you finishing without him.

Smiling, Taehyung climbed into bed beside you, his limp cock growing hard once again. "Yes we have all night as long as I get to watch you masturbate again, if we get to finish playing 'I Want You To,' and if you'll have dinner with me . . . again”

Your full-bodied laugh filled the masculine bedroom at his demands. Slowly, you brought his head down so your lips could caress his. After all, the night had started with a dinner invitation, so why not end it with another one?

Date posted: 13/08/23

𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ♡︎

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Jungkook already disobeyed the rules early in the morning. For that, he needs to be punished

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : sub!Jungkook x fem dom!reader

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : sub!Jungkook, slight nipple play (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), penetration, pet names such as: baby, little one, Kookie, honey

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The sound of birds outside the window eased him into consciousness. It was rare that he was allowed to spend the night, and he knew he'd have to leave soon. But the soft breathing next to him convinced him to stay right where he was, enveloped in the cocoon of sheets and blankets that made up your bed.

You were sleeping on your side, with your back to him. Too tired to think, he rolled to face you. He inched closer, until his chest met your back, and he could feel the contours of your body against his own. The earthy, spiced scent of your perfume wafted its way into his senses, and he sank into the comfort of your aura. He wrapped his arm around your waist. You were a tiny woman; who knew you could hold so much strength and power?

It was a wonderful sensation to feel your body against his own. Jungkook felt as though he couldn't get close enough, despite already holding you in his arms. He bent his arm, and rested his hand on your collarbone. Your skin was softer than silk, and he couldn't help but run his fingertips across your breasts, only barely avoiding your nipples. He heard a breathy, soft moan and almost stopped, but you shifted, pressing your backside against his cock, and any thought of caution left his mind. He brushed his fingers over one of your nipples, nestled his face in the crook of your neck, and kissed you.

Another sleepy moan escaped your lips, and his cock twitched against your ass. He loved pleasuring you, and memories of the night before rolled through his mind. The way you took his cock inside of you, the way you rode him, but especially the way you held him down with nothing more than a word.

He couldn't help himself from pulling you closer to him, firmly pressing his chest to your spine and his hips to yours. He cupped your breast and ran his thumb along your nipple while he kissed and licked your neck. Getting harder with every moment he continued, he began to grind his cock against your soft ass, and moved his hand down towards your pelvis to pull you even closer. His fingers wandered, eventually finding their way to your clit. He circled it slowly, taking his time, and finally touched it lightly, just enough to tease.

The woman next to him, who'd been moaning so soft and sweetly, gasped and bucked her hips against his cock. You were certainly awake, now. But you didn't stop him, and instead started to move in tandem with him, moving your hips against his to create a delicious friction that drove him wild. Jungkook allowed his fingers to abandon your clit, and moved his hand to your inner thigh. He applied a little pressure, and your leg moved with his hand. He lifted your leg up and over his hips, and positioned his cock at the entrance of your soaked pussy.

Before Jungkook could enter you, you grabbed his wrist, and dug your claws in just enough to sting. He froze.

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦?“

You released his wrist and pulled away, then turned to look at him. There was a small smirk on your face, and the glitter in your eyes let him know that he was in for a punishment. He'd learned to read your expressions all too well.

"𝘓𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯”

Nervous, but in far too deep to back out now, he obeyed. You rolled over so that you were facing him and bit his neck. You didn't stay there long, though. You ran her fingers down his chest, over his abdomen, and down to cup his balls. Your lips followed, until they brushed across the tip of his cock and he had an irresistible view of your pussy that the mirror gave him.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦．．．" You lightly licked the tip of his cock. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩．．．" You swirled your tongue around the head in a circle, then kissed it, opening your mouth just enough to fit a tiny portion of him between your lips. "𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥?“

He moaned in agreement, but that wasn't good enough for you. You bit his inner thigh. "𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱”

"𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘠／𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘴．．．"

A breathy, sultry laugh escaped your lips, just before they wrapped around his cock. You licked him while he was inside your mouth, and bobbed your head a little, but only just enough to tease him with the sensation. You released him from your lips, and licked up his shaft, an inch at a time, so lightly he could barely feel it. Jungkook wanted to be inside of you. He needed it. But he knew that he wouldn't convince you to do anything you didn't feel he deserved. And he'd been bad. He accepted his punishment.

You swung your leg over his chest, so that your legs were spread and you were facing away from him, your pussy on full display. Your fingers traveled down your own body to rub your clit, and finally, finally you took his cock down your throat. You moaned around his cock, and took him deeper than usual. The sensation was almost too much, and Jungkook wanted desperately to grab your hips and pull your pussy to his lips. To lick and tease you the way you were teasing him. But he knew you better than that. He knew he could make you cum, that he could make you scream and writhe and completely lose control while he held your hips immobile to his lips, but he also knew you wouldn't give him the chance if he wasn't patient. So he grabbed the sheets with his hands that were so desperate to wander, and bit his tongue to keep it in his mouth.

You moaned again, and began to swing your hips in rhythm with the little circles you were making around your clit, which in turn were in tandem with your strokes on his cock. Your whole body moved as you pleasured yourself on top of him, torturing and teasing him all the while.

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦?“

"𝘠𝘦𝘴．．． 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦．．．"

You slowly rolled up and off of his abdomen, so that you were kneeling straight up over his now-wet chest.

"𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮”

Jungkook moaned at the thought, remembering all the times before this that you’d done just that. You lifted your leg and got down on all fours with your ass still facing him.

"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺”

He sat up and moved behind you, trying desperately to keep his cool. Jungkook ran his hand over your backside, up your spine, and over your shoulder, only to lean down and cup your breast in one hand as he slid inside of you. You were warm and wet, and your pussy clenched tight around his cock as he filled you up. You moaned and twitched; you’d been teasing yourself as much as you’d been teasing him, and you were loving every second of it.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴”

Moving his hand down to play with your clit, he fucked you as slowly as he could stand. He felt the heat moving its way through his body, felt the pressure building as you began to shake from the pleasure he was giving you. He wanted to obey. He kept himself as calm as he could as he continued to slide in and out of you. Your moans were getting louder and louder, and you started moving with him, driving his cock into you harder and faster. You were so close. He could feel it in the way that your pussy was clenching his cock. You went down to rest on your chest instead of your hands, shuddering, so close to exploding. The difference in the angle was tortuous to endure, but he kept going. You were panting heavily, and could barely speak, but you always told him exactly what you wanted.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱”

Jungkook knew you were close, he'd been close for too long, himself. He thrust into you, harder and faster, hoping against hope that he'd be able to maintain some semblance of control. You screamed, your body seizing up, and your pussy clenching him in waves as you came, soaking his cock even more. He pumped harder, and finally exploded as deep inside of you as he possibly could, filling you up until your pussy dripped with his cum.

You collapsed onto the bed, and he followed, both of you exhausted. He stared at the ceiling, panting, and trying to recover.

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘠／𝘯．．．?“

"𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺．．．" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥， "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵”

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 (1) － 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 + 𝘩𝘤𝘴 + 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦

𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬

↳ from the age of seven, Jungkook has never once missed a day of delivering your daily paper crane

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 : きたない 📍

𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 (2) － (M) 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 + 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵

𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

↳ Jungkook already disobeyed the rules early in the morning. For that, he needs to be punished

𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 (3) － (M) 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 + 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵

𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍

↳ Jungkook just wants to take care of you and if that means he needs to join you in the bath then so be it

𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪, 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬

－ (M) 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 + 𝘧𝘪𝘤 + 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 + 𝘰𝘵5

𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 [𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1/2]

↳ having to teach the lowest and failing class in school, you have to find a way to keep their attention and their grades up but it won’t be easy

𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪, 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬

－ (M) 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 + 𝘧𝘪𝘤 + 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 + 𝘰𝘵5

𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 [𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 2/2]

↳ having to teach the lowest and failing class in school, you have to find a way to keep their attention and their grades up but it won’t be easy

𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 : 🧸ྀི ✩˖ ࣪‧₊

𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 (4) － (M) 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 + 𝘧𝘪𝘤 + 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜

↳ Jungkook, the headmaster’s son, is just trying to make it through school unnoticed but with his academic smarts and undeniably good looks it’s no surprise when he gains the attention of a certain student

𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 (1) － (M) 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 + 𝘧𝘪𝘤 + 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

↳ After accepting a dinner invitation at your manager’s house, you hadn’t expected what the night would bring, or did you?

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got7 － 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 + 𝘩𝘤𝘴 + 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴．

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 : me n my silly lil thoughts / rambles

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒙 : answering asks / stuff in my inbox .ᐟ‪‪‬

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : messages from u pretties .ᐟ‪‪‬

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 .ᐟ‪‪‬ : talking to mooties .ᐟ‪‪‬

ʚ𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄ɞ : answering / talking to nonnie’s .ᐟ‪‪‬

-ˋˏ✄ 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏’’ : blurbs / drabbles that I think of .ᐟ‪‪‬

*:･ﾟ✮ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 : important things / 4 my blog

ᝰᏪຊ : my widdle squibbles

〆 .𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 読む : saved to read later .ᐟ‪‪‬

∞༺♡༻✧ 3 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 .ᐟ‪‪‬ : thoughts I have at ungodly hours

𐙚 ˚ . 私のスター ˎ 𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 .ᐟ‪‪‬ : talking abt my love, itoshi ♡

𐙚 ˚ . 私の太陽 ˎ 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊 .ᐟ‪‪‬ : talking abt my love, fushiguro ♡

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ‪‪‬ : reblogs .ᐟ‪‪‬

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 𝒄𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 : navi .ᐟ‪‪‬

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 : unholy thoughts ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝒋𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 : all jjk sfw posts

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒋𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 成人向け : all jjk nsfw posts

𝐽𝑈𝐽𝑈𝑇𝑆𝑈 𝐾𝐴𝐼𝑆𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑈.ᐟ : all jjk smau posts, nsfw + sfw

𝒿𝒿𝓀 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ : all jjk moodboards, nsfw + sfw

 ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶  𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 : all bllk sfw posts

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 成人向け : all bllk nsfw posts

𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑈.ᐟ : all bllk smau posts, nsfw + sfw

𝒷𝓁𝓁𝓀 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ : all bllk moodboards, nsfw + sfw

⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆ 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂 : all bnha sfw posts

‧₊˚✩彡  𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂 成人向け : all bnha nsfw posts

𝑀𝐻𝐴 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑈.ᐟ : all mha smau posts, nsfw + sfw

𝒷𝓃𝒽𝒶 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ : all bnha moodboards, nsfw + sfw

⋆♱✮♱⋆ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏 : all csm sfw posts

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏 成人向け : all csm nsfw posts

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝐴𝑊 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑈.ᐟ : all csm smau posts, nsfw + sfw

𝒸𝓈𝓂 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ : all csm moodboards, nsfw + sfw

₊˚✩⊹ 𝒕𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 : all tr sfw posts

𝓉ℴ𝓀𝓎ℴ 𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃ℊℯ𝓇𝓈 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ : all tr moodboards, nsfw + sfw

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌𝒚𝒖.ᐟ‪‪‬.ᐟ‪‪‬ : all haikyu!! sfw posts

𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓀𝓎𝓊.ᐟ‪‪.ᐟ‪‪‬𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ : all haikyu!! moodboards, nsfw + sfw

-; ✧˖*°࿐ 𝒃𝒕𝒔 : all bts sfw posts

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜𝒃𝒕𝒔 成人向け : all bts nsfw posts

きたない 📍: all 18+ posts

‧₊˚🖇️ : all sfw posts

‧₊˚ 🔗 : scrap parts

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