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well finally i posted part 7 💀

m.i.l.f (7)

your life continues to change as your son ignores you, jungkook refuses to be ignored and the father of your son forces his way back into your life.

word count: 8.615

warning: manipulative tactics, dirty talk, smut, nipple sucking/pinching, dry humping, fingering, possessive/jealous jungkook, spitting, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, impregnation kink,

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“And he's sooo hot.” Su-mi says, her eyes sparkling as she speaks about Dash. “He knows how to change a tire!”

“Really?” In-su asks, furrowing his brows. 

“Oh wow,” Su-Jin, Su-mi’s elder brother, waves his hands up. “he knows how to change a tire.” he scoffs, mocking his sister's voice.

Jungkook glances at his cousins, unmoving. 

Su-mi frowns, turning her attention to her brother. “He knows how to do a lot of things.” she murmurs, tone darker. “Can you even change a tire?”

“Why would we need to know how to change a tire?” In-su asks, actually confused. His lips slowly form a smile before he begins to laugh. “That isn’t our job. We pay people to do that.”

Su-mi rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “And that’s why he’s hot.”

“Because he can change a tire?” In-su blinks.

Su-mi jerks her head. “Well, duh?” she says. “I got a flat and the mechanic said it’d be an hour and he just changed it himself. I didn’t even know I had a spare or a jack in the trunk!”

Jungkook listens to Su-mi speak, going on and on about Dash and what he can do  - change a tire and apparently, even her oil. The more she speaks of Dash, it only tells Jungkook just how spoiled the Jeon children have become - even in their adulthood. They never had to truly do anything. Changing tires, as simple as it sounded to some, was a skill that was deemed useless in learning. He hadn’t learned until a year ago and that was because he was embarrassed himself when Dash had to change his.

Of course, prior to going to college alongside Dash, Jungkook had the same views. But now, it seems laughable that something so simple like changing a tire has his cousin's head over heels.

Maybe it truly was the simple things in life.

“He’s broke.” Nari deadpans. She looks up from her round glasses and snickers. “That’s why he knows how to do all those things.”

Jungkook glances Nari’s way. Her hair is tucked neatly behind her ear - and freshly dyed back black after recently being blond. Her eyebrows are hard as always, appearing as if she’s forever scowling - which wasn’t technically a lie.

Su-mi doesn’t look her cousin’s way. “And he’s nice-”

“So a little bit of kindness has you opening your legs.”

“What the fuck is your issue?” Jungkook speaks after nearly an hour of silence.

“He speaks.” In-su claps his hands. 

“What’s yours?” Nari lifts a hand Jungkook’s way.  “You’ve been awfully silent since you’ve arrived, cousin.”

Jungkook knows he should have skipped this week’s dinner. He had a lot going on.

Firstly, Jungkook hasn't seen you or Dash for a month. That was saying a lot seeing as Dash was his roommate, but the man had made it his personal mission to not cross paths with him. Everything he does know about Dash is from Su-mi - who he has to beg to get any information out of her.

As for you, you had ignored him completely, and though Jungkook isn’t entirely blaming you, it still hurts. You ignored his calls, messages and refused to answer the door when he arrived - all but once. The look on your face - the hurt, the regret. The guilt. It all came crashing down. You had told him to go - that it was over and you didn’t want to see him again.

No matter what Jungkook did, you didn’t want to see him.

“I’m not the one being negative, Nari.” Jungkook murmurs. “Just let her talk about her boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? Is that what he is?” Nari chuckles with a shake of her head. She raises her eyebrows a bit. “How long until she sends this one to the mental hospital?”

“Nari,” Su-jin sighs. “enough.”

Su-jin could be an asshole, especially when it came to his sister's choice of men, but whoever this Dash person was (was that his government name?) he didn’t seem as bad as the others. Or bad at all.

“You’re a bitch.” Su-mi snickers, now finally looking at Nari’s way. “And you’re jealous-”

“Of who?” Nari quips, offended. “Of you and your peasant-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jungkook snaps. “Just please shut the fuck up, Nari. It isn’t that serious who she dates.”

The room is silent. Su-jin and In-su share glances at one another while Su-mi rolls her eyes. Her legs are crossed and she’s bouncing one leg up and down rhythmically. Nari raises her eyebrows at her cousin, unphased by his outburst.

“Who pissed in your crappy cereal this morning?” Nari scoffs. “Are you friends with her broke boyfriend or something?”

Jungkook stretches his shoulders. He had no real interest in being around his cousins now and he was ready to leave. When the hell dinner was starting, he had no idea, but it was taking too fucking long.

“Let me guess, you met at the college you attend?” Nari continues like she always does. Her eyes follow Jungkook as he stands. “You surround yourself with such…”

“I’ve seen those pictures Namjoon had to scrape from the internet, Nari.” Jungkook speaks. At the words, Nari’s eyes slightly widened, but she didn't seem fazed. Possibly it was to not raise too many questions. “You’ve opened your legs to more than enough men and you have no right to judge Su-Su.”

“Ha,” Su-mi laughs aloud. “bitch.” 

“I’m leaving.” Jungkook mutters, dress shoes hitting against the pristin floor.

“Why?” In-su calls after him. “You always ruin things Nari.”

“Fuck off.” Nari murmurs, her eyes casted on the ground.

Their grandfather’s estate was unnecessarily large, but he also did house staff that worked there. As he makes his way out of one of the many studies, he’s strolling down the hall where he sees familiar faces of his childhood.

“Kook!”

It’s Su-mi’s voice trailing behind him. Her heels click against the floor as she reaches him. 

“Why are you leaving?”

“I’m not in the mood today.”

Su-mi frowns. Jungkook has never been in the mood - not since that night.

“Wanna talk?”

Jungkook stops in his tracks and turns to her. Su-mi has never cared about anyone enough to actually talk to them about what they were feeling. He ponders if being around Dash had actually changed her like it had him over the years.

“We can talk about how to fix your little problem…” she sing-songs, lowering her voice so the passing staff doesn’t hear them.

Jungkook finds himself in another study with Su-mi. He sits lazily against a leather chair, legs spread as she talks.

“So,  for one, you’re not shit.”

Jungkook blinks. “Excuse  me?”

“You’re fucking your best friends mother.” Su-mi deadpans, then scoffs. “You aren’t shit for that, Kook.”

“You’re acting like I befriended him just to fuck his mom. It’s more complicated than that.” Jungkook hisses. “I actually love her.”

Su-mi leans against the mahogany table and crosses her arms. She watches her cousin a bit, studying his features. 

“Your lack of maternal figure is showing.” Su-mi says, only joking a bit.

“That makes two of us.” Jungkook waves her off. “Your lack of,” he raises his hands to do air quotations. “maternal figure caused you to be a stuck-up bitch up until now.”

Su-mi laughs. She’s never one to feel insulted by whatever Jungkook says. It’s just banter.

Nari, however, always struck a nerve in her that only she was capable of doing. 

“Enough of this, cousin. I said I was going to help you and I plan on it.” Su-mi’s manicured hands begin to tap against the table.

“Do you actually like Dash?”

Jungkook leans forward a bit, dark eyes matching her own. 

“Of course I do.” Su-mi shrugs. “It’s hard when you’re not the only one.”

“How so?” 

“Whoever Hana is,” Jungkook snorts as Su-mi continues. “-she’s always calling or texting him.”

“That look in your eyes tells me you’re planning something.” Jungkook leans back, now more relaxed. “We’re both planning something, aren’t we?”

Su-mi shrugs. She’s never had to fight for a man’s attention before. She’s never really understood where she stands with Dash. He was kind to her - but also kind to everyone else that she felt as if she was everyone else; just a platonic figure in his life.

“You can try telling Dash that you like him. He isn’t…like us.” Jungkook hoped he was getting his point across without having to come out and say it. “He’s nice.”

“Are you giving me dating advice?” Su-mi scoffs. “Besides, Dash knows I like him. It’s the other girls around him that don’t seem to get the hint. What if-”

“Don’t.” Jungkook shakes his head. “act too fucking crazy.”

“Crazy is slamming my car into someone else's, beating them and pretending nothing happened.” Su-mi retorts.

Jungkook is taken aback.

Oh. 

Su-mi must’ve been snooping around in Namjoon’s files again.

Jungkook clears his throat. “That’s different.”

“Sure it is, cousin.” Su-mi crosses her arms. “You do what you do, and I do what I do.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. He remains silent because, in the end, Su-mi was correct. In a way. She was going to do whatever she wanted regardless - and so was he. His mind was racing with ways to get back into your life without being too overbearing, but his options were slowly running out.

“What are you thinking about doing?” Jungkook questions after a few moments of silence and intense Jeon-like staring. 

“None of your concern.” Su-mi retorts. “We need to discuss what you’re going to do.”

You were nearly done with a bottle of wine when you heard the banging at your front door. Your heart had nearly leaped out your chest, your body flinching upwards. You almost dropped your newly poured glass of wine at the excessive knocking.

For some reason, your mind told you just who it was behind the door. 

After that eventful night with Jungkook, Dash had refused to look your way. He ignored your phone calls and pleading messages. When he did come home, it was never to visit you like he always had. 

The dinners you always adored making for him came to an end as you always spent them alone.

You had no one to blame but yourself for the way your son was reacting. You couldn’t even blame Jungkook - he was the same age as your son. How would he have reacted if he caught his mother and best friend entangled together? 

As much as you loved Jungkook, you couldn’t continue on with any form of relationship with him. Maybe completely cutting him off wasn’t the answer, but going on as if your life wasn’t ruined by this would just be lying to yourself and him.

The knocking doesn’t stop. You didn’t want any unwelcome attention from your neighbors when the knocks turned to loud bangs, the door handle jiggling due to the impact.

You don’t undo the top lock when you open the door just a crack, your eye coming face to face with the same man you’ve been avoiding. Your outdoor light remains on at night and you can see him perfectly.

“Mommy…”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You didn’t need this now. You were going through enough.

“Go home, Jungkook.” you sigh out, opening your eyes to look at him. “You can’t be here.”

“I just want to talk.” You smell the alcohol in his breath and for a moment, you’re concerned. Did he drive here in such a state? “Let me in.”

“I can’t.” you shake your head. Your heart starts to pound. What if Dash comes and finds Jungkook here? Granted, he doesn’t come over like he does before, but knowing your luck, tonight would be the night. “You have to go, Jungkook, please-”

Jungkook’s hands, balled into fists, crashing onto your door once more. You gasp at the sudden action, flinching away with wide eyes. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Jungkook spits, his dark eyes staring right at you. “Are you just going to throw me away as if I mean nothing to you?”

Your hand squeezes around the door knob. “It isn’t like that.” you plead.

“Then what is it?”

Jungkook’s voice was increasing. His hand, now open palmed, tries to push the door open, but it doesn’t go far due to the latched lock. 

“I love you, mommy. Was everything just sex to you?”

At the sound of Jungkook’s cracked voice, your heart jolts. 

“Jung-”

“You kept me around just to fuck you, huh?” Jungkook scoffs, the crack in his voice gone and replaced with the anger from before. “I was nothing but a young motherfucker with stamina to fulfil your needs-”

“Stop!”  you hiss. “It’s my fault Dash doesn’t want anything to do with either of us, Kookie. I…I shouldn't have-”

“Taken advantage of me?”

Jungkook may be a bit drunk, but he’s fully aware that he’s being unreasonable. He was young, yes, but he wasn’t a naive individual. It was him who pursued you and (somewhat) forced you into the sexual relationship that you and he shared. His long obsession towards you has grown into something he feels as he can no longer control  - nor give up.

“You had to have known that I loved you, mommy.” Jungkook’s voice drops. “The way I fuck you…does that feel like someone who just wants you for sex? The way I suck on your breast…or eat that sweet pussy of yours as if it’s the finest delicacy I’ve even consumed?”

Close the door, your mind is screaming at you. When Jungkook speaks like this, you always end up in a situation you shouldn’t be in.

“You knew I loved you, Mommy, and you used that to your own advantage.” 

Jungkook’s eyes connect with yours, unmoving. Unblinking. His lip, rosy and plump, tremble. And without warning, tears shed from his eyes.

It takes you a few moments to process the change of emotions, but when  you do, you don’t think of what you’re doing. You close the door just to unlock it seconds later, to then open it fully. 

Jungkook falls into your arms, his face in your neck. You feel the droplet of tears hit your skin as the man sobs. His arms wrap around you, holding you close to him. 

“I’m sorry, mommy.” Jungkook hiccups, inhaling your perfume that he missed so much. He doesn’t want to let you go, afraid that you’d push him away and never allow him to be close once more.

You managed to bring Jungkook inside far enough to shut the door. You knew you were going to regret this. But you still had empathy, and witnessing Jungkook cry had tugged on your heart strings. He’s holding you so tight as he sobs in your neck, more drunk than you thought he was.

“Kookie…” you trail off, trying to find the correct words to not further upset him. 

“You don’t love me.” Jungkook sniffles.

“I do love you!” you insist. You manage to push Jungkook away from you enough so that you can grasp his face in your hands. His eyes are so sad as they look at you, glossy and full of despair. “But…you know we can’t continue doing this, Kookie…Dash hasn’t spoken to either of us.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, sniffling. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. As much as he loved Dash as his friend - dare he even say a brother ironically - he loved you just as much. He isn’t sure what he’d do if you didn’t look past this. He doesn’t want to be too unreasonable, but he’s positive that if taken down that route, he’d have to be. 

“I shouldn’t have done this. I’m at complete fault.” you sigh. Your thumb rubs along Jungkook’s tear-stained cheek. “I…you know we can’t.”

Jungkook blinks. He straightens his shoulders. He swallows the lump in his throat, his adam’s apple bobbing. He’s so still, you think, and you’re pondering what is going through his mind at this moment. 

Without a warning, Jungkook’s hand reaches up to capture yours on his cheek. His palm is so warm against yours. His eyes are intense, staring straight through you. 

“One last time.” Jungkook murmurs, eyes never moving from yours. “One last time…then we’ll leave whatever we had in the past.”

You remove your hand from his cheek. You glance away from Jungkook and take a short breath. “That isn’t a good idea, Kookie.”

“Just one…” Jungkook murmurs again. He steps closer to you, the liquor still in his breath. Your heart pumps with guilt knowing that he must've been drinking because of you and this whole ordeal. “…then…I’ll go.”

Jungkook knows full well that he’s lying. No part of his body had any intention of leaving you behind. The next five years of his life had been strictly planned out - and you and Dash are a part of it. 

However, Jungkook also wants to see how you truly feel about this. You could deny him like you’ve been doing - push him away and be adamant about leaving the relationship behind. 

Or…

You’d allow Jungkook’s wandering hand to wander into your satin robe, feeling the plump breast he’s been missing. You’d close the gap between the two of you, a soft moan coming between sweet, parted lips. 

Just how you were reacting now.

There’s something wrong with you, you think. Even though you’re fully aware that this is wrong on all accounts, your body still wants Jeon Jungkook. 

It isn’t hard for Jungkook’s greedy hands to find your bare breast, his palms rubbing against your perky nipples. Goosebumps immediately prickle onto his arms, his breathing hitching. 

“I missed you so much, mommy.” Jungkook gasps, leaning down to capture your lips on his own. “I know you missed me.”

You hated how true Jungkook’s statement was. You had missed his possessive hands on you. You’ve never been with a man that was completely doting on you, assuring that you were pleasured just as much, or even more, than him. It was truly unfortunate that it had to be your son's friend out of all people.

Jungkook and you are entangled in each other’s arms, lips never parting as you and he stumbled back into your living room.

 You drop onto your suede couch, Jungkook hovering above you. Your robe is already open and falling down your shoulder now, your breast fully exposed and your lacy panties teasing him. It’s though you knew he’d be here tonight, Jungkook thinks. 

“I can’t believe you want me to go without sucking on your tits, mommy.” Jungkook grumbles, settling between your legs and lowering to your breast. He presses soft kisses on your nipple, giving it attention it hasn’t received from him in a long time. 

A short moan releases from parted lips. Your eyes watch as Jungkook’s lips wrap around your nipple, his eyes flickering up to meet yours just in time for his tongue to poke out. He assures to grasp your other breast in his palms, pads of his thumbs rubbing over it teasingly. 

You want to squeeze your eyes shut and tear them away from Jungkook, but you cannot. With how handsome he was, eyes a bit red and glossy from his tears, mixed with the flushness of his cheeks. The way those same glossy eyes were swarming with lust as he suckled onto your nipple greedily, popping it in and out of his mouth. He does the same onto the next one, a bit of drool falling from the corner of his lips. The act is so obscene - yet your panties stick to you sickly. 

“You’re doing so good for mommy.” you murmur, falling deeper into the trap that is Jeon Jungkook. And hand rests onto the back of his head to keep him against your breasts and Jungkook doesn’t have a problem with it.

There’s something in Jungkook’s heart - and pants - that leaps at the sound of your voice. His drunken mind is jumping with joy at the thought of being good for you. That you were happy with him now that he sucks onto your nipple harder, squeezing your other breast in his palm.

The slight cry of pleasure you let out only fuels Jungkook further. His index and thumb finger pulls at your free nipple, pinching and tugging it just the way he knows you like it. His eyes watch yours dance with pleasure, your eyes rolling and teeth tugging onto your plump lips.

“You’re so hot, mommy,” Jungkook says, muffled against your nipple. “you love when I suck on your tits.”

“I do love it.” you admit, face warm. 

If Jungkook could bury his face into your chest and suck onto your tits for hours, he would. But he understands that he couldn’t - he had business to take care of first. He had to assure you were his in the long run.

“I know you’re wet, mommy.” Jungkook removes your hardened bud to trail his hand down your body to your panties. He taps the spot between your legs, the moist stickiness not passing by him. “Your pussy wants all my attention.”

Jungkook’s hands work their way into your panties, not waiting for any sign of approval. What more did he need? They were practically open and begging for him!

Jungkook’s fingers dance along your clit, rubbing the swollen bud in circular motions. He lifts his lips from your nipple, saliva sloppily trailing down his chin. He turns his attention to your pussy, his throat making an animalistic groan you’ve never heard before.

“Who’s going to play with your pussy if not me, mommy?”

Another gasp comes from your lips as Jungkook’s fingers continue to rub onto your clit. His words are so dirty, you think, and so were you. You were desperate for someone to take control of you that you were allowing Jungkook back into your life again after you swore you wouldn’t.

“Who’s going to fuck you as good as I would?” Jungkook continues, fingers inching towards your clenching hole now. “You really think someone else could handle you like me, mommy? Fill you so well that you’re begging for more?”

“N-No!” 

Jungkook allows his fingers to enter you. You’re so wet, drenching all over your couch that he slides right in perfectly. He waste’s not a single second before he’s pumping them into your hot pussy. No video he has of you - that he finds himself watching every night - would ever be better than the real thing. To feel your wet, tight pussy around his fingers - and soon cock - is better than anything he’d ever experience in his bed alone.

“That’s right, mommy, no one else could give you what I could.” Jungkook hisses, free hand tearing off your panties. He has to see your pussy up close and personally. He has to see just how wet and willing you are for him and him alone. “God, look at you, mommy. You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”

Of course you had. Jungkook has given you the best sex you’ve had in years. His young body had allowed the stamina a man your age wouldn’t have that has your pussy begging for him. Your vibrator could do but so much.

“I missed your pretty pussy, too.” Jungkook shoots his hands out, hissing when your pussy squeezes. “I missed the way you’d cum all over my tongue, mommy.”

Jungkook wasn’t going easy on you, you think. He forces himself off of the couch and onto his knees, his hands hooking beneath your knees to drag you to the edge. He forces your thighs apart with both hands, caging them underneath your knees again before spitting onto your clit. The action causes your eyes to widen, but Jungkook only laps it up with his tongue.

Jungkook devours your cunt like it’s his final meal. His head bobs back and forth, tongue dipping between your folds and suckling onto your already swollen clit. He has a grip on your legs, assuring you don’t try to deprive him of this moment - a moment he missed so much. Sober him loves your pussy as it was, but emotionally drunk him was absolutely obsessed.

You don’t want to watch Jungkook between your legs. He groans and moans, sloppy wet noises echoing off your once quiet walls. Him between your legs was truly an obscene sight that would be forever caged in the back of your mind.

“Fuck, Kookie, that feels good!” you gasp, arching your back. How were you ever supposed to leave him be when he is this good with his tongue?

Jungkook doesn’t respond, instead continuing to lap between your pussy. His right hand lets go of your leg to squeeze your exposed ass. His nails dig into the flesh, forcing his tongue deeper against your clit.

Jungkook himself doesn’t understand how he’s supposed to end all of this. To let this go and go back to a life where you and Dash aren’t in it. It’s impossible, he thinks. Completely out of his control.

As a Jeon, he never did not get what he wanted in the end. Was his path now a bit harder since Dash knows? Absolutely. It was going to take time to get used to,  of course. But once Dash understood that his life would change profusely with him - and with or without his cousin - then everything from there would just fall into place.

Jungkook’s chin is soaked and he’s determined to eat you up until you’re cumming. It was the only right thing to do to assure you understood his place in your life. Leave a mark that would be untouchable by any other man.

Your hips unknowingly grind against his tongue. Your head is pushed back and eyes fluttering. Your mouth is slightly agape to let out strangle, desperate moans. 

Jungkook watches you as his tongue works your swollen clit. If he could watch you cum with pleasure all day, he would. It was one of his favorite hobbies now. To pleasure you until you’re shaking with it, begging for him to stop because it was all too unbearable to handle.

“-gonna cum!” you squeal out, your toes curling. 

Jungkook hums against you, eyes shining with delight. How beautiful you are, he thinks. No man deserves to witness this side of you. He ponders if the man he had Namjoon arrested had doted on you like this. Had he made you cum so hard that there were tears in the corners of your eyes?

Had Lee Dae? An arrogant prick like him would never put your needs before his own, Jungkook thinks, and this is why he’s the best man for this position of loving you.

Your orgasm hits you harder than it should have; the hardest it’s had since the last time you’ve been with Jungkook. 

Jungkook lifts his mouth from your clit, licking his lips as you ride off your high. He lays his head against your thigh for a moment, watching you. 

Only for a brief moment, does Jungkook’s mind think of Su-mi’s words from earlier. He hadn’t bothered to stay long enough to see his grandfather and eat with his family, but he also hadn’t cared. He couldn’t bring himself to be around his family at a time like that where his emotions were getting the best of him.

“What are you thinking about?” 

Jungkook blinks a few times until his eyes registers your face. He takes a deep breath, lifting his head from your thighs. 

“How much you hate me now.” Jungkook responds, slightly pouting his lips. 

You roll your eyes. You want to call his response childish, but what more did you expect from a man the same age as your child? Instead, you shake your head. “I don’t hate you, Kookie. You know that.” 

“Do I?” Jungkook asks. “You refused to talk to me. You nearly closed the door in my face earlier!”

“Take your dick out.” you say, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “I won’t keep explaining myself to you if you refuse to listen.” 

Eyes widening, Jungkook further pouts - but he does as you ask him to. He peels his clothing off, discarding them without a care around your living room floor. You take a deep breath, eyes following down to the sculpted body he possesses. He never was going to make it any easier for you was he?

“I see that I’m nothing but a good fuck to you.” Jungkook murmurs, throwing his underwear off and coming closer to your already naked body. “Use me and throw me aside as if I’m nothing.”

Jungkook positions himself between your legs, rubbing the tip between your folds. You bite your lips, swallowing. Your eyes flicker from his cock to his face, finding the flush color on his cheeks to be cute.

“You’re drunk, Kookie.” you murmur as his left hand, warm to the touch, slides up your outer thigh and lays onto your hip. “You’re just spewing nonsense.”

“Am I?” Jungkook grunts, centering his cock at your hole. “You hate me, mommy, just admit it.”

Jungkook enters you before you could respond, one quick thrust that fills you perfectly. 

You groan loudly, walls squeezing around Jungkook’s cock almost instantly. You swallow the lump in your throat, your own cheeks warming up. 

It hasn’t been long since you last felt Jungkook in you and you told yourself that you surely could survive without him. But having his cock inside you now just reminds you what you’re going to be without for now on.

“I-I don’t hate you!” you groan as Jungkook begins to thrust forward and then back out, your warm walls squeezing him to keep him close. “We shouldn’t be doing this anymore…”

This angers Jungkook, though he knows it’s the obvious solution. His grip on your hip tightens and his own hips begin to thrust forward with such speed that it has your back slamming against the couch. His eyes are glaring down at you, but not with fury at you and your decision, but the circumstance that he’s in. He has gotten sloppy when it comes to meeting with you. He should have been keeping up with Dash to see what he was doing and where he was at, but he allowed you to consume him entirely.

“It’s not fair.” Jungkook grunts, his cock springing in and out of your wet, squelching pussy with such ease. How he missed fucking you raw like this - being able to feel every ounce of arousal that pours out of you. “Why should anyone else get to fuck you?” he exclaims.

Watching Jungkook above you, eyes dark with frustration and lust, fucking you as if it’s been years with such anger is truly a sight. His biceps flex as he holds you, dark hair sticking to his forehead. He has a look of deep concentration on his face.

“I’ve waited so long, mommy. Shouldn’t I be the one to fucked you forever?”

Jungkook finds you so gorgeous beneath him. Your breast bouncing, nipples hard and suckable. Your face drawn with pleasure, your teeth clamping down on your lips as your eyes flutter in an attempt to stay open. Your pussy clenches around his cock so tightly, arousal pouring out and coating your thighs entirely. If he could, he would capture this moment forever to be reminded of how lovely you looked in any given moment.

“You know…you know it’s complicated.” you moan. Jungkook feels your hands on his chest now. He inhales deeply, coming closer to you. You smell so nice to him - always has. He hovers above your face, enjoying the way your hand roams upwards to cup his cheek. Your chest is pressed against his.

“So you don’t love me.” Jungkook murmurs, leaving against your cheek. His lengthy cock grinds inside of your squeezing walls. 

“I do!” you whine, your other arm wrapping around Jungkook’s chest. Your warmth entangles with his and due to the closeness, you can still smell the faint liquor on him. “I do love you, Kookie…” you say - and you do mean it. Jungkook has been a part of your life because of Dash for years. Each passing moment, you begin to regret putting him in this position of feeling unwanted.

Your squelching pussy is so embarrassingly loud for him, showcasing just how much you missed him. You don’t even enjoy the way you’re moaning right now - so needily. It wasn’t going to be easy for him to stay away from you if you always allowed him in you with open arms - but he knew exactly how to fuck you just right. His cock plunging deep in you at such a disrespectful pace that has you creaming around him.

“I love you, too, mommy.” Jungkook sighs, pressing a kiss against your lips that grows heated. His tongue fights along yours possessively as his hips continue to grind. The couch is no match for his rough thrusting, the legs scrapping aggressively against the hardwood floor. “Wanna fuck you all night and show you how much I love you.”

This was wrong.

This was wrong.

But Jungkook always fucks you so right, cock drilling deeper and deeper. He hits the same spot with such perfection that you couldn’t think about anything else but this - of him fucking you at every given chance. 

There’s many positions that Jungkook puts you in that he adores. He loves when you take control, your hips rising and falling onto his cock - that’s always hard and ready for you to take him. To have your breast pouncing in his face while his mouth tries desperately to capture your nipple. Or to have you face down while he fucks you from behind, your ass slamming against his abdomen - such a beautiful sight that he has ingrained in his mind. 

Missionary would have to be Jungkook’s top favorite - at least top 3; and he adored a lot. He gets to be close to you. Feel your chest against his, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He hears you perfectly, grunting and groaning while your pretty face looks so fucked out. He gets to hold you close to him, the touch of your soft skin is just added pleasure.

Jungkook is utterly obsessed with you, that part is obvious.

“-‘gonna cum!” you squeal, voice so high-pitched that it even catches you off guard. “Fuck, Kookie,”

Jungkook captures your lips with his own needily, needing to taste you. To savor your touch while he still can before he has to make drastic changes in his - and your - life. 

“-hm,” Jungkook groans against your lips. You can taste yourself against him. His mind swirls with how wet you were, so lewd and slippery that he cannot fathom having to ever be without you. “Fuck, mommy,  you’re so hot. Your pussy feels so good.”

Jungkook’s whimpering now, his voice shuddering along with the entirety of his body. It’s endearing to you, you think, the way his whines hit your ears. His warm breath tickles against your nose with each whimper.

“You always cum so fast when I fuck you.”

And then like a flip of a switch, cocky Jungkook returns. He leans back, dark eyes fluttering as he watches you. He licks his lips, a smirk on his lips soon settling. Your bouncing breasts are so enticing to him, his mouth salivating to wrap itself around your nipples and suckle until they’re bruised and throbbing.

“What’s going to happen when you start ignoring me, mommy?” Jungkook questions. Your cunt continues to squeeze him, your fluttering eyes managing to focus on his waist. Your trembling hand places itself onto his hip, further provoking him to go deeper and deeper. “Who’s going to make you cum like I do?”

You swallow. “N-No one.” you admit, stuttering like a fool. It wasn’t a lie. You haven’t had anyone like Jungkook before, and you doubt anyone after could ever compare.

“That’s right.”

Your vision is blurred, overstimulated pleasure building up. Your pussy has missed Jungkook far more than you’d ever admit, but you don’t need to. Jungkook himself knows it. His cock continues to drill deeper and deeper into you, slamming against your sweet spot until you’re cumming all over again, juices spilling out of you.

Jungkook watches with adoration, your pussy wrapping his cock with creamy arousal, your body trembling with bliss. He clenches his eyes shut, cursing to himself at how quick he was going to cum because of you. He missed your pussy far too much - but he isn’t worried. He had the entire night to fuck you - to show you exactly how much he missed you; how much you’ll be missing him.

“Fuck, mommy, you’re pussy feels so good.: Jungkook whines once more. “‘Gonna fuck you all night, mommy. I know you want that.”

You swallow, your stomach forming knots, unable to handle anymore of his cock. Your hands attempt to push him away - maybe just for a moment, but Jungkook isn’t letting up. If anything, he fucks into you even rougher, a low groan vibrating through his throat.

“Stop pushing me away!” Jungkook hisses, his nails digging into your waist, continuing to thrust sloppily. He can feel it, his stomach churning as his high bubbles up. “‘Gonna cum deep in you, mommy, Get you nice and pregnant like I promised.”

The pregnancy talk, no matter how toxic it was, is always your weakness. Even if it was Jungkook, someone who you had sworn to never be associated with again, no matter how much you cared for him. You were doing a terrible job so far and with the luck you’ve had lately, Dash would make it this moment to return home.

Jungkook, with a final thrust, cums right into you. He shudders, goosebumps littering his arm. His head hangs, dark hair dusting his forehead. His chest rises and falls, inhaling deeply as his high slowly subsides.

It feels like forever when Jungkook finally removes himself from inside of you, cum oozing out of you. You groan, wishing you’d have enough strength to make it to your bedroom instead. You were going to have to deep clean the couch - but you wouldn’t dwell on it. You told yourself this was going to be the last time - and this time, you were adamant about it.

Jungkook couldn’t help himself. He’s completely ravenous. No matter how many times he had you through the night, he cannot help but want to continue it now in the early morning. Your curtains aren’t drawn, but the orangey yellow hues of the sky peaks through the cracks. He wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. He missed the smell of your bedsheets, so soft and utterly you,  consuming his mind and body.

Jungkook couldn’t help himself - nor did he stop himself from wrapping his tongue around your nipple, sliding his hand up to capture your breast, squeezing it slightly in his palm. Your eyes are fluttering open, a soft more passing through now parted lips.

“Kook…”

“Hn,”

Jungkook glances up at you, doe-like eyes hazy and full of pleasure. His tongue swirls against your hardened nipple. He pops it from his lips, the tip of his tongue running along it before bringing it back into his mouth. His hand drops your breast to then slide down your stomach to between your legs.

“...you can’t be hard already.” you murmur, but your legs widen nonetheless to allow his greedy hands to touch your clit. 

Your wet clit has Jungkook groaning against your breast. His fingers rub along your clit, his cock hard against your outer thigh. 

“I’m always so hard for you, mommy.” 

Being inside you for the entirety of the night was pure bliss. The amount of times he came inside you, you’d have to be pregnant by next month - something he highly hopes for. 

“If I leave it up to you, you’ll never go home.”

There’s no malice in your voice. If anything, you’re endeared that someone is obsessed with you as Jungkook is. It’s just not ideal - especially not now. You can no longer hide behind closed doors with your son's friend; you never should have.

“You act like you don’t love it when I’m here.” Jungkook pops your nipple from his lips once more. It’s hard and wet with saliva. His fingers continue to circle your throbbing clit. “I love being around you, mommy~”

You sigh, body warm. “I love being ar-round you, too.”

Your mouth is met with Jungkook’s, his tongue dipping inside you. There was something so right about kissing Jungkook - so intimate. It causes your stomach to form embarrassing knots that you regret feeling for someone his age.

You and Jungkook both jolt at the sound that echoes off of the walls just outside your bedroom. It’s the doorbell, followed by aggressive knocking. Your eyes open hastily, your face visibly paling. “What…”

The knocking doesn’t stop. Your heart jolts a bit, but you understand it cannot be Dash. He had a key and wouldn’t be knocking. 

“Stay here.” you murmur, rapidly peeling yourself from the bed. It’s cold without your presence, Jungkook thinks, as he watches you put your job over your naked body where his bites and handmarks remain from a passionate night. One that he wants to experience over and over again.

You make your way down the hall to the door, arms crossed over your chest. 

You open it a crack, then your shoulders slump.

“What are you doing here?” you say in annoyance, eyes hardening at Lee Dae out of all people.

“That’s all you have to say to me?” Dae scoffs. “No good morning? No invite in?”

You don’t respond. You weren’t in the mood for Dae’s uninvited visit or his arrogant actions. He has to know by now that you don’t like him in the slightest.

“Let me in.” Dae jerks his neck, blinking. “I have something to tell you.”

“Couldn't this be a text? An email?” Your hand squeezes around the door handle. You had enough shit going on - Jungkook just down the hall. 

“Y/N,” Dae takes a deep breath. “it’s important.”

You’re hesitant for a moment. You weren’t exactly dressed for the visit. Nor did you want Jungkook to hear whatever bullshit he was going to spew out now.

“Make it quick.” you say, turning on your heels to walk away. You decided that you needed coffee at a time like this - and an island between you and Dae would be best. You haven’t seen him since the dinner at his parents house and you were hoping that would be the last time. Of course, the universe had other ideas.

“You…” Dae rolls his eyes over your figure, leaning against the island. “...look like you got fucked good. By your young suitor, I suppose?”

“Get out of my house if you aren’t going to be serious.” you retort, not looking at him. You start the coffee, the strong aroma instantly calming your nerves.

“My house.”

And there it was. All the calmness of the world comes back down by Lee Dae as always.

“I bought this house.”

You cross your arms, turning to face him. You shrug your shoulders. “What do you want, Dae?” you sigh out. “Have I not been good to you? I allowed you to come and go as you please, seeing my son as little as you wanted. I haven’t gone to the press and ratted you out-”

“You want to be rewarded for taking my money and raising our son-”

“My son.” you corrected. 

“-quietly?” Dae finishes. “This isn’t why I’m here. I’m…” he takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes for a moment. “...I’m…”

The sound of the kitchen is full of nothing but the coffee filling in your cup, steam pooling out of the glass mug. The scent of fresh vanilla is always inviting. It’s what would often wake up Dash from his slumber. How you missed having your son - and whatever friends, often Jungkook - occupying your home. It’s been lonely the past few weeks.

“I’ve gone bankrupt.”

You’re silent, so is Dae. The coffee continues to brew, now whistling with even more steam as the little bit of coffee that drops trickles into the mug. Without responding, you turn to grab your mug.

“Did you hear me?” Dae murmurs, hands against the island. 

“I did.” you nod your head. You turn to place the cup of coffee onto the island and grasp a spoon from the sink rack. “What exactly do you want me to do? I don’t give a fuck about your finances.” you scoff, brows knitted together.

Dae’s eyes glare as you stroll towards the fridge, take out some creamer, and make your coffee as if he hadn’t confided in you.

You stir in some sugar into your coffee, continuing to snicker to yourself. Is that truly why he came all this way? To tell you that he went bankrupt?

“I’ve been cut off.”

“Well,” you shrug one shoulder. “that’s sad. Seeing as Dash is nearly done with school, I’ll cover the rest. I’ve been saving and-”

“I’m selling the house.”

Your mouth immediately shuts.

Dae finally has your attention now, he thinks smugly. 

“I’ve tried to get my parents to loan me Dash’s part of the inheritance-”

“What?” you hiss, teeth gritted.

“Borrow, Y/N. I was going to give-”

“How fucking selfish are you, Dae?!” you hiss, eyes widening with fury. 

“Selfish?” Dae scoffs. “You or him didn’t even want it!”

Your hands form into firsts, nails digging into your palm. Even if you and Dash were willing to go without it, it was still Dash’s money. Something he could have in years to come to do whatever - start a business. Buy a home, a car - or waste it entirely because it was his.

“They said no.” Dae bellows. “So get off your fucking high horse-”

“What house are you selling, Dae?” you interrupt altogether. "Surely not the home I raised my son in?”

Dae bites the inside of his cheek. “Y/N-”

“You’re not,” you shake your head, scoffing in disbelief. “selling my house.”

“I bought this house. It’s in my name.”

You stare at Dae, your right eye twitching in rage.

Jungkook contemplates walking out, now fully dressed, when he doesn’t hear anything. His eyebrows are furrowed high, not believing it himself that Lee Dae had gone bankrupt.

Well, that wasn’t surprising. He’s learned a lot about Lee Dae over the past month. 

However, selling the home you got for your son and his mother because you weren’t good with finances was low - even for Lee Dae.

Jungkook hears a low-pitched scream, followed by a crash of glass shattering. 

“You fucking bitch!” Lee Dae screeches, wiping at his face of the boiling hot coffee - followed by shards of glass - that’s been hurled at him. 

“Get out!”

Dae cannot see. His skin is throbbing and it feels as though his face is melting. 

You round the corner to further push at his chest, uncaring that you just assaulted the man. Your fists pound against his chest and shoulders, further assaulting the already wounded man.

“Have you not put me through enough shit, Dae?! Where am I supposed to go-”

“You have money saved up!” Dae says back, not able to see anything, but he manages to dodge your attacks the best way he could. “I helped you enough-”

This further enrages you, so much so that you have something else to throw at him. Glass plates and cups in your dishrack - anything that you can find.

Jungkook has never seen you this upset. You were mellow and calm - meek. You were kind-hearted. He’s not even sure if Dash ever saw you this way before. He doesn’t realize he walked out of the room entirely to stop you from further attacking Lee Dae in a blind rage until his hand is on your wrist to stop you. Not because he cares about Lee Dae who’s face is red and blistering and temples bloodied with the amount of glass you threw at him. But because he doesn’t want to see you in such a state.

Dae’s eyes manage to focus when your attack stops, his heart thumping loudly outside his chest. He shakes his head, both alarmed and infuriated. His eyes focus on the black hair that is hugging you close - dark eyes staring right at him.

Lee Dae lets out a short breath. A hand gently touches his blistering face, eyes hardening at the sight of Jeon Jungkook.

“You should probably go.” Jungkook murmurs, repeating those same words he had spoken the first night he met Lee Dae. This time, his tone is low and threatening.

Lee Dae doesn’t have any intentions of staying. He makes it his mission to slam the door behind him when he walks out, a picture by the door falling and breaking out of its frame.

“You should go, too.” you murmur, pushing yourself away from Jungkook.

“Mom-”

“Don’t make it harder, Jungkook.” you murmur. It was humiliating enough Jungkook had to hear that, but to witness you lose control had to be worse. You never lose your cool, especially to scum like Lee Dae. You managed to keep your composure for decades.

You were finally tired.

“Mommy…” Jungkook trails off, a rush of cool air replacing your warm body. “I’m not like-”

“We talked about this already, Jungkook.” you interrupt. You didn’t want to take your frustration out on him. He didn’t deserve it. You’re unsure if Dae even did. You should be more upset with yourself. Your son hated you and now you are going to lose your home. Granted, you were saving money for something like this - but leaving behind something you’ve known for years wasn’t easy. “We can’t keep doing this. You should go.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He wants to reach out for you. To hold you in his arms and tell you that it’ll be okay - that everything would be handled. If this home meant that much to you, he would get the best lawyers there to fight off Lee Dae. Whatever it took to see you smile again.

“Okay.” Jungkook says instead. 

Your eyes glance his way to find he’s already looking at you. You groan, shoulders slumping. Those eyes, you think, are always looking right through you.

“Okay.” Jungkook places a hand onto your shoulder, squeezing it a bit. Without another word, he places his lips onto yours as a final kiss - for now. One that you return needily, but you understood it couldn’t go past this.

You allow Jungkook’s tongue to squeeze it’s way to your mouth, dancing along on its own. It’s a possessive kiss, one that you know you’re going to miss when he’s gone, but only Jungkook knows he isn’t leaving. Not for good, at least.

Jungkook is the one that pulls away first, turning on his heel to walk out the door. He knows you’re watching him up until the door closes behind him. His mind is made up, he thinks, and when he sits in his car, he dials a familiar number.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon’s voice booms through his phone speaker. “Everything alright?” 

“No.” Jungkook teeth grits. “I need you to do something for me.”

Namjoon is silent on the other end for a mere moment. His mind flashes with the amount of things he had to do for the Jeon children - blackmail and bribe people. Send innocent people to jail or make things disappear.

But, Namjoon sighs, it’s what he was getting paid extra to do. “What is it?”

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trivia-yandere: did this take long? yes? does this feel more like a filler? yes again. i need to get back into my m.i.l.f bag again. it's honestly so fun :3

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we love a good taekook headcannon 🤙🏽

While we’re waiting, could we get more head canons? 🥺

fuck it why not :3 lowkey thinking of this post & had to do something immediately

thinking about the time you agreed to move into a new apartment. one apartment. three bedrooms. three people. two men. one woman. what could possibly happen under one roof…?

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warning: smut, free use relationship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, and they were roommates, orgasm denial, edging, degradation, nipple sucking, more porn than plot, shower sex, face-slapping,

You recall staying in your room the majority of the time when you moved in with Jungkook and Taehyung - two childhood friends who were looking for someone to rent out their third bedroom in their apartment.

 Jimin, how you even met these two, was moving out and in with his girlfriend. He was the one who suggested you move into his room once he found out you were looking for a new (and cheaper) place to stay. “Kook and Tae aren’t going to deny you. They don’t want to pay my half.” he stated, insisting that even though you were a woman, it wouldn’t stop them from being who they normally were.

So, you moved in. You, however, didn’t want them to feel as though they had to change their regular routine and everyday way of living. You took your food to your room and ate alone. When there was company over, you didn’t mind only coming out if it was to use the bathroom or grab a quick snack. After work, you mostly stayed in your room, passing by Taehyung and Jungkook on the couch.

“You don’t have to be such a stranger.” Taehyung had told you one day, months into living together. He had managed to catch you right after a shower, your hair wet and smelling like cherry blossoms. “Are you this closed off with Jimin?” 

Over time, you three became close friends. You joined them on grocery shopping trips. You enjoyed movie nights where Jungkook almost always chose the movie - half the time a marvel movie that had you and Taehyung groaning. You’d cook together. With you washing the dishes as Jungkook cooked and Taehyung set the table - because that’s all he ever wanted to do.

Naturally, with three single people  - two men and one woman - there would be sexual tension. It’s subtle at times, with Jungkook grazing past you a little too close. He’d grab something that was too high in the cabinet, his back against yours, but not standing too close to make you too uncomfortable. 

Taehyung is always a touchy person, but his touches would linger for a second longer. He would glide his fingers against your soft skin before removing them, possibly testing the waters. 

There's no doubt that both men are attractive. They work out often. You couldn’t help but notice the way their shirts would cling to them with sweat as they come back from the gym. Jungkook would peel his shirt off without a care, full sleeve and chest tattoo on display. You swore he was doing it on purpose - as was Taehyung. He would wear his sweatpants so low at times, but he was at home and of course, was comfortable.

Jungkook was the first person to initiate anything. He had come home from work later than usual and you noticed the way he kicked off his shoes that today was anything but stressful. He had watched you turn around from your lying position on the couch, tank top strap hanging from one shoulder and shorts clinging to you. He peered down at you with a tilted head, his eyes so intense that it brought you to a seated position.

You couldn’t recall how it happened exactly. What you do know is that Jungkook is on the couch with you, calloused, yet soft, hands kneading your breast. He’s breathing just as heavy as you are, his thumb twirling against perky nipples.

 Jungkook’s mouth salivates to pluck a nipple into his mouth and suckle onto it until they’re swollen. His eyes meet yours, clouded with such lust and need - “Is this okay?” he asked you, coming closer. 

You nodded your head, face hot. It happens fast entirely, Jungkook’s mouth wrapped around your nipple and suckling onto it greedily. His body cages you between him and the couch, one hand kneading your free breast while his tongue twirls around your nipple.

It didn’t stop there. Every tension that lingered between you and Jungkook had come out right there on the couch - the same one you, he and Taehyung frequented. You’re naked before you know it with Jungkook pressing wet open mouth kisses down your body, forcing your thighs apart. “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy.” he grunted, pressing a kiss against your already throbbing clit.

Jungkook devoured your pussy hungerily, indeed showing you just how much he wanted you for all this time. He doesn’t come up for air and his hands are clenching onto your thighs so tightly. His head bobbed back and forth, tongue flickering between your folds to suckling onto your clit. You were squealing loudly, thankful that Taehyung hadn’t come home yet. Your legs quivered in his embrace, your chest rising and falling erratically. 

Jungkook’s fingers are as good as his tongue. They plunge inside your wet pussy and immediately pump. He marvels at how beautiful the sight is. You’re clenching around him messily, arousal pooling out of you and into his palm. How he couldn’t wait to feel you wrapped around his cock.

“Feels so good!” you gasped, your eyes watching the way Jungkook’s fingers plunge in and out of you.

“Your pussy’s so tight, baby.” Jungkook is knuckle deep in your pussy. Your pussy was pulling him in, begging him to be closer and closer. His fingers curl, hitting that spot that causes your toes to curl and your back to arch. You would think you and Jungkook had done this before by how comfortable he was fucking his fingers inside of you.

“W-What-” Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you, dark eyes dancing with mischief. “You’ve been toying with me for months, baby. Dressing so slutty.” Jungkook murmurs, fingers placing themselves onto your throbbing clit, rubbing teasingly. “It’s like you wanted me to do this for so long.”

Biting your lip, your eyes rolled for a moment. “You were doing the same thing.” you shot back, a moan rushing through your lips. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something.” Jungkook growled, slapping your clit. You yelp, pussy clenching around nothing. “Instead you walked around here with shorts that could be confused with panties. No bra…”

It’s a blur again. Your mouth is full of Jungkook’s cock, a hand wrapped around the base as you suckle onto the tip before bringing more and more of him in your mouth. Saliva pools from the corner of your lips as you take him, your head bobbing up and down.

Jungkook is slumped against the couch as he has a fistfull of your hair. His eyes watch you steadily, the sight so lewd yet breathtaking. His toes curl when you suck rougher, your eyes - glossy and intense - turn to look right at him. “Y-You’re good at this.” Jungkook moans.

You knew you were - you were never told otherwise. It’s been a few months since you’ve hooked up last, but you were certain that this skill would never die.

Jungkook continues to watch you, your mouth covering the entirety of his cock with such ease that he thinks he might be in love. You don’t stop, however, not until Jungkook’s sent completely over the edge. His head is drawn back against the couch, his thighs trembling with overstimulation - until you do.

Your warm mouth is replaced by something even warmer. You don’t bother to ask if it was alright - you knew it was. Your thighs are either side of Jungkook’s waist, his cock sliding into your pussy easily - and raw.

Jungkook would like to say this had to be the best ride of his life. You rise and fall on his cock, bouncing energetically on it. Your pussy is wet and tight, clenching and unclenching to further torture him. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, breasts bouncing in his face that he thinks he’s in heaven.

You and Jungkook fuck as if this wasn’t the first time. He has you bent over the same couch, your face shoved into the cushion, both hands clasp firmly on your waist as his cock drills into you with such vigorous need. Your pussy squelches louder and louder with each thrust.

So far, Jungkook’s favorite position is you on your back. He gets to see it all. Your wet, creaming pussy. Your bouncing breast with hardened, suckable nipples teasing him. Your face, drawn in pleasure, with those lustful eyes staring up at him, begging him for more and more and more.

Taehyung notices the change in the home instantly. That night, it’s hard to ignore the glances between you and Jungkook. The smiling, soft giggles over dinner time. The way that there appeared to be something he wasn’t a part of. Taehyung knows immediately what it was - and he’s pissed.

It’s Jungkook’s turn to wash the dishes tonight. Instead of shoving them in a dishwasher like Taehyung or you do, he washes them by hand. He always said they were cleaner that way - you or Taehyung never saw a difference, but you admired his efforts.

Taehyung doesn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door. The bathroom is warm as he enters, the mirror fogged up entirely with how hot the water was, steam covering the entirety of the small room. He manages to close the door behind him without you noticing. 

Taehyung watches your body through the wet glass. You’re underneath the water, subs of soapy water trailing down your naked body. His eyes go through every inch and curve of your body before you notice him - you nearly faint.

“You fucked him.” is all Taehyung says. You don’t respond at first, too stunned to find your other friend and roommate in the bathroom with you. His eyebrows, so thick and full, are knitted together in frustration. His dark eyes are hard, staring right at you.

“I’m…sorry?” is what you respond with, unsure of what else to say to Taehyung. Was he truly upset that you fucked Jungkook? Or was he just upset that you didn’t fuck him too? You weren’t truly sure - but what else did you have left to lose? “I want you to fuck me, too.”

Droplets of water flicker into your eyes, slamming off both the wall and Taehyung’s naked body. You’re on your knees, the tile hard against them but you don’t care one bit. Your mouth is full of Taehyung’s cock, a hand wrapping around the base as you take him.

You’re such a whore - you know this. Having two cocks in the same night was record breaking, but you don’t care. Anyone would be willing to hop on Taehyung and Jungkook, you were just the one that had the chance to.

Taehyung has to lean against the cold wall to stop himself from falling. Your mouth sucks him in so deep, your hand only pumping to further send him over the edge. His mind swirls with too many thoughts at once that he feels like he’s about to explode.

It doesn’t help that your eyes are watching him, ignoring the water flying into them. His face mirrors Jungkook’s, you think, the fluttering eyes, gasping mouth. You were far too  good at this for your own good.

Taehyung doesn’t want to cum - not in your mouth. Not now at least. You aren’t upset when he pushes you away and forces you against the glass door. You willingly spread your legs for him, your throbbing cunt already wishing for him to be deep inside of you.

“It’s ashamed I had to come to you.” Taehyung grunts, entering you so easily. You’re wet, pussy squeezing him lovingly. Your hands slide against the glass, your chest pressed firmly against it, as well. “Otherwise, you’d never let me fuck you.”

Taehyung’s thrusts are punishing and full of irritation. Irritation that you allowed Jungkook to fuck you first, even when they’ve both been silently pining after you. Maybe it was jealousy knowing that his friend got to feel the way your pussy clenches when you fuck it just right.

You, on the receiving end of Taehyung’s frustration, are more than accepting of the furious pounding. He doesn’t care about being silent - neither do you. You grunt and moan loudly, his skin slapping against yours. The shower water slams against the floor, adding to the noise that Jungkook would surely be hearing down the hall.

You do whatever you had to do to taunt Taehyung, his natural competitiveness coming out to display. “Is that all you got?”, “Jungkook was fucking me deeper.” “You’re not what I expected” was what drove him over the wall.

Taehyung yanks your hair, forcing you to turn around to face him. A hand,  large and beautiful as you always thought they were, slaps against your wet cheek. You’re dazed for a moment - Taehyung was always the loving type.

This Taehyung was the one that hides behind his soft, kind persona. The one that you forced out of him. The one that slams you against the glass once more and hikes your leg up to continue to fuck you.

This time, Taehyung doesn’t show you mercy. He shows you just how pissed he is that Jungkook got to you first. One hand lays around your neck while the other holds onto your thigh, keeping you right in place. If his pounding before was punishing, than this was brutal.

“You’re a lying little bitch,” Taehyung laughs, witnessing the creamy ring around his cock and the wet trail of arousal coating your thighs. “You just wanted me to fuck you harder.”

“It-” you began, holding onto his shoulder for support. His cock is so deep, slamming against that sweet spot that's gone through so much in just a short amount of hours. “-worked.”

You’re cumming before you know it, hot waves of pleasure pooling out of you. You’re creaming all over him, your tight cunt only becoming even wetter than before. Taehyung isn’t done with you yet - no. He has to have more of you. He hikes you up against the wall fully, your body in his full control. He drills his cock - deeper and deeper, angrily taking you as his.

Taehyung is pissed - absolutely livid. He was never going to live down that Jungkook got to feel this sweet pussy before him. How he got the chance to feel you cum around him, squeeze in his cock in such a heavenly embrace.

Taehyung is so livid that he cums right in you, so deep and so much. He trembles, forehead slamming against your neck and letting out such whiny groans that you find endearing.

Jungkook, on the other side of the glass, doesn’t. His eyes are hard and fiery as Taehyung’s was. Neither of you notice at first, not until he slams his knuckles against said glass. “No fair!” he grumbles.  “I didn’t get to cum in her!”

You bite your lip, adrenaline flowing through you. You’re sure you ignited a competition between both friends - one that you were going to be the receiving end of.

@sweetempathprunetree @investedreader @elmariajinn

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you’re honestly so right. milf is long overdue for an update

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ooohhh how i do miss yandere best friend jungkook

Hi!!!! Okay, first of all, I'm in love with your writing!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕And I was wondering (I've never done a story request so if it is horrible, please just ignore it 😅) but I was wondering if you could write a story of maybe yandereboyfriend/friend jungkook kinda forces older (not heaps but like 2-5 years older but shes just shy and confused when it comws to sex and intimacy) reader to loose her virginity to him and she likes it at the end?? If this is super uncomfortable, please don't even think about it 😅😶‍🌫️👉👈 or if you wanna do something completely different, I'd love your writing anyways!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

hello! yes I can :) thank you for sending a request and being so patient! i feel like this yandere is more light than the usual lol

best friends!

jungkook doesn't like the idea of you wanting to loose your virginity to anyone that wasn't him. @momnomnom @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @minshookie29 idol version

word count: 6.100

warning: naive/shy reader, mentions of watching porn, childhood friends jungkook + reader, smut scenes, coercion, masturbation, manipulation, light yandere tedancies, jealous jungkook, dub-con moments, dry humping, kissing, nipple sucking, oral sex, loss of virginity, rough sex, dacryphilia, fingering, unprotected sex, spitting,

“You’ll never be able to seduce a man, Noona.” Jungkook laughs boisterously, causing your face to heat up. “You’re just too shy.”

Jungkook’s eyes watch as your arms cross over your chest, any self-confidence you had slowly falling. He hums, turning over on his bed to face you. He then places a hand on your thigh. “Noona…”

“Stop calling me that, Jungkook.” you murmur. He knows that you prefer to be called by your name, but he’d often ignore you because of how much he enjoys teasing you, even after years of friendship. 

“You’re upset with me.” says Jungkook.

“I’ve stopped calling you Kookie like you asked.”

Jungkook snorts. “That’s because the nickname doesn’t fit me anymore. I’m a man.” his hand squeezes your thigh. “Besides, I said stop calling me that in public. You and I are alone now.”

You and Jungkook have been friends since childhood, your father and his being great friends. The age difference never bothered you as much, and you’d often recall calling Jungkook your baby brother during his primary and middle school days - you having been homeschooled. It was when Jungkook grew in size and age and reached High School did he demand you stop calling him that but never gave a reason as to why.

Even now, as Jungkook and you are adults, the friendship remains. You went to him for whatever you thought you needed and he was there. Moving away from your father had been a big step and finding a job to support yourself was even bigger, but you were never truly alone because you had Jungkook - you and he living together.

Jungkook was the opposite of you. While your job consisted of you being home, he wasn’t. He made friends easily while you remained with a close knit circle. He was more social when needed and you often closed up around people you didn’t know. Most of your friends were Jungkook’s friends that he considered brothers - you recall asking him why he considered them family and not you. Jungkook didn’t give you any reason, stating that you’d never be a sister in his eyes, no matter if he knew you longer or not.

Now you and Jungkook lay in his bed, an action that he insisted on every so often, and watched tv. He’d often hold you, his breath tickling your ear with how close he was. A certain thought now laid on your mind and when you brought it up to Jungkook, his initial thought was to laugh at you. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.” Jungkook sighs. He pushes himself closer to you, the hand on your thigh firmly keeping you in place. “It’s just…you don’t go out much. You’ve been homeschooled your entire life and you don’t really have friends besides the ones I have.”

Jungkook continues. “You literally cried the first time I showed you porn.” he tries his hardest not to laugh at the memory of you and he, both in High School. You had come over to his home while his parents were working. Jungkook had asked you about it randomly, and when you insisted that you never watched something as normal as porn, he insisted that you and he watch together. 

You’re flushed with heat at the embarrassing memory. “You…” you take a deep breath so your voice wouldn’t crack. “You told me it was just sex.”

“Is it not?” Jungkook knits his brows. 

“They were crying!”

“In pleasure.” says Jungkook. “I should have started you off easy and not gone into bondage.” low, he begins to laugh. It’s a memory that he’s fond of. “But I don’t regret showing you either. It was the first time you came!”

A memory you wished Jungkook would forget - and stop bringing up. That same night he insisted on teaching you about masturbation, telling you that it was normal. You’ve never done so before, feeling weird about it all together, but Jungkook wouldn’t allow you to leave until you at least gave it a try. 

“You even cried in pleasure.” 

Jungkook closes his eyes, the scene flashing in his mind. How innocent you appeared, completely confused on what in the world you were doing. It was then did Jungkook tell you that he’d talk you through it. It took a half an hour of convincing, of course. Getting you out of your pants, then your underwear. 

“Open your legs, Y/N.” Jungkook had said, grabbing your wrist. “Put your fingers right…there.” he places them onto your clit and you flinch at the feeling. “Then rub…” he murmured, his hand coaching you to rub until you got the hang of it.

Jungkook will never forget the sight and how hard he was at just watching you. Your breathing hitching, the low moans and the calls of his name. It’s a memory he cherishes with you - his best friend - and one of the main reasons as to why he’d never call you his sister; he had to dead that immediately afterwards. 

“Who are you trying to seduce anyways?” Jungkook changes the subject and goes back to the original topic. “You found yourself a boyfriend?”

“No.” you quip. “I-I just want to have sex.”

Jungkook raises a brow. “Why?”

“You have sex all the time.” you retort. You didn’t like Jungkook’s question, nor the look in his eyes. 

“I’m also not a virgin.” Jungkook fires back. “You can’t just have sex with anyone, Y/N. Don’t you think it has to be special?”

“Your first time wasn’t with anyone special.” you murmur. “Do you even talk to her anymore?”

Jungkook snickers. “Don’t remember her name.” he shrugs. “But you and I are different. Sex is different for women.” Jungkook says matter-of-factly. “You women create bonds with guys you give your body to. You can’t have that bond with just anyone.”

It was a conversation Jungkook and you had time and time again. As you got older, you were tired of being a virgin - and dating was never an option. Not because you couldn’t find a boyfriend - you could. You had men come up to you asking for your number and if you’d be interested in going on dates. 

The problem was Jungkook. He lingered around you often, and you never minded. He was your best friend and each man that tried were always shot down by him, not you. “He’s ugly.” Jungkook said about one man. “He looks like he doesn’t even shower, Y/N. Why he thinks he can speak to you is beyond me.” was said about another. “Men only want one thing. They can tell that you’ve never been touched.”

“What about Hoseok?”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, your question lingering in his mind.

Hoseok?

Hoseok.

Jung Hoseok as his friend - the man he calls his brother?

There’s a dark look in Jungkook’s eyes as he thinks about your question. 

“Do you like him?”

“I love Hoseok.” you say calmly. “Like I love you.”

Jungkook doesn’t realize that his nails are digging into your skin until he hears you yelp. There was no way in Hell you love Hoseok the same as you loved him; the thought makes him want to gag.

“Why Hoseok?”

You aren’t sure how to respond. “I’ve known him for years.” was all you can think of. You and he were around the same age and he was nice, always smiling widely at you whenever he came around. “Maybe Namjoon?”

Jungkook swallows.

“You look at my friends often?”

There’s a change in Jungkook’s tone that has you cowering.

“I-I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Do you want to fuck my friends?” 

You’re taken aback by the harshness in Jungkook’s tone. 

“I…I don’t know anyone else but your friends.”

Jungkook snickers. He wasn’t going to allow you and Hoseok - or Namjoon, hell, anyone - to do anything. Hoseok is a man such as he is and the thought of his taking something precious from you was driving him wild. Wild because he knows that if you asked Hoseok, he would.

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Hoseok has a girlfriend.”

A lie, but you’d never know that.

“Oh.” you appeared bummed. “Nam-”

“No.”

You swallow. “Jimin…?”

“Do you fantasize about them?”

You’ve know his friends as long as he has, and now he’s wondering when you had the thought of fucking them in your mind. 

“I just want to have sex.” you sigh in defeat, not wanting to cause a fight with Jungkook.

“Why wouldn’t you ask me?”

Jungkook doesn’t care how unreasonably spoiled he may sound. You were his best friend, after all. He kept creeps away from you who wanted nothing but to wet their cocks. You were safe with him in the home you and he shared - he’d be damned if he’d allow a man to come in here and fuck you.

You’re silent, and Jungkook continues. 

“You don’t love me.”

Your eyes widen when you feel Jungkook remove himself from you.

“I do.” you quip. “I-I just…I don’t have anyone else. I’m tired of not knowing what it feels like.” watching television with sexual scenes had you wondering if sex was truly as good as they made it seem. You recall hearing from Taehyung, another friend of Jungkook, that porn is often fake and not everything you see was real - but how could it not be when their eyes are rolling and they’re screaming with such passion?

“If you loved me, Y/N, you’d ask me.”

Your heart sinks when Jungkook lifts from his lying position. You hated arguing with him. He was someone you loved and trusted with your life - him being upset with you had your anxiety spiking.

“I thought you had someone you were seeing.” you admit. You recall seeing her a few times in the home. She never spoke, but then again neither did you. She would stroll past you to enter Jungkook’s bedroom and only ever gave you a small grin. 

“Oh her.” Jungkook brushes past the statement. “I am. Somewhat.” he shrugs his shoulders. Her contemplated asking her out - she was decent looking and a good fuck. But he didn’t love her nor respect her enough to make her his girlfriend. He was just bored at the moment. “Why does that matter?”

The same way it matters that Hoseok had a girlfriend, you think. You want to say it, but you didn’t want to upset Jungkook anymore than he already was. “I don’t want to come between that.”

Jungkook wants to laugh. “I don’t love her. I love you.” Jungkook says, a tone in his voice that indicates that it should be obvious. “You are my best friend. You should be able to come to me when you need me. Not anyone else.”

You lift yourself up from the bed, as well, and you slowly nod your head. “Sorry.” you murmur.

Jungkook turns to face you, a full smile on his lips. “It’s okay. I’ll forgive you, Y/N.” Jungkook holds his hand out for you to grab. 

You do, and Jungkook lightly tugs you closer. You and he are face to face now.

“Sex is more than just losing your virginity.” Jungkook’s thumb rubs your knuckles. “Sex should be pleasurable for both of us. Masturbation is a form of sex. You’ve done that already.”

You nod slowly, feeling hot. 

“Tell me, Y/N.” Jungkook says. “When you masturbate, what makes you cum?”

You lick your lips, again embarrassed. You swallow while trying to find the words to answer Jungkook.

“When you watch porn, what do you like?” Jungkook changes the question up, and understands how shy you were - even with him. 

Jungkook waits patiently for you to respond. “I-I…” you glance away from him. His eyes were always so piercing, like small black holes that can swallow anyone whole. 

“Don’t be shy. We’re best friends, right?” Jungkook pulls you closer to him. “If you loved me, Y/N, you’ll tell me. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”

You nod. “Oral sex?” your words come out questioningly. 

Jungkook nods. “Okay. That’s a start. Oral sex is a big part of sex. It’s a form of foreplay. Get things started.”

“I don’t think you should do that.” you’re horrified with Jungkook’s face being so close to your sex. Yes, he’s seen it before - years ago - but that was then. He was a man now and he’s had sex with countless women.

“Why not?” Jungkook tilts his head. 

You’re silent, and Jungkook sighs. “You don’t trust me.”

“I do!” 

“Then why don’t you trust me to pleasure you? You’d rather go to my friends than trust me, Y/N. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“I’m sorry.” you quip. “I just don’t think it…looks good?”

Jungkook blinks. 

You swallow.

“Of course it looks good.” Jungkook then laughs. “I’ve already seen it.”

“That was years ago.” you murmur, casting your eyes away. 

“True. But still. You trust and love me just like I trust and love you.” Jungkook places a hand on your cheek for you to look at him. “If we’re going to do this, you can’t hide your body from me. I’ll have to show you mine, too.”

You nod your head.

“We can start now.”

You inhale deeply. You don’t move, and when Jungkook notices he frowns. 

“Y/N. What did I say?”

“Don’t hide from you.” you murmur. 

“Exactly. Here. I’ll help you take your clothes off and you can do the same for me.”

Jungkook is slow when he puts his hands at the end of your shirt. He lifts it up and you stiffen, unsure of what to do next. The shirt comes over your head and Jungkook throws it aside. 

“Okay?” asks Jungkook, his eyes glancing down to the bra you’re wearing. It’s red and basic, but it hugs your breast perfectly. 

You only nod.

“Okay.” Jungkook then goes towards your leggings. They’re tight, but he manages to get his hands inside. He begins to tug and awkwardly, you lift yourself up so he can remove them. Your panties are black and cotton.

“Now you do the same to me.” Jungkook says. He understands you by now, knowing that you’d never take the first move. He grabs your wrists and walks you through it. “Go ahead.”

You’re trembling, you note, as you remove Jungkook’s shirt - an oversize black shirt. You often are reminded how much Jungkook has grown over the years, going from a boy to a man. He worked out often and was athletic. He had many tattoos that litter his skin - you had gone with him for a few of them and pondered how he could sit so calmly. 

“I’ll get up to make it easier.” Jungkook lifts from his bed and waits for you to continue. You’re as slow as before, hands trembling more than before. You tug at the sweats he wore, watching as they fall to the ground. You try to hide the fact that you gawk at the bulge in his briefs, swallowing at the sight. 

“Y/N.”

You blink up to look at Jungkook.

“You trust me, right?”

You nod your head.

“Okay.” Jungkook gives you a grin. “Come here.”

Jungkook leans down, his hand grasping your chin. He no longer hesitates or holds back, placing his lips upon yours.

You’re shocked, completely stiff, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. You’ll give into him eventually - it may take a few rounds, but you will.

You’re pushed backwards, back hitting the mattress. Jungkook hovers above you, his hands placing themselves onto your shoulders to keep you in place. 

You gasp for air when Jungkook removes his lips from yours, but then they’re trailing down your jawline to your neck. You’re breathing heavily, unsure what to do.

“You can touch me.” says Jungkook, as if reading your mind. “Don’t just lay there.”

Jungkook continues to kiss at your neck, his left hand leaving your shoulder and grabs your hand. He places it upon his chest for you to take the lead. His hand then goes to your waist to pull you closer to him. 

Your heart thumps that this is happening now - you and Jungkook. Goosebumps litter your skin, the hair standing straight up. But you do as you’re told, hand grabbing Jungkook’s bicep and squeezing it. 

Jungkook forces your legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. You yelp when you feel him, his bulge grinding directly against you. There’s a deep groan from Jungkook that you hear coming from your neck. 

“You have to engage.” Jungkook lifts slightly to look at your face. “Kiss me like I’m kissing you.”

You’re left stunned when Jungkook flips the both of you, his own back hitting the mattress and now you’re on top of him. He places his hands on your hips, a smirk on his lips. “It’ll be easier for you this way. I’ll let you take the lead.”

There’s a tension - one sided - when you lean down to his own neck.

“You’re still shy. It’s just me.” Jungkook sighs.

 It was easier for him to say. He wasn’t the virgin - or the closed off one that has been homeschooled. The only friend she kept was Jungkook, and his friends, but mainly Jungkook. There was no one she could go to that was the same sex that she could vent to about her frustrations. 

“Just let loose, Y/N. We’re friends. There’s nothing you can do that’ll make me view you differently.”

You try your best, even closing your eyes in hopes that’d be better. Your lips place themselves at the nape of Jungkook’s neck, and ever so gently did you kiss him. You allowed your hands to rub softly on his bare shoulders, kissing down his neck until you got to his collarbone.

Jungkook hums to himself, his cock twitching to be let loose from his underwear. 

You were adjusting - only a bit - but you’d soon be fully accepting. Jungkook allows his hands to dip from your waist and he grabs your ass fully in his grasp.

You swallow, hiding back the surprised gasp. You don’t want Jungkook to think you don’t trust him - because you do. You don’t want to appear utterly shy and closed off. You were older than Jungkook and he had to be the one to show you what life was like, as sad as it was.

“Okay. Now kiss me.” 

You nod your head. You want to avoid Jungkook’s gaze, but he doesn’t falter. “You’ll have to look at me eventually, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“I know.” you murmur back, and now meet his eyes. Jungkook smiles when you do, and his head lifts slightly.

Your head dips down to capture his lips in yours once more. There’s a fire running through you this time at the feeling - no longer hesitant or awkward to kiss him. It felt…normal; as if this is something the two of you always did. 

Jungkook’s teeth catch your bottom lip and he lightly tugs. “Let loose.” he whispers, and then dives into your mouth again. This time, his tongue pushes past your teeth and meets your own, it’s warm and slimy, but it causes you to moan.

Jungkook’s hands grip your ass, keeping you firmly against his erection. He rubs up your sides for a moment, then on your back. His hands are now on your bra and he appears to be swift in unhooking it.

“Kookie…” you murmur against his lips.

“It’s okay.” Jungkook responds. “You trust me, remember?”

You nod, but trust doesn’t help with your self–consciousness. 

Jungkook tugs at your bra until it’s fully off of you. He disgards it, bare hands now taking your breast entirely. He doesn't care how heavy he’s breathing, or how rough his hands squeeze your breast.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook praises.

 It’s weird hearing it - for you at least.

 Jungkook rarely compliments you - not because he doesn’t think you are, but because he never really has a reason to. He sees you the same everyday - his best friend who he has breakfast, occasionally lunch and dinner with. You’re the same Y/N that he shares movie nights with where the two of you cuddle and laugh at whatever was on the screen. 

Now, however, Jungkook has to compliment you. He has to let you know how beautiful you are now - a woman. You grew into your womanly curves over the years, hiding it behind loose clothing, but never truly hiding it. You never hid from him; occasionally wearing shorts that showed your legs and the roundness of your ass, or tank-tops that made your breast appear more plump.

You yelp when Jungkook pinches your nipple. He chuckles at your reaction. “So responsive.” he says, more to himself than to you. 

“W-What-”

Jungkook’s tongue licks on your nipple, shuddering at feeling. He couldn’t help but to bring it entirely into his mouth, tongue twirling and suckling on it while his free hand pinches the other. There’s a euphoric feeling engulfing him right now. Yes, he did think about you sexually at times - he was a man and he couldn’t help it. But this was far better than any feeling, any thought or dream he’s ever had. 

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook manages to say, popping your nipple from his mouth to just engulf the other one.

“Yes.”

You don’t intend to sound so soft and meek, moaning against Jungkook. But you couldn’t hide it any longer. You can feel the wetness between your legs, arousal pooling out - and Jungkook’s grinding didn’t make it any better.

“You can talk to me, Y/N. You can tell me how  much you like it. How I make you feel.” 

Jungkook kisses both of your nipples softly. 

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me how you feel.” Jungkook repeats. “Here,” his right hand drops your breast and without warning, he slaps your ass. The sound echoes, as does you shriek. “I love the way your ass feels.” he then squeezes it in the palm of his hands. “I love the sweet moans coming from those pretty lips of yours.” he continues. 

You’re hot, Jungkook’s words cause a new sensation to run through you - nerves running through your body and meeting exactly between your legs. 

“It feels good when you touch me.” you say, admitting even if you want nothing more than to hide. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook lightly laughs. He squeezes your ass again. “What else?”

You huff, this time now hiding your face. Your head is between his shoulder and neck.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. Just tell me.” Jungkook encourages. “You trust me like I trust you.”

You sigh. Jungkook was going to be the death of you - you were going to die with embarrassment.

“I like the way you look.” 

Jungkook, again, is swift with his movement. He’s once more on top of you. He’s now forcing you to look at him - as if you weren’t embarrassed enough.

You go to cover yourself, but that wasn’t something Jungkook was going to allow. 

“Go on, Y/N.” Jungkook places a quick peck on your lips before he kisses down your neck to your collarbone. 

Your breath is shaky - but it was all Jungkook. His hands rub along your sides as his lips send kisses between your breasts, going lower and lower. “You make me feel…different.”

Jungkook’s lips are now on your stomach. “What’s different?”

“Wet…?”

Jungkook groans. His fingers are hooked between your panties and he wants nothing more than to remove them and dive in, but he’d remain calm for now.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you’re unsure what Jungkook had in store for you. 

You do, however, and Jungkook is now directly between your legs. Your thighs quiver at the sight. 

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks, and before you can answer, he places a single kiss upon your clothed clit.

Your throat tightens.

Jungkook wasn’t going to stop. He wanted to hear you speak - hear your thoughts, whatever moans you had in you. He didn’t want you to be shy - not with him. He wasn’t a stranger and who else should be the one to take your virginity than him?

Not Hoseok.

Not Namjoon.

Not Jimin - none of his friends.

Just Jungkook.

Dare he say he was entitled to it - you were his best friend. He was there for whatever you needed him to be; and this was one thing you didn’t come to him for (not at first). You wanted his assistance in finding you someone. The thought still upsets him.

“Kookie.” you sigh, hands crashing to your face. 

“So shy.” Jungkook tsks. His hands grip your waist and he drags you to the edge of the bed, him falling to his knees before you. “I’ll take the lead.”

You feel your panties being tugged off. You’re unsure of what to do or say - you knew you had to keep breathing or you’d pass out. The coolness of the air hits you and now you fully accept that you’re naked for Jungkook, completely bare before his eyes to see.

You’re so wet, Jungkook notes, arousal coating your lips and thighs. The thought of how excited you’ve been and nothing has happened yet makes him groan, anticipating what's to come.

Your throat releases a gasp and instantly, your legs clench shut, caging Jungkook in.

“S-Sorry, i-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Relax.” Jungkook laughs, a gleeful tone in his voice. He had done nothing but flick your clit with his tongue. “Watch me, okay?”

You nod your head.

Jungkook hooks his hands right on your thighs, holding them in a firm grip so you wouldn’t be easily reactive - not without him stopping you. He dips his head back between your legs, tongue dipping between your folds.

Your eyes flutter, unable to truly focus on Jungkook like he wants you to. 

The sight alone is filthy - his head bobbing back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. Occasionally, his eyes would dart up to capture your reaction, satisfied that you no longer hid your moans from him.

But the noises Jungkook made were another thing. He suckles on your clit, completely ravishing you as if it was the finest meal. He’s animalistic, not caring. He would draw his head back and spit, then continue his assault upon your clit.

“Kookie, I-I, you need to stop.” you try to get away from Jungkook, but he doesn’t allow it. If anything, Jungkook holds you even tighter. You were going to cum, of course, never truly experiencing a man going down on you. Your stomach churns and you feel like you are going to explode. “Kookie, please stop…”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker up at you. Your eyes are snapped shut and there’s a few droplets trailing down your cheeks. Jungkook grunts into your pussy. His fingernails dig into your naked flesh, his tongue laying flat against your clit. He continues to ravish you, not caring about your pleas - it was obvious you wanted more and was far too inexperienced to understand it.

Jungkook dives deeper and deeper, your cries only fueling him for more. Your arousal coats the bottom half of his face entirely. 

There was another attempt to remove yourself, buckling your hips, but Jungkook only shoves you back down upon the bed. Your toes are curling and you’re unable to see straight. There’s a tightness in your stomach that’s utterly unfamiliar to you.

“I’m not going to stop.”

Jungkook’s voice is deeper - deepest you’ve ever heard it.

“Not until you cum.”

 Jungkook’s right hand removes itself from holding your thigh, but that only means he’s holding the other tighter. 

Your back arches when you feel his fingers at your entrance.

“I can’t-”

“You will.” 

Jungkook doesn’t give a warning before entering his finger’s inside of you. You jump at the foreign feeling. You swallow back and shriek.

“So tight.” Jungkook murmurs to himself.

 Two fingers is all you can handle for now. That doesn’t mean Jungkook goes easy on you. He pumps inside of you vigorously, your walls clenching around his digits. Each time he hits a deeper spot that has you jerking.

“I know it feels good, Y/N. My pretty girl.”

You can’t speak, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He pumps and pumps until you’re cumming all over him, arousal splashing onto the hardwood floors of his bedroom. 

You’re a crying twitching mess, whimpering to yourself. Jungkook removes his fingers, satisfied with your appearance.

“I could fuck you right now. You’re so wet, Y/N.”

You exhale, eyes snapping open. “Kookie, I-”

“Don’t tell me you can’t take me.”

Jungkook pushes down his underwear and you freeze.

You’ve never seen Jungkook naked before, never going past witnessing him shirtless.

Now Jungkook is as nude as you, cock erect and hard. His tip is red and leaking with pre-cum, the shaft twitching in anticipation.

“I can’t.” you cry, now dwelling on the idea of having sex with the man.

Jungkook snickers. He grips his cock and slaps the tip against your wet clit. So wet, he thinks. Wet and warm, completely aroused because of him.

“You were willing to fuck my friends.”

Jungkook rubs the tip against your clit in slow circular motions. It makes a wet and sloppy sound as he does.

“They don’t love you, Y/N. Not like I do.”

You twitch at the feeling, overstimulated enough, even if it did feel good.

“Don’t you love me, Y/N?” Jungkook’s eyes don't leave your clit. He continues to tap and circle the tip of his cock against it, the sight beautiful.

“I do…”

“Then why do you keep denying me pleasure?”

Jungkook removes his hand from his cock to place it upon your hips, keeping you in place. He begins to thrust forward, sliding his entire cock against your clit.

“I allowed you to cum, haven’t i?” Jungkook grunts. “Milked my fingers like a little whore. But you won’t let me fuck you.”

Jungkook’s words cause you to gasp - that and the way his cock feels against your already stimulated clit. 

Jungkook’s open’s his mouth, a trail of saliva dripping right onto your clit, not because you needed it - you were literally dripping - but just because he wanted to. In his eyes, spitting upon you was an act of marking his territory and after he fucked you - and he was going to regardless - he would assure that only he would be the one fucking you afterwards; always and forever.

Jungkook continues to rub, his pace quickening. 

“Do you think another man would have given you the satisfaction?” Jungkook hisses. “They would’ve fucked you and left, Y/N. This is why I’m here. I love you, my pretty girl…” his tone softens. “...so wet and ready for me. You’ll let me have you, right, Y/N? You’ll let me be the one who takes your virginity?”

Slowly, you nod your head. Jungkook was someone you loved greatly. He was a man and understood how men think - you couldn’t be upset with him now. “Okay…” 

Jungkook smiles wide, full set of teeth shining at you. “My pretty girl. You’re always so good for me. Give me your hand.”

You do as Jungkook tells you to do, and he guides your hand to touch his cock. It twitches in your grip.

“Tighten your grip.” Jungkook demands and groans when you do. “Okay, baby…now center it at your pussy.”

You’re being so obedient for him, Jungkook thinks. He watches as you do what he tells you, the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole. “Good girl.” Jungkook mumbles.

“Don’t you need to wear a condom?”

Jungkook wants to laugh at your words. “Condoms are for people who have one night stands. Why would I wear a condom with you?” he asks, a tilt of his head. He had no intention of allowing you to fuck another man, so him not wearing a condom was alright.

You widen your eyes. “Pregnancy…?”

Again, Jungkook laughs. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, only stares into your wide eyes. He had no intention of impregnating you now, but if it happened, then it did. That only meant that it’s what the universe wanted.

“You know I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook says.

“I love you, too.” you respond.

Simpering, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he says, and then without warning, he enters you whole. There’s no warming upm Jungkook thinks, the faster he gets it over with, the faster pleasure will come for you.

When your mouth opens to shriek, Jungkook silences you with his lips. His hips snap inside of you, unable to stop. So tight, he thinks, fully milking his cock with your essence. It’s as though his cock fit perfectly inside of you; like a puzzle piece coming together to complete a set.

The pain is excruciating and you’re unable to pull away from Jungkook. His grip on you was intense, fingers bruising into your skin. 

The sound of skin slapping is loud in the room, echoing off the walls. 

“My pretty girl.” grumbles Jungkook when he releases your lips. “Thank you for trusting me, Y/N.”

The pain shoots throughout your body, but hearing those words from Jungkook was worth it to you. You blink away the tears so you can focus on his face.

“Soon the pain will go away, and you’ll love the way I fuck you.”

You nod. You trusted Jungkook.

It takes a while for the pleasure to come, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t. Jungkook hits your sweet spot, slamming you against his bed with each thrust. Your moans are loud for him, so sweet and melodic - he knew you had it in you to let loose.

“Feels good, pretty girl?” Jungkook questions, the question rhetorical. He knows by the way you clench around him that it does - that and your high pitched moans. 

“Feels…so…good…” you grunt, panting along with each powerful thrust.

“Good.”

Jungkook removes himself just so he can turn you around, chest firmly against his mattress. He enters you once more, hitting even deeper than before.

Your eyes snap shut and your arms shoot out, gripping the bed sheets for support. Whatever you once imagined sex would be like didn’t give it any justice. Sex with Jungkook was a pleasurable feeling you’d never forget - you’re unsure how you’d ever be able to go back to masturbating once this was over. 

Both of Jungkook’s hands place themselves on yours, entangling your hangers with his. His lips kiss your back, pounding inside of you with such passion. 

There it was again, the churning feeling in your stomach.

“I feel you, baby.” Jungkook pants. It’s as if you never want him to stop, creaming his cock like your life depended on it. “Go ahead and cum for me, pretty girl.”

You groan, shaking your head at how good you felt. 

“I love you, Kookie.” you murmur so low that it’s barely audible, but Jungkook hears it loud and clear.

 It causes Jungkook to grind into you deeper and deeper, feeling himself come undone at just words. You told him those three words many times before, but now it felt different. Intimate. This was something he’s never heard during sex - and if there was a chance he did, he wouldn’t care. 

You were who Jungkook loved; his best friend since childhood.

You were the one who Jungkook wanted to hear the words from.

Jungkook’s cumming, his heaving breaths ticking the skin of your back. He doesn't bother to pull out of you, instead he milks your walls completely with his seed, shuddering with complete bliss.

Jungkook won’t regret it - cumming inside of you felt right. It wasn’t as if anyone else would be.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook coos, pulling out of you to tuck you further into his bed. He lays beside you, embracing you from behind. “You did so good for me.”

Your heart swells at the compliment, your eyes heavy with slumber.

Jungkook holds you tight as you drift to sleep, satisfied that you were here with him. 

Not Hoseok or Namjoon or anyone else -  but him.

 After all, he was the only one who truly loved you for who you are and didn’t see you as just a hole to fill - he wasn’t like those other men out in the world. No, Jungkook was better than any man you could ever think about being with. He proceeds to place a kiss upon your temple, satisfied that you were his and his alone.

idol version

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i need milf part 7 like i need air

💀 you’re so right. ive been typing everything else but that lately

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i started my yandere account like 2 years ago like?? i use to type my ass off

trivia:yandere masterlist

alternate universe (masterlist) | halloween (masterlist)| valentine's day (masterlist) | kinktober (masterlist) | ungodly hour (masterlist) | cruel intentions (masterlist) explicit-tae (masterlist)

name: quae | she/her main account:explicit-tae taglist | fic recs

all of the works here will contain: (either or/sometimes both) smut, yandere themes and overall dark content that are only suitable for those who are 18+. all of the work will have warnings - if anything is uncomfortable, please click off. it's understandable that sometimes what is written can be triggering to some user - this is the first warning. request are appreciated just please allow time for it to be posted. please do not translate, reposts or use any content written from this blog without permission.

head-cannons

baby daddy jungkook

yandere cop jungkook

ot7 | multi-member

the one that got away: you should've listened when you were told to stay away from the dark web. completed (taehyung x reader x jimin)

lessons: when jungkook asks namjoon for advice on oral sex, he wasn't expecting his hyung to physically show him - you being on the receiving end of it. completed (jungkook x reader x namjoon)

study partner: an alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. at a top elite college, “Study Partners” - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades. completed

red pill: while partying, you decide to take a mysterious pill called "hell on earth" that's said to take you to a whole different dimension; one of pure ecstasy, lust and pleasure. completed (hoseok x reader x namjoon)

a favor: your life gets even more complicated when your secret with professor kim is found out by two classmates. completed (jungkook x reader x taehyung)

jeon | jungkook

visions: you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go. completed

the other woman: jungkook decides it's time to take matters into his own hands and figure out how to get you - his sweet, innocent girlfriend, to fuck him. completed

paid in full: (part 1) (part 2) "all debts must be paid in full." says jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he wouldn't tell your mother of you going against her wishes and sneaking out if you allowed him to have you the way he desired.

nefarious: you knew who jungkook was prior to having his children and marrying him, so you serving him with divorce papers wasn't going to do anything but anger him. part one | prequel

test your morality: jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. completed

best friends!: jungkook doesn't like the idea of you wanting to loose your virginity to anyone that isn't him. completed

seonbaenim!: (idol version of best friends!) your group decides they want to shed the “good girl” image for your next comeback & you confide in your seonbae, Jungkook, in helping you do so. One | Two

sibling rivalry: you visit your dad for a week for christmas and come face to face with your step-brother - who you've managed to avoid - again.

what are you willing to do?: After managing to dodge your property manager out of rent for two months, you're left in a vulnerable position when he finally comes looking for you. one | two

off limits: he’s a 10 but…he’s your brother’s best friend & completely off limits. one | two | three

m.i.l.f: "there are HOT MILFS in your area waiting for YOU to FUCK THEM!" the ad said, though jungkook wasn't expecting to come face to face with you; who also happens to be his best friends mother. one | two | three | four | five | ½ | six

ecstasy: you were offered the opportunity to test out an unreleased game, not realizing that you and the rest of the testers were the game itself. teaser

starstruck: jungkook, a highly aware-winning actor,has his eyes set on you, an upcoming actress. one | two

kitty: when you're going through a rough heat, who else is there to call besides bunny hybrid jeon jungkook? completed

twisted: jungkook has been getting you out of trouble for as long as he can remember - and he was tired of doing it without anything in return. completed

nerviosa: that time your cousins boyfriend, jeon jungkook; college senior, took a certain interest in you, a college freshman. one | two

kim | taehyung

two sentence horror story: you ran up to the first person you saw -  a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded. completed

fertile: during an annual camping trip with your parents, you venture off deep into the woods and find a man chained to a tree. completed

divine intervention: you'll do anything to have your own baby one day - even to go against your morals and allow a wiccan to help you. completed

stress relief: your job is to simply ease the stress that the military men face while deployed. your client? sergeant kim taehyung. coming soon...

park | jimin

two sentence horror story: years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if one of you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other. completed

creep: park jimin had it all. he was loved throughout the world as an idol apart of one of the biggest groups. he had the popularity, respect and adoration - and a few haters; but what idol didn’t? what park jimin wasn’t expecting for was infamous blogger, Creep, to be reporting on him. completed

word is bond: in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king - jimin. completed

bad decisions: you're getting married on valentine's day - but somehow, you allow a stripper to fuck you in front of your brides' maids and maid of honor. completed

kim | namjoon

lessons: when jungkook asks namjoon for advice on oral sex, he wasn't expecting his hyung to physically show him - you being on the receiving end of it. completed

with love, k.nj: ever since you and your mother moved into this new apartment, you began receiving notes from an "admirer", all signed initials k.nj. one | two

sentient: you're gifted a high-technology android by an old friend who appears to know everything - even about you. completed

jung | hoseok

ain't no fun: ”Hoseok wouldn’t treat me like this.” is what had Namjoon laughing in your face - because you didn’t know Hoseok like he did. But he’d let you think you did, after all, it ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none. coming soon...

min | yoongi

dilemma: being single and broke on valentine's day is not what you expected - especially when your dealer is waiting for his payment. completed

a man's world: you've been living in a man's world so long that you forgotten what it was like to be a woman living in it. completed

family matters: somehow, you find yourself back at yoongi's home after an uneventful five months of pregnancy. one | two

desire: you've encountered an unholy being - an incubus - and you're fully enthralled. completed

kim | seokjin

two sentence horror story: it’s been nearly 5 years since you last saw seokjin. completed

payment plan: your husband and you find yourself bankrupt and dead broke thanks to his gambling problem. his younger brother - successful businessman kim seokjin - offers a helping hand free of charge. unbeknownst to your brother, you would be the one paying seokjin for his charity. completed

autumn of terror: the small town of oakville is being taken over by a serial killer who goes by "the ripper" who uses fear as a tactic to control the town entire. you, an out of town detective, team up with head detective of oakville kim seokjin. completed

a favor: the only way he's willing to give you a passing grade is if you do something for him in return. one | two coming soon...

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i was just writing shit at one point in time

Mommy Issues Series Installment

Adventures with college student, Jeon Jungkook, and his growing obsession with his professor - you.

Warning: professor/student, cheating au, age difference, smut, yandere tendencies,

Total Word Count: 15.349

Hi, I was bored and never really did anything like this, so I thought why not start now 🤪🫶🏽

Installment 1 - mommy issues (1.363)

Your student is a little more convincing than he should be.

Installment 2 - homewrecker (1.961)

If Jungkook couldn't be happy with you, why should your husband be?

Installment 3 - cruel world (1.845)

It's sad your brother wasted all this time getting into college just to be expelled.

Installment 4 - sad girl (2.126)

Jungkook may be going away, but he'll forever be with you.

Installment 5 - freak (1.260)

Jungkook finds a way back into your world - and you let him.

Installment 6 - whore (1.535)

When you're lonely, Jungkook is always there.

Installment 7 - burning desire (2.071)

You allow Jungkook back into your life - fully.

Installment 8 - pity party (3.188)

When all things fail, and everyone leaves you - you're left with no one but Jungkook.

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thank you for the recommendation 💞

jungkook fanfic reccs (pt. 4)

decided to shorten the oneshots to just 5 cause its just easier for me that way 😭 but here are some old ones i found from years ago that are amazing and some recent ones that i really loved reading and am still currently reading!

oneshots/twoshots

wishful thinking by @heesdreamer (fluff, smut, angst, farmer!jk, countryside au)

sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae (angst, orange au, time travel, high school au, strangers to friends to lovers)

cosmic balance by @explicit-tae (angst, smut, dystopian au, utopian au, sex worker/brothel, mentions of cheating, traveling between universes)

wherever you will go by @ve1vetyoongi (fluff, angst, smut, humor, videographer!jk, director!jk, actor!reader)

work it out by @choiwrites (fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, fighting, carpenter!jk, interiordesigner!reader)

series

another time by @jkwrites-m (fluff, smut, angst, thriller, past life, soulmates au) - completed

no room for secrets by @jjungkookii (fluff, smut, angst, comedy, slow burn, roommates au, new girl au, roommates to lovers, friends with benefits au) - ongoing

innocent until proven guilty by @koooobi (fluff, angst, eventual smut(?), lawyer au, criminal au, allegedkiller!jk, lawyer!reader, client!jk, client to lover, thriller, mentions of murder) - ongoing

destiny (trilogy) by @dat-town (angst (but with happy ending!), historical fantasy, beauty and the beast au, beast!jk, fairy!reader) - completed

moirai by @taeken-my-heart (angst, eventual fluff, eventual smut, medical au, soulmates au, enemies to lovers, slow burn) - completed

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Please tell me if have something dark and crazy fic or something you recommend. Something like Hannibal, or maybe not that sounded wrong. Like Beast of Busan eh 😏 I read all of the your fics, I can’t nothing else like yours

hii :3 i haven’t read anything as of recently since im (silently) writing, but i do have a few fics on my mind to recommend! (though i dont know how dark & crazy you want to go so ill just recommend at random 💀)

predator series, solar eclipse, 10 series, the reaper, run little red, etc by @deepdarkdelights are some (matter of fact just read the whole masterlist)

polarity, graveyard shift, darknets, etc by @darkestcorners

obsesión by @thvlouvre

sweet ruin, a dangerous game, when the chips are down, suga, we’re going down, baby mine, end game, etc by @chaoticpuff17 every breath you take, candelit nightmare, the seance by @junqkook (really just read the whole masterlist lol)

his pet, for the love of the game, all bark no bite, polar night, etc by @amoc94 plus she also has a yandere masterlist full of great fics!

(ill add more later when they come back to me 💀)

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Do you do requests? 👀

yes :3 i do!!

though i do have a lot of requests that i still have to do so pls be patient 😭

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Any Yoongi stories in the works? 👀

yes!! on this account & my other one 😌

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Who’s your bias? If you’ve been asked before I’m sorry 😅

i feel like with all the jk fics i have, no one would ever guess that yoongi’s my bias 😭

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Did you ever think about making a Patreon?

hiii

no, i havent thought about it lol especially since i only write fics

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I loved Not Until I Say So 😭, especially the end where we see the characters cleaning together and struggling with the coming down together, it was awkward and cute and very well done 🤍 thank youuuuu. Somehow, I wish it could become a romantic serie but it's a lot of work, so I'll just continue re-reading it 🤍

thank you so much!! 😭💞 i was trying to see how i would do the ending, and decided a lil awkward/nervous one would be more realistic on both sides ✨

like yeah prof!jungkook may have a degradation kink but he so doesnt think you’re a stupid whore who gets fucked on the daily 😭

i did contemplate a series 👁️ but i have too many wip’s atm that making another series would just be too much 😭

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hii, can u write prof!jk x student!reader?

fuck it why not??

Not Until I Say So

That time you got caught masturbating in your professor's classroom after hours.

Word Count: 7.531

Warning: camgirl, teacher/student, masturbation, smut, voyeurism, dirty talk, sex toys, fingering, dom jungkook, submissive reader, ass slapping/spanking, chemistry questions bc this is a jk professor fic, begging, edging/orgasm denial, cock worship, oral, deep throating, overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex,

Taglist | Teaser

You knew doing this was risky and maybe, just maybe, that was your problem. You loved risks. The way your heart pumped outside your chest so rapidly, allowing hot, anticipated blood to flow throughout your body. Your breathing would become just as rapid, unable to hold in the energetic excitement that bursts through you.

What was the risk you were taking?

You, a camgirl, were going to go live in your professor's classroom. 

Of course, something like this was insane. Incredibly heinous if you got caught.

You weren’t going to get caught - you were sure of it. Not only was the weekend, but this certain professor was never in his classroom outside of class hours.

Professor Jeon - named Jeon Jungkook - was young, close to his thirties. Most Professors are the same age as your parents or older, however Professor Jeon was no older than the students he taught. 

Professor Jeon wasn’t just young, but he was also dangerously handsome. You recall when he strutted through the door 10 minutes late, glasses hanging on his shirt holding a black briefcase. He had apologized profusely about being late and admitted that he overslept - and did a dramatic bow. 

When you laid eyes on Professor Jeon, dressed in a tight fitted v-neck shirt with fitted dress pants that showed just how tiny his waist was… you couldn’t concentrate in the slightest. Not when your Professor was a hot piece of ass and a total slut in what he was wearing.

The wooden door creaks when you open it. The sensor lights come on as you stroll in, closing the door behind you. Your heels click against the floors beneath you as you walk, echoing off of the empty classroom walls. 

The classroom has amazing bright lighting that would do good for your cam. You go towards Professor Jeon’s desk and release a short sigh. He had a few books stacked on top of one another that caught your eye. You go towards them and pick them up, placing your cell phone - that is fully charged and ready for this moment - on top. You stroll towards the array of desks and place the books on top of one. 

You throw your bag down on one of the seats after unzipping it. You’re a bit giddy at the thought of doing this here out of all places. You just know the tips that you were going to get were going to be insane - possibly the most you’d receive thus far!

When you decided  for this camshow, you were going to look the part of the slutty student - a sheer white top that’s tied at the end and too tight for it to not be inappropriate in formal settings. You aren’t wearing a bra so your nipples are hard against the shirt. Your skirt is plaid and short, your ass hanging out of the bottom of it and matching thigh high socks.

Most of your “fans” have fantasies - you managed to fulfil most of them. However, you had your own fantasy. You always got wet at the idea of public indecency and the thought of being caught. You, however, weren’t a complete idiot. You knew doing this would be marking it off your bucket list. However, you understood doing it during the weekend and after hours would be best. No one would be here besides the janitors, and knowing them, they were possibly off somewhere milking the clock.

You came prepared. You were fully intended on going all out - and clean up afterwards. Your bag had more than sex toys. You had towels, clorox wipes and even multi-purpose cleaner. You didn’t want Professor Jeon to come back to your cum all over his desk - how embarrassing.

“Heelllooo.” you sing-song once the live starts. Your phone is leaning against the stacks of books. The look of you through the camera is amazing - dark desk with Professor Jeon’s desk chair in the background. A large white board with the Philosophical messages written on it; it was truly a scene right out of a porn shoot.

“I told you all I always imagined fucking myself in this very classroom.” you take a few steps back to lean against Professor Jeon’s desk. You tilt your head cutesy-like - just how your viewers like. “And today…I’m going to do just that.”

Jungkook’s dress shoes click against the marble floor as he makes his way down the long hall. His glasses are low on his nose, one hand lazily in his pant pockets. He didn’t want to be here on an off day, but he was already behind on grading and if he procrastinated any more, his grades wouldn’t be in the system in time for finals.

So, like any other professionally responsible Professor does, he goes to do his job. He passed one janitor that was playing a game of Candy Crush on high volume. It echoes down the hall even as he reaches his classroom. From underneath the closed door, he witnesses light passing through. 

Jungkook furrows his eyes, but doesn’t think too much into it. Possibly another janitor is inside cleaning and actually doing their jobs.

Jungkook twists the handle and opens the door. Immediately, he stops in his tracks as his ears pick up moaning. 

Jungkook stops in the doorway, his head, ever so slowly, turns to where his desk sits. You, an average student with decent grades, is sitting on his desk. You’re dressed like a modern slut that he’d see in a cheap, oversaturated porno or on Halloween night. Your head is pushed back, mouth agape and releasing such pleasurable moans that his cock twitches at just the sound of it. Your eyes are squeezed shut and for a moment, he doesn’t hear the buzzing sounds.

Jungkook shuts the door behind him slowly, his eyes zoning in on you and then glancing towards the desk where your camera lays against a stack of his books. 

You were recording this? Jungkook licks his lips, a bit ashamed at how hot he thought this was. Of course, this was utterly disrespectful and unacceptable, but he was just a man himself. He watches useless porn that excites him in the moment, and disgusts it once he cums all over himself. 

And now, witnessing the way the rough vibrator lays against your clit, it excites him. He feels his mouth salivate, his mind going through dirty thoughts that he shouldn’t have for you or anyone he teaches for that matter.

“Excuse me.”

Your eyes dart open and the vibrator drops from your hands. Your head snaps to the left and your soul nearly leaves your body. Your vibrator buzzes against the marble floor as your heart leaps from your chest. 

“P-Prof-fessor!”

You drop from Professor Jeon’s desk, wrapping your arms in front of your chest - that was now unbuttoned and fully displaying your bare chest. 

“W-What are-”

“What are you doing?” Jungkook responds, glancing from you to your phone. “You…do realize you’re being recorded right?”

You swallow, nodding shamefully. “I-I..I cam…from time to time.” you murmur sheepishly, your body trembling underneath his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Professor Jeon-”

Jungkook furrows his brows at you. So you were a camgirl. Now it made sense what you were doing here at this time and hour, dressed in such a way. But Jungkook only chuckles for a moment before shaking his head. 

“No, I mean there’s a camera in this room.” Jungkook corrects. He points to the ceiling where one, circular dome sits. “It’s new. I use it to assure no one cheats.”

Your eyes follow his pointing hand. You close your eyes, feeling utterly stupid right now. It was just your luck that you would get caught - and on camera that that wasn’t the camera you intended on being a part of.

“You do realize what you’re doing could get you put on a registry?”

Jungkook begins to stroll closer to you. His steps are cool and relaxed and they do not match that of someone upset at finding one of his students being indecent in his classroom. 

“I’ll go!” you plead, shaking your head. “I-I’ll clean up before I do and-”

“No,” Jungkook stops a few feet away from you. “continue.” 

You're completely still after Professor Jeon speaks. He stands tall, shoulder relaxed. His eyes, ever so dark, are watching you behind those round glasses he wears that makes him look like the hottest geek you’ve ever seen. Your eyes turn towards your phone, the amount of chats and cash coming through has it buzzing up a storm. From where you're standing, the viewers can see you attempting to cover yourself, but Jungkook is out of sight. 

“Professor…” you trail off, your voice low. “...I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

Jungkook tilts his head at you. He ponders how much money you make being a camgirl - maybe even more than him as a Professor. There were always men (and the occasional woman) who were willing to pay thousands for whatever fantasies you were willing to fulfil.

Jungkook knows full well that him being here as long as he is, allowing his eyes to skim over your half naked body, is wrong. He was in a position of power, after all. He was your professor and he could use this to get you to do whatever he wanted you to do - the possibilities were endless.

But Jungkook wasn’t an asshole. You're a decent student in class who does well on exams and always turns in work on time. You were a pretty girl that now has his attention that shouldn’t be on you - but it is. Especially with the way he’s positive that your pussy is wet right about now.

“Continue.” Jungkook repeats. “You do have an audience waiting, don’t you?”

Your body is hot. For a moment, you’re still. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing the entire time, messages and tips flying through. You ponder if they think this is an act or has reality hit them like it had you.

Jungkook’s eyes are intense. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, he thinks. After all, you hadn’t stopped trembling since he arrived. He doesn’t blame you - he would be highly humiliated too if someone walked in on him in such a vulnerable state that could possibly get him kicked out of college and put onto a sex offenders list. He had no intention of truly reporting you - even if you decided to end your stream now and haul ass; he would respect it. 

“You…you won’t tell?” you murmur, swallowing a lump in your throat. Was it idiotic to say this when there were hundreds already watching you now?

Jungkook takes another step forward and nods his head. “I won’t tell.” he murmurs, voice calm but low. “I want to watch…you’d let me, right? It can’t be any different than what you’re already doing.”

Your heart pounds. Your body is warm and flushed with embarrassment - and flattery? This was Professor Jeon out of all people. A young professor that has all the girls (and a few boys) swooning. This was an opportunity of a lifetime - even if it was nerve wracking. 

“Consider it…extra credit.” Jungkook shrugs. “Besides, no one has to know what you and I do here. It can be our little secret.”

You, his & the viewers - but they were just as perverted as you and he was. They were getting off to this; the innocently slutty student and the perverted, but sexy teacher using this all to his advantage.  

“Okay.” you nod, slowly allowing your arms to fall to your aides. Your breasts are plump, nipples hardened. He doesn’t hide his gaze in the slightest, dinding you entirely enticing. “What…what do you want me to do, Professor?” 

Jungkook’s cock twitches again. You got over your nerves fast. He liked that. 

“Pick up your vibrator and turn it off.” 

You do as you’re told, glancing at your phone screen. The comments were going rapidly - your phone chiming with tips. How were you ever going to top this live stream when it was all over? 

“Place it on my desk.” Jungkook speaks, watching the way your ass sits in the short skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice so deep that the words shoot straight to your core. “now sit on my desk and show everyone how wet you are.”  

Your heart thumps so loudly out your chest, but you do ss Professor Jeon says. You would be lying if you said this didn’t excite you - to witness your own professors lust over your body. It was an ego boost. 

You open your legs, your eyes staying on Professor Jeon for his next instruction.

“Touch yourself.” 

You haven’t touched yourself without a toy in who knows how long. After a while, your fingers just weren’t enough. You enjoyed fucking yourself on a dildo while your audience watched - bonus if you had a vibrator against your clit in the process. 

But your body is entirely hot and your pussy is wet and pulsing - this was such a turn on. You follow your instruction, placing the pad of your fingers against your clit. Professor Jeon’s eyes were so intense, full of dark lust. You almost wanted to ask what he was thinking right now - if he would ever touch you in this way. 

Jungkook licks his lips, eyes trained on the way your fingers twirl against your wet clit, dampening your digits in seconds. This isn’t how he was supposed to spend his weekend. This wasn’t grading papers - but it was even better. A complete treat he wasn’t aware he needed until now - one he would have forever when he reviewed the camera footage back. Was that legal, he thinks. He didn’t tell you to come in here and get off. Besides, you also knew there was a camera in the room now and hadn’t said no so…

“You have a pretty pussy.” Jungkook blurts out, swallowing the dry lump in his throat. 

“Tha…thanks.” you huff, halting for a mere second before continuing to play with your coit further. “I’m glad you think so, Professor Jeon.”

Jungkook blinks his eyes to look at your face. He tilts his head a bit and snorts. “You’re full of shit.” he says. “You’re saying whatever you think you need to in order to please me.”

“Is it working?” you ask, your fingers going closer to your entrance. 

It is, but Jungkook doesn’t want to tell you that. Instead, he decides to watch the way your fingers, slowly and teasingly - to yourself, him and the audience - enter you. The way it appears that you’re stretching yourself so good that he ponders when was the last time you’ve been fucked. The thoughts couldn’t be that obscene as watching you pleasure yourself right now.

“Why my classroom?”

Your eyes, that had begun fluttering close, snap open at Professor Jeon’s words. Your free hands reach up to cup your naked breast, your hardened nipple against your palm.

“You know why, Professor.” you murmur, not saying his name. 

For a moment, you forget about your phone facing you, hundreds of people watching you and hearing Jungkook. If they knew he was your actual professor, or thought this was all a skit, you weren’t sure. But you know that at the end of it all, the amount of tips you were going to get could possibly pay your bills for months to come.

“Sometimes, I think of you when I do my streams.”

You’re teasing him, but you did think of him sometimes. When he was teaching, you’d think about the way his shoulders flexed. When you sat closer to his desk, you’d oftentimes find yourself looking down at his tattooed hand, the veins in his hand tightening when he wrote something. It was hard to not imagine those same hands wrapped around you.

“I think about you…” your fingers pump inside you, your pussy making a slightly squelching noise that interests Jungkook. “...about you doing this to me.”

You can hear Jungkook breathing now. It increases the further he watches you. You were good at this, he thinks. You’re talking to him the same way you'd talk to your audience, your voice so sultry and full of intense lust that could not be fabricated in the slightest. 

“You think about my fingers fucking into you?” Jungkook asks. The thought alone excites him. The act of getting to feel your wet pussy - that’s currently dripping on his desk - in the palm of his own hands has his breathing increasing even more. “And here I thought you were just interested in the lesson.”

Your fingers tug at your nipple, your thumb and index finger pinching the sensitive bud as your other hand pumps your fingers inside of you. Your thighs shake a bit just when you bite your lip.

“I can’t help it.” you continue. You know full well that you’re turning him on. You noticed the bulge in his pants, twitching to be released. You lick your bottom lip, continuing with your lewd talk. “Sometimes my thoughts get even dirtier…” you trail off, making sure to bat your lashes at him.

Swallowing, Jungkook steps closer. He stretches his shoulders and neck, his eyes darkening at you.

“...I think about you bending me over and fucking me in front of everyone.” you gasp. You tug at your nipple even harder, your thrusting fingers hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. Your head falls back a bit, eyes shutting for a moment. You think about your words - about Professor Jeon indeed doing just that. How wet you’d be for him. How powerful his thrusts must be - how well he could take you and just how vulnerable for him you’d be.

Your back arches, your walls tightening around your fingers.

Jungkook grunts. He takes a few steps closer to you. His hand wraps around your wrist and pulls out your wet fingers from inside of you.

Your eyes snap open with shock and confusion. “Prof-”

“You won’t cum.” Jungkook hisses, slapping your hand away. “Not until I say so.”

Those words shoot straight to your core. You were a whore for a man to dominate you - bonus points if it was your hot Professor who, admittedly, you had thought about fucking you from time to time. But respectfully, you hadn’t acted out on it like others had. The amount of flirting he had to turn down from fellow peers was insane.

Yet here he was with you. Of course, it was just a matter of time and place. He wouldn’t be in this position if you hadn’t brought yourself here.

“Yes, Professor.” you murmur.

Jungkook supposed that his cover was blown. He was now in the camera and there wasn’t a point in going back to his hidden position now.

“Turn around.” 

Jungkook had to take back control - even when he technically still had it. You were far too enticing to him. Those sultry eyes followed by your words of pure submission for him. He was going to melt if he didn’t get you to turn away from him.

You do as you’re told, falling to your feet and turning around on his desk. You face the dark chalk board.

Jungkook forces your legs apart, showing the camera an amazing view of your ass and glistening pussy.

“Everytime you’re in my class, it seems you don’t pay much attention.” Jungkook says. He should’ve asked first if it was okay to touch you, but you don’t say anything when he does. He feels electricity shoot throughout him when his hand grips your bare ass, a low growl releasing from his lips. “I’m going to ask you some questions and I expect you to answer them correctly.”

The desk is cool and hard against your breast. You nod your head, slight anticipation building up.

“Let’s start off easy.”

Jungkook’s hand grips your ass once more, enjoying the way it feels in his palm. 

“Are two atoms of the same element identical?”

You gasp when you feel Professor Jeon’s fingers slide past your clit. “No.”

“Good girl.” Jungkook hums, continuing to rub at your clit. “Can water remain a liquid below zero degrees Celsius?”

Your own breathing increases, wanting to feel his fingers deep inside of you. “Yes…?”

“Seems like you’ve listened to something.”

Though you found chemistry boring, you understood Professor Jeon was going easy on you at the moment. Maybe he was spewing out easy questions just to feel your wet pussy even more.

“Can you light a diamond on fire?”

“...No?”

You yelp this time, feeling a sharp strike against your ass.

“Wrong.” Jungkook sing-songs, gripping your stinging cheek. “It can be.”

You sigh.

“What determines the degree of completeness of a reaction?”

What the fuck? You close your eyes, attempting to think back into any chemistry class you had to remember - but it doesn’t dawn on you. You couldn’t remain concentrated regardless.

“Um-”

Another slap lands on your ass, this time harder. The stinging sensation feels entirely too good for you to be upset.

“You don’t know.” Jungkook tsks. “That’s because you’ve been daydreaming about me fucking you instead of paying attention in class.”

Another slap - then another, and another. Jungkook slaps both of your cheeks until your thighs are shaking with overstimulation. Your back is arched, fully anticipating more and more, and he gives it each time. You were enjoying this just as much as he was, your ass throbbing but your pussy leaking for even more of the stinging sensation.

“I’ll start paying attention more, Professor Jeon.” you moan, legs quivering. “I prom-”

Smack!

Jungkook slides his fingers between your legs, rubbing your throbbing clit. He grunts at the way your arousal pools right onto his palm and he shakes his head. 

“This isn’t much of a punishment for a whore like you.” Jungkook spats. “Dripping all over my desk and the floor. Slutty pussy clenching around nothing in hopes I’d fill you up.”

Professor Jeon was just as a good dirty talker as you were. While your words were soft and sultry, his was lewd and rough - just how you liked it. 

“Let’s see how easily I can get my fingers in your pussy.”

Jungkook slides his fingers slowly towards your entrance, assuring that the camera has a perfect view of you. You’re so wet and warm that he himself has to contain himself when his fingers sink inside of you. 

“P-Professor.” you stutter, your pussy immediately squeezing greedily around his fingers. You couldn’t believe that you were in this position now, wrapped firmly around the same hands you’d often imagined about. 

“Let’s see how much you could take.”

Jungkook begins to pump his fingers aggressively in and out of you, curling them a bit. His free hand lays on your ass, gripping and rubbing it as his fingers pound.

Your thighs open wider, your cheek pressing against his desk. Your eyes are fluttering and you don’t attempt to hide your loud squeals. The room is full of squelching noises that could surely be heard down the hall if anyone was truly paying attention, but none of the janitors were. It made this moment even more of an adrenaline rush.

“Feels so g-good!” you gasp out.

Jungkook grips your ass cheek in his palm, his knuckles slamming against your clit with how deep his fingers were pumping. “Such a slutty little thing you are.” he hisses. “Are you going to cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes!” you exhale, nodding your head. Your cheek rubs against his wooden desk. “Yes, Professor!”

“No,” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, slapping his hand down onto your clit. “not until I say so.”

You let out a loud whine, eyes widening. “But…but-”

“A whore like you should be begging.”

“Please.”

Jungkook steps away. “That’s not good enough.” he snickers. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing and he makes a mental note to ask just how much you made when this was all done. Out of curiosity, but because he expected anything from you.

You manage to pull yourself off of Professor Jeon’s desk. You turn to him with pleading, glossy eyes. You were so close to cumming that the lack of it has caused your eyes to water pathetically. Your shirt, that’s already open, is pulled off of you. You throw it aside, and then go for your skirt.

Jungkook watches the way you strip for him, before getting on your knees. This had to be demeaning in a way, but you were such a whore in the moment that you didn’t care how this made you look.

“Professor Jeon…” you murmur, crawling closer to him. 

Jungkook feels it - his cock twitching right in his pants. The sight of you on your hands and knees before him, those glossy, pleading eyes…

“Yes?”

You swallow, eyes slowly trailing down his body until they land on the obvious bulge. You lick your lips.

“Can I suck your cock?” you ask, eyes flashing back up at him. “Please?”

The twitching doesn’t stop this time. Jungkook is completely off guard by your request.

“You could fuck my mouth until you cum.” you suggest, a hand reaching out for his waist. “I always wanted to have your cock in my mouth, Professor.”

How could you be so submissive, but still have complete control over him? Jungkook didn’t know. He doesn’t stop your hand from tugging at his pants until they’re down, his underwear sliding with it.

This was really happening, you think. His cock, tip so pink and wet with pre-cum staring right at you. Your mouth salivates to have him in your mouth. You haven’t realized just how long you wanted him until the opportunity presented itself to you.

Your hand wraps around his shaft. Jungkook watches between unblinking eyes as your pink tongue comes out and slides against his wet slit. He shudders, mouth falling open.

“Your cock is so pretty, Professor.” you murmur, his tip against your lips. “So big…I knew you’d have a big cock for me to suck.”

Jungkook clenches his hands as you lick his tip once more, before sliding it across your face entirely. You were so filthy, he thinks, and so close. How could he have not known something as dirty as you was right in his classroom this entire time.

“You’re such a dirty little whore.” Jungkook hisses. “Rubbing my cock all over your face like this.”

You hum, your tongue sliding across his shaft. Your eyes look up at him innocently. “Want you to fuck my mouth with your big cock, Professor.”

“You do?” Jungkook allows a hand to lay onto your head, patting it slightly and further adding to the demeaning. “You’re gonna be a good little whore and let me fuck your mouth?”

You nod your head, opening your mouth and twirling your tongue onto his wet tip. You suckle on it greedily, sucking your cheeks in.

Jungkook allows you to suck on his cock, bringing it deeper and deeper into your mouth. You were so sloppy, drool trickling down the side of your lips, watery eyes staring up at you.

Your filthy sounds of your slurping bounces off the walls and high ceilings of Professor Jeon’s classroom, only adding to the obscene sight - and his excitement. His cock hits your uvula and you’re proud that all the times you’ve practiced - on live - deep throating, that you managed to not make a full of yourself.

“Look how slutty…” Jungkook trails off, a growl in his voice. His hand, that had been on the top of your head like he would have his own dog, had slid down to your cheek. His hips jerk forward. “…you’re a natural at this. How often do you suck on cocks?”

There’s a single tear that slides down your cheek, one that has Jungkookk even more excited to fuck your face. His thumb swipes the tear away, his hips continuing to jerk.

“Aha,” Jungkook chuckles. “I suppose you can’t answer me.”

Your mouth is so hot and wet, gummy-like walls inviting him entirely. More and more saliva pools into your mouth just for him and his pleasure. Though your eyesight was a bit blurred, you could see Professor Jeon’s handsome face. Dark eyebrows stretched together with concentration, plump pink lips parted slightly to let out exhales and moans.

Jungkook couldn’t wait to watch his cameras back at this. Dare he say this was the most excitement he had in months. Blood pumps through his veins,a rush going through him at getting to fuck your mouth without any hesitation from you. Your gagging noise only fuels him further.  

“You’re so beautiful like this. A little whore on her knees for me. Gagging around my cock just like you’ve imagined.”

Your mouth aches and you have little motivation to continue to suck, but you allow him to use your mouth as he sees fit. Your thighs clenched together, friction shooting straight to your already throbbing cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck-“ Jungkook throws his head back, eyes clenching shut. “-you stupid fucking whore. With a mouth like this I might have to live out your little fantasy. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me stopping my lecture just to fuck your mouth open like this.”

Jungkook would never do it - you know that just as much as he does. But the fantasy still lives free in both of your minds. It’s so obscene and forbidden that the desire grows with each passing moment. You feel like the luckiest student here by just being in this position - no matter how wrong this was.

Jungkook is close. You can feel him with each passing thrust, his hands on the back of your head. Your throbbing clit is dripping all over the floor while his twitching cock assaults your throat. You whine around him, wet, blurry eyes blinking to continue to look up at him. Your nose is against his abdomen when you feel the warm, salty cum reach your throat.

A long groan comes from Jungkook’s lips, his legs twitching as he fills your throat. You’re salivating entirely, the drool pooling down your chest. You’re able to breathe again when his cock pops from your wet lips, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you together. You take several breaths, even coughing a bit.

Jungkook stumbles back a few steps, rolling his neck a bit to regain his composure. 

“Professor Jeon,” you sigh out. You lift the back of your hand to wipe away the saliva on your lips. “please fuck me.”

Oh.

Jungkook blinks his eyes open to look at your pathetic position on the ground. 

“Please make me cum, Professor Jeon.” you plead. “I’ll be good. I’ll do better in your class.”

Jungkook watches you crawl closer to him, those watery eyes looking up at him pitifully. Jungkook snarls, something growing in his chest at just the sound of your words. 

You were already doing alright in his class. You showed up and participated only if you knew the answer - which wasn’t all the time, but it was enough. 

“You’re a lying whore.” Jungkook hisses. He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks it so you’re looking at him and now his already hardened cock. As if he hadn’t already cum enough down your throat, he was ready to go again. “You just want to be fucked good, don’t you? Why should I fuck you?”

Your heart pumps with anticipation. “Because,” you whine softly. 

“That’s not an answer. You couldn’t even get my questions correct. But you want to be rewarded with a good fuck?”

You swallow, eyes watching him just as he watches you. 

“I’m so wet for you right now, Professor.” you whine. “It’s not my fault I have a hard time concentrating during classes.”

And it’ll just be a bit harder, you think, now that you know just how pretty his cock was. 

And just how much you wanted it in you at any given moment.

Jungkook closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He can hear the faint vibrating sounds of the stream - he almost forgot just how alone you and he truly weren’t. 

“I’m on birth control.”

Eyes snapping open, Jungkook gawks down at you. Eyes pleading as ever.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” you question, a tilt to your head. “Cumming in me right where you teach all of your students.”

Jungkook’s breathing hardens - it would be fun, wouldn't it? 

“Turn around.” Jungkook rushes, letting go of your hair and you away. “Ass up. Since you’re begging to be stuffed, I’ll just do exactly that.” 

It didn’t take much convincing on Jungkook’s end - how embarrassing. He hasn’t cum in someone raw in he doesn’t know how long. All of this was just feeding into a fantasy he wasn’t aware he held; especially for a student. 

You do exactly as Professor Jeon tells you to. Your chest is against the cool floor, thighs apart. He has a view of your glistening pussy, waiting for him. 

Jungkook’s right hand slams on your ass as he comes onto the ground in front of you, then he slides it to your waist and yanks you toward him. His free hand wraps around his cock, pumping it before he slides it between your wet lips. 

The stinging sensation on your ass only has your cunt growing wetter. You squirm when his wet tip rubs at your clit, only further taunting you and your pathetic whimpering. 

“Let’s see how good of a fuck you are.” Jungkook says, his voice meaning to sound more demeaning than it was. His voice cracks just a bit when he begins to enter you. “I might just keep you around.”

This had to be a one time thing. He couldn't risk being caught up with you - his student. Though you and hebwere both grown adults, it was ethical. 

But damn was it good, Jungkook thinks. 

Jungkook enters you in one thrust, groaning at how tight, warm and wet you were. Your velvety walls are caging him in, assuring that he would be thinking about you for months to come.

Jungkook places both of his hands on your hips, sliding out just to thrust back in. His nails dig into your skin, hips continuing to rut, growing faster and faster with each pump.

Your nipples are hard against the ground, slamming into it with each thrust of Professor Jeon’s hips. He’s so deep, his cock hitting your sweet spot. Your walls tighten around him, feeling that pleasurable pressure as before - you weren’t meant to last long. 

Your ass is amazing to Jungkook. The way it slams off of his abdomen as he pounds his cock into you. His tall ceiling bounces off the leed sounds of skin slapping. He doesn’t hold back his groans, needing to express just how good your pussytruly was. 

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, his head hanging. “your pussy’s so wet.”

“Your cock feels so good, Professor.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook snickers. His right hand slides up your bare back, stopping at the back of your neck. “Aren’t you lucky to finally have your fantasy come to life?”

You yelp when Jungkook yanks your neck, bringing you back to him. Your completely naked body against his clothed one just adds to his dominance nature. 

Sliding his hand from your neck to your chin, he juts it to look at him. This new position allows his grinding cock to go deeper. His lips are close to yours, his rushed, warm breath tickling the skin of your face. 

“I would’ve fucked you sooner if I knew you felt this good.” Jungkook murmurs, 

Professor Jeon’s lips are on yours before you could respond. He groans into it when your cunt squeezes around him. He lets go of your chin to reach between your legs, rubbing at your throbbing clit. 

There isn’t any way you’re going to concentrate during lessons. Not when you’d look down at his hands and recall the way he’d rub your clit so possessively as he is now - or had those very same fingers deep into your pussy. 

Jungkook lets go of your lips, but he doesn’t go far. He watches the way your face stretches in pleasure, your eyebrows knitted together and plump lips pulled apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Jungkook asked, his cock continuing to stretch you out. 

“Yes!” you nod. You place your head against his chest, squirming with overstimulation as Jungkook’s fingers add pressure onto your clit.

Jungkook pushes you away and removes his cock - much to his own dismay. He listens to your whimpering protests and finds that he enjoys tormenting you any way he could. “Not until I say so.” he sing-songs, repeating those same wretched words from earlier. They are beginning to haunt you.

“Please!” your legs are shaking as you turn to face him, your back against the cold floor. Your mind couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel - his own cock had to be throbbing to cum right into you. He was a sadist, you think. “It isn’t fair you’re doing this to me. I’m a good student!”

You were protesting now, eyes wide with irritation. You were seconds away with just stuffing your own fingers in you and finishing yourself off - but it wouldn’t be the same. You couldn’t fuck yourself like Professor Jeon can and that realization alone was going to drive you insane.

“Are you?” Jungkook asks. Your eyes glances down at his hard cock, doused with your creamy arousal. “You snuck in here, or did you forget?”

Your bottom lips juts out in a pout.

“Come here.”

Jungkook drops onto the ground in front of you, his pants at his ankles.

Your eyes furrow, but you don’t hesitate. You get into his lap, your thighs on either side of him. 

“Make yourself cum.” Jungkook says, his hands immediately settling on your waist. “Before I change my mind.”

You’re far too eager. Your arm reaches back to grasp his cock and center it at your entrance. You’re far too wet that it’s easy to slide it in.

The cry that came from Jungkook’s lips was embarrassing. You sit directly onto his cock, your soft hands on his shoulders. You begin to rock your hips back and forth, your head rolling slowly from side to side. Your walls are so tight, Jungkook thinks, completely captivating him. You know exactly what you’re doing and Jungkook ponders if you do this often - with sextoys or other men - that makes you this good at riding.

Calloused hands roam up your sides then to your breasts. Professor Jeon captures them, squeezing the mounds in his hands tightly. His thumbs play with your nipples, twirling and pinching them just right.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans, burying his face into your bosom. He peppers quick, wet kisses onto them as your hips rise and fall.

“Your cock’s so big, Professor!” you wail. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands begin to tighten their grasp on his shirt. 

Jungkook shakes his head. He pokes his tongue out, tracing your skin until they reach your nipple. He suckles on it, his tongue twirling around the bud. His left hand captures your ass, gripping the flesh harshly as you bounce on him.

You weren’t made to last long. All your frustrations had built up greatly for this moment - nor does Professor Jeon go easy on you. His hands gripping your ass with the way he sucks on your chest has you cumming in mere minutes since you started. 

“-gonna cum!” you moan, both arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

You’re leaking onto him entirely, arousal coating his thighs. Jungkook isn’t sure how it’s possible for someone to be this wet, but he isn’t complaining. Your pussy was so perfect - and so were you. You were the right amount of filthy he never knew he needed in his life.

Popping your nipple from wet lips, Jungkook decides to take over. “I’m going to cum in this pussy, baby.” he growls, hand squeezing your ass as his hips begin to rut into you. “Fill you just like you want.”

Your body is limp against him, walls squeezing him as you are riding your high. You’re unable to say much besides soft “please”’s. Your eyes are fluttering, your insides feeling every ounce of pleasure until it becomes unbearable. 

Jungkook’s cock drills you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. He doesn’t intend on being quiet - especially not now. He wants anyone that’s around to hear how good he’s fucking you - his student. Someone so off limits to him, but that doesn’t stop either of you. He wants you to remember this moment forever. To have you thinking of him every time you go live - or happen to fuck someone else.

To let you know that it wouldn’t be the same because it wasn’t him.

Professor Jeon slams his right hand onto your ass, holding you in place. He continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off of the walls loudly. Juices flow out of you as your body trembles, overstimulation taking over you. 

“Gonna stuff you good.” Jungkook grunts, thrust growing sloppy. Your squelching pussy is so melodic to him and he knows the sound will replay in his head over and over again. “Then send you home with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

Warm cum pools into you. You can feel Professor Jeon’s legs shaking as he cums, a soft whine in your ear. It’s so warm, you think, and weird having your professors cum stuffed in you. Your body feels heavy and you don’t move for a few moments as the both of you attempt to regain your composure.

You're not the one that stops the live. You had to admit that you do possibly look entirely pathetic crouched on the floor like this as Jungkook cleans himself up, but you weren’t used to be fucked by someone else.

“We should probably…talk.”

Now things were awkward. 

You manage to come into a seated position, cum covering your clit and possibly pooling out of you.

“I won’t tell anyone.” you say. 

Jungkook straightens his shoulders. “I wasn’t going to say that,” he murmurs. He wasn’t that much of an asshole. “Are you okay?”

Your cheeks are warm. You cross your arms, though it’s pointless. Your body is already exposed to him.

Jungkook hands you your revealing clothing and watches as you get dressed.

“I’m okay.” you assure, buttoning up your top. You pull your trench coat on next, feeling his eyes on you. “I’m…sorry for doing this.”

You go towards your bag where your cleaning supplies were. Coming down from your high after sex was always so awkward. Maybe this is why you avoided that and chose to fuck yourself.

“I’m sorry, too.” Jungkook says. He grabs the clorox wipes from your hands and decides that he could help, too. After all, it was his mess, too. “I hope I haven’t made things difficult for you. I am your Professor and…the dynamic is complicated.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“But we’re both adults.” Jungkook continues. He turns his back to wipe his desk, unsure where he’s truly coming from. “And though I may have said it at the moment, I don’t think you’re truly that way.”

“A stupid whore?” you joke, giggling to yourself. “I know. We both got way into it.” 

It doesn’t take a long time for the mess to be cleaned. You grasp your phone and put it into your trench coat pocket. 

“I should get going.” you say.

Professor Jeon nods his head. He’s leaning against his desk now, dark eyes watching you. 

“I’ll see you in class in a few days.” Jungkook calls as you make your way out of the classroom.

“Tomorrow.” you correct, opening the door a bit. You turn to him as he speaks.

“You don’t have to come.” Professor Jeon waves off. He proceeds to go to his chair and plop down onto it. “I planned on having a surprise quiz tomorrow.”

“A quiz?”

Jungkook nods. He puts his glasses on and turns towards you. 

“I’ll give you a passing grade.” Professor Jeon states. “You should rest tomorrow.”

Your eyes begin to slowly widen. “You don’t-”

“Rest.” Jungkook interrupts. He turns his eyes away from you and down on the stack of papers on his desk. “It’ll be fine.”

You clench your thighs together at his words. Your heart is pumping loudly in your chest. For some reason, you feel giddy. The familiar rush of adrenaline flows through you. 

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again, Professor Jeon.” you say, opening the door wider. You don’t wait for a response this time and maybe Jungkook is a bit too stunned to give you one before you close the door behind you.

What Jungkook did know was that he also couldn’t wait to fuck you again, too.

@songbyeonkim @investedreader @joonwater @spreadmysushi @internetbelle @seokjinkismet @sweetempathprunetree

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how far along are you with not until i say so? i cant wait to read it i know its gonna be SO juicy <3

A few more smut scenes & then it’ll be done 🤙🏽

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jungkook fic recs! part 4

★ ridin || jjk - @letsbangts (when the car ride has you both wildin)

★ LOVE HIGH ! - @frmisnow (in which. being a lovesick loser, freshly engaged and high is a crazy combo...)

★ Self-Care Sunday | JJK - @shina913 (You arrive at your mani-pedi appointment to find out that your usual technician is unexpectedly out. Instead, the salon owner’s son offers to do your nails instead.)

★ oxygen | jjk - @gimmethatagustd (If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.)

★ starstruck (1) - @trivia-yandere (jungkook, a highly award-winning actor, has his eyes set on you, an upcoming actress, to be his love interest in his new movie.)

★ bridges we almost burned 𓇼 𓂂 ˚ ◌ - @kooffeecup (when you see your boyfriend giving ride to the new intern frequently because he thinks it’s convenient, something snaps inside you.)

★ ࣪ ִֶָ love wins all ࣪ ִֶָ . - @kooffeecup (You ended things with Miyeon to escape the web of his lies—but the truth was far heavier. Your heart had begun to crave something it shouldn’t: the quiet warmth of his father, Jungkook.)

★ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 - @alexlwrites (The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.)

★ admiring from afar - @jeonsalibi (you owed a friend a favour, a favour which entailed a blind date. but the catch, it was only blind on your side.)

★ pink hearts & black clouds | jjk. masterlist - @eternalguk (Jeon Jungkook is the epitome of a brooding grunge. Moody, distant, and always a little too sarcastic. A grumpy, tattooed college student who barely tolerates anyone… except you. Somehow, the girl who’s a whirlwind of pink hearts and strawberry lipgloss is the one who keeps dear Jungkook on his toes.)

★ Manifest It - @luvismenu (yn and jungkook have a little “game” going on where they explore a bunch of different kinks that they’re mutually interested in)

★ dear stranger - @jeonstudios (lucky you, getting stuck in an elevator, your worst nightmare come to life. lucky you, getting stuck with a stranger.)

★ hotter than hell | jjk. (m) - @chateautae (jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.)

★ Making of a lover (Yandere CEO! Jeon Jungkook) - @smileyoongle

★ The Ex Text - @shadowkoo (The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.)

★ It’s not over - @jmstoesblog (Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.)

★ ˚ · .˚ ༘ 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒔 - @nvrngl (it's the middle of the night and jungkook stumbles ( yet again ) through your window, wounded, sheepish, irresistably adorable.)

★ no longer strangers | jjk - @soft4gguk (jungkook x inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers, summer love au, jk’s a photography major <3)

★ Failed quickie - @vminizzle (coworker!jungkook x f.reader making out in public place (their workplace), marking, swearing, hair pulling, mention of tattooed jk)

★ FADE INTO YOU ☕️ jeon jungkook. - @nmjoo-n (“oh angel, for how fucking adorable you are, you sure don’t use that pretty little brain of yours much,” or jungkook has no limits when it comes to you. you’re his, he’s gonna get it through your head, eventually.)

★ Ruin the Dress... Shirt (M) | JJK - @fortunexkookie (What could possibly go wrong during a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner with your brand new boyfriend? Let’s be honest, you shouldn’t have even asked.)

★ Tease - @jkwrites-m (One night. One tight dress. One look that wrecked Jungkook’s entire fucking existence.)

★ ❝ after hours ❞ — jjk (m.) - @y2kooks (You always showed up right before sunset—hot, bothered, and craving your favorite drink. But one night, Jungkook locks the door early… And suddenly, you’re the only thing on his shelf worth tasting after hours.)