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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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ִֶָ── ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ Kinktober D6- sixty-nine

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content: nasty, passionate desperate sex type shit, face grinding, obv 69, cum swallowing, dirty talk, use of his last name cause it's hawt, he calls her sugar, big dick Jk

note from cherry: EDIT BC I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM THE TYPOS R CRAZY SORRY GUYS

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"oh my god fuck jeon- fuck, you- mhm!" the fluffy brown hair on his head gets pulled in all kinds of directions by your trembling hands, hips sat down on his pretty face, suffocating him with you wetness,

"mhm.. yeah sugar? Taste so fucking good, could fuckin' eat this pussy all day" he mumbles, running his tongue flat on your clit, hands thightening around your plump hips,

Your moans pick up, glancing down to his pretty doe eyes now darkened, staring up at you, involuntary this makes you whine, grinding your core against his face, the tip of his cute nose nudging your clit, while the tip of his tongue teases your entrance

"Wanna- mhmm - wanna suck you off , fuck- please jeon" you whine again, feeling his hands grip the flesh of your ass, spanking it harshly,

"Turn around then sugar, wanna keep eatin' this sweet lil' thing"

Jungkook smirks, watching how obediently you turn around, knees next to his head whilst your pussy is fully spread in front of his face, dripping and vulnerable all for him to see,

He moans at the sight, massaging the skin on your cheeks roughly before running one of his decorated fingers between your folds

"This is so hot baby, fuck, your pussy is so fuckin' cute" he breathes out, pressing a fat kiss to your clit

your back arches into his touch, soft, trembling hands pulling out the heavy cock thats straining right before your eyes, springing out with a leaking, swollen tip

"hmm.. just like that sugar, keep goin' f'me" sighs leave his lips repeatedly, feeling your little hand stroke his cock, tugging at him and rubbing your thumb over his tip, spreading the arousal all over the pink head,

It doesn't take long for him to latch back on to your sweetness, sucking and licking at you like a straved man, he pulls your hips down on his face, not giving a fuck if he can breath, his nose nuzzles your clit while he licks between your folds, sucking at every drop of arousal you keep giving him,

Your moans get lost in your throat, sinking your mouth down on his entire length, usually you would go slow on him, working him up with little licks and kisses, but this,

This is different

This is desperate, like a deep rooted, primal need to chase after, your head bobs up and down on his stiff cock, opening your throat to keep him in deeper, tongue pressed against his length, fully swirling around him with every rise of your head

His fingers dig into your thighs, the vibrations of his groans stimulating your cunt even further, hastily pushing his tongue into your desperate entrance, earing a needy moan on his dick that he reponds by thrusting his hips up

"you're so good at this fuck, can't do much - nhhm fuck- longer sugar" he mutters, panting heavily as he takes a second to pull away from your skin, shutting his eyes tightly, the intense pleasure of your warm, wet mouth driving him to the edge

Not wanting to leave you hanging, two of his slender, long fingers push inside you, rapidly fucking them into you, knuckles deep while his plump, piecred lip sucks on your swollen clit

Feeling him stimulate your pussy like this while your throat is stuffed with his throbbing cock compares to nothing you ever felt before, everything fades out, the only thought being finally snapping that rope in your lower belly,

His cock slips out of your lips, slapping on them, a thick string of spit drooling down your lips,

"fuck- fuck fuck jeon i'm so close i'm so close" feverishly, your hips grind down on his pretty face, his spit drenched cock resting clutched in your small hand but he couldn't care less, moaning mindlessly against your cunt, enjoying every second of you grinding your wetness on his tongue,

"so good baby, keep going, make yourself cum on my mouth- thats it sugar" he mutters, getting lost in your loud moans, whimpering and harshly pressing your hips into his warm muscle, finally coming to your limit,

"kook! god - so good.. so so good oh god" small stutters and shaky breaths leave your lips, halting your hips on his chin, giving him some space to breathe,

He chuckles a sultry tone, hot breath fanning your sensitivity, slapping your ass multiple times,

"so fucking cute, desperately fucking yourself on me.. that good sugar? Hm? So good to rut your little cunt on my tongue" his words get to you badly, nodding pathethically,

"Yeah? Good.. very good.. taste so sweet baby- oh fuck"

Your attention turns back on him, acknowledging the fact that he's still hard, pulsing on his hips, your soft, swollen lips wrapping arounf the head before sinking back down as far as possible

Jungkook's grunts get louder with your pace, wet slurping sounds filling the room alongside his deep moans,

"You like that? Like my fat cock stuffed down that tiny mouth?" bucking his hips into your mouth, he can't stop the feeling of needing more, needing to fuck your throat and leaving it swollen for him, running his cum down and spilling from your lips,

You moan around him as am answer for his question, shutting your eyes, fingers digging into his big muscular thighs, Jungkook starts roughly pushing his hips into your face, his cock hitting the base of your throat

"good fucking girl letting me use your cute little throat, gonna cum sugar" he mutters through gritted teeth before biting down on his bottom lip hard, his tip throbbing, releasing his milky cum into your throat,

"mhmm.. come here, show me how good you swallow f'me"

you keep his slightly salty arousal in your mouth, climbing off with trembling legs to sit on his thigh, his large hands pulling you closer by the waist, rubbing your sides in a comforting, gently manner

You swallow, bottom lip slightly glazed with his essence,

"fuck sugar" he curses out beneath his heavy breaths, pulling your face by your cheek, his flush lips collding with your own,

"hows this cute lil cunt hm? Can handle me for another round?" Whispering darkly against your jawline that he sucks on, his thumb pressing small cricles into your sensitive, swollen bud

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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──𐙚 see, hyung? - innocence request

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content: 21 yr old JK, getting caught doing it TWICE, "the talk", penetrative sex, oral (fem) voyeurism essentially, Hyung line aka Yoongi and Jin catching them

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"Nhhm kook just like that!" you writhe beneath his touches, soft circles drawn lazyly along your clit with his tongue, he takes his time with it, looking up to you with the round deer eyes that are filled with unspeakable amounts of love,

"pretty baby" he mumbles, drawing his tongue down to your hole before licking back up slowly,

Your boyfriends face is burried deep between your thighs, his soft mouth working wonders against your folds, lapping, sucking deliciously from your soppy entrance to the swollen bundle of your clit over and over again,

Your hands tug on his hair, mindlesly grinding into his face with his mouth in sync, his nose hitting your clit ever so often

"Yeah baby? You taste so good, fuck" he speaks against your cunt, the skin of your thighs squeezed tightly by his hands, spreading them apart as far as you allowed them to

He responds to your moans and trembles by sucking on your clit harder, groaning against you, the small vibrations flow through your whole body, making you shudder with need

Until the door to his studio opens

As he's sitting on the floor, kneeling between the legs of his girlfriend, deep into making you see stars,

His two hyungs, Jin and yoongi, stand wide eyed in the doorway

Both of your heads turn in sync, snapping to the door with the two older men looking traumatized and amused at once,

You squel, closing your thighs in reflex and hiding beneath the shield of your fingers

Unable to tell if jin or you has the redder cheeks, yoongi just laughs, closing the door again

"Have fun kids" he says, but the appeal of your orgasm has long gone, even taking the slightest bit of arousal from you to kiss you goodbye

Jungkook sighs, standing up and carefully helping you dress once again

"M'so sorry 'bout that baby, they have no manners"

You just do your best to reassure him, kissing his head and pushing the thought of what happend as far back into your brain as you can muster up

Your boyfriend on the other hand, did not posess such luxery.

Just when you left, biding your goodbyes to him, his older brothers stand in the doorframe of the livingroom

"What?" the younger sighs, running his hand down his face

"Seriously kook? We need to talk, you can't lose your virginity and all these things without knowing - like- anything!" Jin exclaims, sitting down on the couch with a sore throat, already having exhausted himself just by this one sentence alone

Jungkook sits down across from them, looking at yoongi dumbfounded

"What? Guys i- i know everything?" his head tilts in genuine confusion

Yoongi and Jin share a look of disbelief,

"Sure, yeah. So, do you know like, if you need us to buy condoms or...?" Yoongi says

Kook lets out a frustrated laugh, shaking his head,

"Seriously? I lost my vcard a while ago, guys what is this?" Throwing his hands up, he's ready to leave this conversation.

This time, it's yoongi's turn to laugh,

"Oh shut up, come on, don't be embarrased about it. Let us teach you what you need" he says, crossing his arms over his chest,

"Unbelievable" jungkook mutters, leaving the room for the two elders to sit together in their ignorance

A couple days later, jungkook has you bare on his bed, pounding into your poor little pussy missonary, legs up on his shoulders,

His cock hits deep into your cunt, you make sure to let him know my moaning, whining and scratching his shoulders, leaving enough evidence for his hyungs to find when they see him shirtless lounging around

He holds onto your hips, obsessed with the way your tits bounce with each hard thrust, obsessed with the way you whine and watching his cock sink all the way into your pretty cunt

"Nhmm jungkook!" your eyes are rolled far back into your head, shut entirely and completely lost in the way his cock feels penetrating your walls

He does feel two other pairs of eyes stare,

After all, he left the door open on purpose, desperate to save his ego and proof to his hyungs that , oh, Jungkook knows how to fuck

His eyes avert your body for a split second, taking in the shocked expression of his brothers as they can't do anything but watch,

He decides to take it a step further, taking one of his hands to grope your chest together, fondleing the soft flesh and tugging at your pink, stiff nipples,

"Fuck! So so good!" you stutter again, whimpering with every little one of his touches, your release nearing with every hard thrust of his into your sensitve core

"Yeah? Say it baby, who's making you feel good?" he says, doing the most to get on his hyungs nerves while also getting lost in your pussy wrapped tightly on his cock, clenching around him like you're gonna cum any second now

"You kook you! Jungkook please nhnmm!" your cries get muffled with his lips colliding onto yours messily, spit running down your months and tongues intertwining sinfully,

That's your last straw, the knot bursts and so does Jungkook, making sure to rub your clit soothingly and pulling out after a few more, slow pushes of his hips

"So, uh, you weren't lying" yoongi rasps his throat, his eyes locked on the purple bruises on the youngers neck as well as the scratch marks along his shoulder blade,

He smirks, leaning against the counter "oh really hyung?"

Jin scoffs, "kid, don't be so rude. You did good though, credits to you"

Jungkook rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around Jin's wide shoulders,

"I know, she told me that too. Oh, wait, you heard us" he says, cheekily winking before running out the kitchen with his eldest hyung chasing after him,

"Jeon jungkook, you're gonna die today!"

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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──𐙚 safeword (smut+comfort)

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content: daddy!jungkook and sub oc, "bunny, doll, sweet girl , baby, princess", usage of safeword "melon" , doggy, choking(?)/ face into pillow, spanking, rough, soft make up care, praise, very sweet dom JK, size kink, oc has pink tones in her skin, crying

note from cherry: so soft for daddy jk, he's living in my head rent free

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Something about Jungkook being so big compared to you made his cock stand stiff without any touch, the way he can tower over your petite frame fully, how your sweet tummy bulges with his entire girthy cock burried deep into you,

"bunny, you're so fucking sweet" he mumbles, words suffocated by your lips that move on his carefully, as though he is the one that could break,

Hands finding your small breasts, he tugs on your pink buds, feeling how delicate the fat feels beneath his hands, how he squeezes them softly just to hear you whimper

His rough, large palms cup your sides, almost entirely covering your stomach as he manhandles you effortlessly,

audibly, he groans, feeling up the dip of your waist

"so tiny, look at that little pussy drooling" his eyes glisten with excitment as they land on your slick hole, thighs pressed together with your back arching, chest stuffed into the mattress, your messy hair flowing around your sides and delicate back

To him, nothing can ever come close to how beautiful your vulnerablity is

Jungkook eyes up the hickies he left along your inner thighs, palms now rounding your flesh in his hands, spreading your cheeks to show him more of what's dripping just for him,

"daddy please, need your cock" you whine impatiently, dropping your head with your cheek squished against your pillow much like you'd always done in this position,

until, without the usual gentle nature, Jungkook thrust his huge length into your greedy centre, throbbing with need as he messily fucks into you, hands digging into your hips,

you cry out underneath him, moaning mindlessly at how he stuffs every inch of you, stretches you delicously

"Yeah? My little doll needs cock so bad? Fucking take it then" he rasps, spanking your sweet skin harshly,

the sheer force of his hips force you to rock into the matteress more, knees digging into the soft sheets and your pussy clenches with each rough thrust, the pain is so good- so good and so overwhelming,

Sex with Jungkook is usually nothing but sweet- gentle, intense, he's so occupied with pleasing you, making you cum again and again before he even dares to let you touch him

Although he is sweet, that's not all,

you quickly learned that much like most doms, Jungkook has untamable passion- that tinge of roughness he sometimes needs to use, and fuck does it feel good

To feel how helpless you truly are, but the submission makes you feel safe, loved even

"yes daddy- need it so much" you mumble, trying to grasp onto the sheets beneath you, he spanks you again, harsher than last time,

"oh fuck bunny, you're so good, so fucking good" jungkook looses himself, his head spins lightheaded at how good you feel around him- squeezing him, warm, so wet,

mindlessly, his hips grow harsher, faster, one of his hands reaches to gather a fistful of your hair, tattooed finger laced into your head, his eyes long shut because the pleasure is so much he can feel any resolve crumble within seconds,

until he hears it, broken, muffled

"melon"

the world almost stops and so does his heart, eyes opening in shock

his hand loosens, while his doe eyes brim with concern, it's only now that he sees just what he'd done in his haze,

"oh sweet girl, my baby.. i'm so sorry, daddy's sorry" he mumbles, trying as best as he possibly can to soften his voice,

gently, he pulls out, wrapping his muscular arms around your shaking frame to lay you into his arms,

"i'm so sorry bunny, so so sorry" he whispers, listening to the little sobs that fall from your wet lips, tears staining that pretty, flushed face of yours,

Jungkook's soft lips pucker kisses all over your shoulder, neck, cheek while his fingers ghost over your naked body, caressing your skin with a silent apology,

you're so vulnerable, so gentle and he'd forgotten just how easy it is to break that,

He can feel his heart clench, reminded by how fragile you are compared to his strength, to his animalistic need for you,

Even more so he has a primal need to protect you, keep you safe and whole in his grip

"daddy's so terribly sorry, i got so lost sweet girl, i'll never hurt you like that again okay?" he says, cradling your face in his big hands, you nod slowly, round eyes full of love for him while the tears slowly stop rolling

Even if that pushed your limit, it wasn't fear- you could never be scared of your boyfriend for the sole fact that he is home, he's your safety blanket,

And once your eyes made contact with the worried frown on his features, his gentleness engulfed you fully,

"never gonna hurt my little princess like that okay? I promise bunny" sealing it with a kiss to your forhead, Jungkook strokes your hair and covers your shaking frame with a real blanket

he attempts to calm down your racing heart, scratching your head, letting the silence heal your jumbled up state

"thank you.. just, when you pushed my head face first into the pillow i- i got to scared i - i don't know-" you stutter, in between apologizing and explaining yourself but he's having none of it,

"shhh.. it's okay bunny, it's okay, you're perfect and you did nothing wrong hm?... you're safe hm? All safe with daddy" he soothes, kissing your lips reassuringly

You can't help but kiss back, the smile returns to your worn out features, wrapping your frame around him, his muscles tighten, squeezing you gently into his firm hold

"prettiest girl, my sweet, sweet girl.. so brave for using your safeword" he hums, pecking your head repeatedly,

the string of little giggle you let out slowly relieve the aching sensation inside his heart

"Gonna spoil you now, yeah? Gonna wash your pretty hair... run you a nice bath.. let you sit in my lap and we watch whatever you want.. eat whatever you want.. i'll make anything" he mutters, rubbing the tip of his button nose to yours, and your eyes immediately flutter shut in appreciation

"you're the best, thank you daddy" you say, kissing his cheek softly,

"anything for my girl" he responds, you know he means it, since he's already wrapping your soft thighs around his hips, carrying you to the bathroom in the secure hold of one of his arms

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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────𐙚 knuckles deep (smut drabble)

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content: based off of a request, jk fingers oc until she cries and squirts, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation

note from cherry: from a fellow hand kink having whore that needs gguk to finger them like this.. sorry for typos!!

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"yeah.. doin' so well for me sweet girl" he hums, thumbing your clit in tight, excruitiatingly slow circles,

Although post first orgasm, he hasn't pulled his slender, long digits out of you for a second, thrusting them in so so delicately, all the while your slick drools down his hand, clouding the room in embarrassing wet sounds,

"fuck, kook please i can't " your hips stutter, thighs squirming around his hips, you're sprawled over his lap, ass poking upwards into the air so he has full acess to your weeping cunt, oh so needy for his pretty tattooed fingers

"oh baby, yes you can, doing so good hm? one more for me, one more baby" he cooes, reaching to the front to feed two of his fingers in between your restless lips,

tears begin staining your face as he picks up the pace inside of you- fingers curling, reaching all the way back with the way they hit against your spongey sweet spot,

"that's it.. such a greedy little pussy" jungkook praises, feeling your tongue lap around the tip of his fingers, he pushes them in deeper, cock twitching in his pants with how you gag a little before sucking on them like you would his length; lapping, sucking, twirling your wet muscle all the way down his digits

All the while your head is spinning- vision fading and his fingers fucking your sweet cunt is all you can feel, how he glides into your walls, nudges your clit with his thumb,

"so cute, so dumb for me baby, all fucked out" he bites his lip, groaning softly because you're adorably helpless- squirming, whimpering over his lap, all you can do is take it, take how well he fucks you with his fingers,

your hips arch up, still pleading mindlessly but the intense orgasm reaches you rapidly- rips your voice into a desperate, broken cry,

"thats it.. so good.. good girl" he curses softly under his breath, fixated on the view of his fingers disappearing into you and with every little thrust more of your arousal is everywhere- staining his pants, dripping all over your pillowy thighs, down to the bedsheets below him

you can't stop it- can't stop the stream of pleasure, overwhelmed by sensitivity

his fingers slow down, letting you feel every second of your high, until he draws them out, rubs them up and down your soaked folds gently, so very carefully with his little strokes because you're still twitching, still whimpering little noises into your bed

"kook- can't, mhh!" you sob, burrying your hands into the sheets, the trembling doesn't stop, Jungkook soothes it with his big, veiny hands, rubbing your thighs reassuringly

"did so well, you squirted everywhere sweetheart, made a mess.."

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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──𐙚 spot me instead- gym jealousy request

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content: gymrat!JK x gymrat!reader, jealousy, public sex, bending over, choking, mirror sex, ass-guy JK, unprotected sex, creampie

note from cherry: i hope that didn't disappoint cloud anonie, i know u said he doesn't do anything until they r alone butttt i rlly like this scanrio!!! LMK IF U WANT A DIFF VERSION ILY

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"Yeah good job on that babe, you're getting so much stronger" jungkook says with a broad smile after you just finished your bicep curls, having upped the weight by 2kgs from two weeks ago

"Thanks" you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek,

He looks around for a second, hoping to see the same man's eyes watching

That guy had been here for almost all your late night sessions, carefully watching you with that burning gaze of his,

Jungkook isn't a stranger to his girl being oggled at, the gains have been showing after all that work

He did keep an eye out for him though, noting to wrap his arm around your waist more often whenever he was also there

His favorite part about always working out with you was your smile after accomplishing a new set of weights or an extra rep,

His second favorite is the sweaty, flushed look on your face and the way your chest rises in the tiny sport bras you'd wear

He teases you too, sometimes omitting the shirt, sometimes flexing even when it wasn't necessary

Without being able to spot the guy this time, jungkook just resumes his chest press, laying down on the angled bench and watching your plump ass move while you walk off to the back, probably searching for an unoccupied smith machine

He smiles to himself, starting his set like he normally would

However, when he comes back up, his jaw immediately clenches

"Hey, i've seen you 'round here. You look pretty strong" the tall, short haired male says to you

Although kook can't hear the words, the imagine of you in the mirror, smiling while looking up to the muscle mass in front of you is enough to ruin his mood

What is that jerk saying to my woman?

"Ah, thanks" you reply, trying to stay polite when you can see the anger boiling inside jungkook from having caught a little glimpse,

His stare is so strong, you can practically invison his tongue pressing the inside of his cheek, or the way his eyes sharpened

"Anyways, mind spotting me pretty?" the guy asks, a smug smile on his face,

You're about to make a face and dismiss him, your boyfriend however, was way faster

"I'm not usually a fan of guys calling me pretty, but i'd love to spot you"

Jungkook's reply has you trying to hold in a laugh, his broad back in your view, blocking you from the flirty guy's gaze

The guy scoffs, "woah, easy there"

Jungkook steps closer, tilting his chin up to him slightly,

The tone of his voice is stern, so much so that it sounds like a warning, and you just know,

you're gonna get to feel his jealousy pounded into your pussy once this guy left

Knowing Jungkook, he wouldn't mind doing it in front of him either

"Listen, you stop eye fucking my wife and we have no problem, if you talk to her one more time, you're not gonna want to come back here"

Embarrassingly enough that is what it takes for the guy to leave without another word,

It is also enough for the wetness between your legs to rise, probably flooding your light blue leggings with a wet spot between your tighs

"God you're so sexy when you're jealous" you tell him, stepping back to be in front of his Cleary pissed of expression,

You slide an arm down his chest, creeping under the hem of his shirt

"Over to the bench, bend over, you need to he reminded who you belong to" he mutters, landing a harsh smack to your ass,

Not in the mood to piss him off even more, you agree, quickly scooting to the bench

With this time of the night, the small apartment gym wouldn't have any visitors to catch you,

Or so you had hoped, the thrill of it clearly overweighing any and all rationality

You're met with your face in the mirror, folded in half over the angled bench,

Jungkook throws his shirt over to the side, slapping your leggings covered ass once more

"These fucking tight, tiny pants are doing nothing to hide what's mine" he groans, his large palms groping at your cheeks before ripping the leggings down to your knees

He licks his lip as you keep watching him through the mirror, his hands massaging at your ass and smacking it after each soft touch

"You're mine understand? This is my ass, my little cunt, you're all mine"

His hand wanders down to your thigh, slipping between them to rub your clothed entrance with his fingers,

"So fucking wet, i knew you'd like this baby, you just love this don't you?" He says, rubbing his thumb against the soaked material of your underwear before also ripping off your panties,

You moan, head falling down on the edge of the bench,

"Keep watching, see who's gonna fuck you this good" he says, his voice breathy and growly as he spanks your ass once more, having already pulled out his heavy, needy cock from his pants

He pumps it a few times, holding eye contact with you in the mirror, slapping his tip against you a few times

You bite your lip softly, small whimpers leaving your lips while your hands clam around the sides of the bench, eyes almost fallen shut from anticipation,

When he does push himself in, he's merciless, hard thrusts rapidly collding with your skin

"Yeah, take this cock baby, mine, my little pussy" he grunts, slapping your ass repeatedly while you try your best to keep watching his face, twisted in pleasure so beautifully

The bench rocks, lewd slapping sounds echoing around the empty gym,

He keeps pounding into you, harshly fucking his possesiveness into you,

All you can do is moan and take it, too good to even beg for mercy,

Suddenly, when Jungkook reaches that sweet spot right, hitting it with every hard thrust of his hips, you're no longer able to keep your head up,

Jungkook is quick to catch on, his tattooed arm making its way to the front, hand grapping your throat and squeezing it tightly

You let out a loud, strangled moan

"Keep watching who's fucking you so good, keep your eyes on me" he mutters, cursing out under his breath,

Your eyes look back over to the mirror, his buff arms flexing with every muscle, large hand wrapped around your throat and his pumped chest glazing with sweat, all on display for you to admire

Both of you are close, chasing after that knot in your lower stomach to finally burst,

The grip on your throat tightens,

"Say it pretty, who's fucking you this good?"

"You! Jungkook! Jungkook" your voice cries out, cheeks flushed and sweaty while your eyes are in constant connection to his proud gaze in the mirror,

"Thats right baby, who does this little cunt belong to?" he asks again, this time, you need to take a second to reply, your orgasm so so close in reach that it's hard to talk when you're filled to the brim with his thick cock hitting every spot,

"Who's tight little pussy is this?" Jungkook repeats, his groans becoming louder inside your ears

"Yours! Yours kook all yours, fuck please please" you begin to beg,

Once he lets out a last single "fuck..mine.." you can feel his cum filling up your walls, coating you in himself,

His thrusts slowing down with your high coming down on you as well,

Both of you pant, he stops moving his hips and presses a couple kisses to your shoulder, then softly up your neck while removing his hand from your throat

"Mhm.. kook that.. fuck" you breath out with an exhausted chuckle, resting your head on the bench

Jungkook laughs too, spreading your soft cheeks to reveal your swollen cunt leaking with his milky cum, lazily dripping down between your legs

"I know baby.. fuck, you're all mine. Gonna take you home and eat you out yeah? Deserve a nice reward after i was so rough on this pretty girl" his finger reaches down to press on your clit, lips already pressing small kisses on your ass before moving his tongue down to taste himself on you

"You can't imagine how much i love you" you say while moaning softly

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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──𐙚 (tent)ative enemies - e2l, camping request

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content: friendgroup camping trip, e2l vibes, banter, tension, penetrative sex (unprotected), make out, tent sex oop, backshots, hair pulling, one slap to the ass, big dick jk, creampie, fluff lowkey, argument / angry confession (very cheesy)

note from cherry: omg i love this sm (this is a cloud anonie request so everyone mentally say thank yewww to our baby)

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"Who's idiotic idea was this again?" Miso asks, the thumping of her boots heavy on the soil,

"Jungkook's who else" you reply, rustling through leaves and branches, the striking heat burning the top of your head

He gruffs, pushing you slightly with his arm

"Might wannna hit the gym more, i'm chilling" very evidently, Jungkook is lying. The sweat trickling of the side of his face, the stains on his grey tank top and the pink hue on his honey toned skin are obvious indicators that the stupid, exhausting hiking- camping trip is getting to him.

Just like it has been getting to you and the three remaining people

Miso, someone who barely gets out of the house, has it the worst.

She's been complaining about it ever since the first hour of the trip

Brilliant idea.

Jimin and Taehyung are dealing with it as dramatically as expected

"Oh my god we need to take a break" jimin huffs, his hands pushing on his thighs with every step forward,

"I know right. Kook how much is left?" Tae agrees, moving his head torwards the younger male

"An hour. How many times have i told you it's a three hour trip" his reply makes your blood boil,

This all-knowing, cocky, ego attitude of Jungkook is unbareable

And you'd have to endure it for a total of two and a half days

You have been enduring it for two hours straight and it's to the point where one more stupid comment will make you burst

Worse than the sun burning your head, worse than the sweat ruining your freshly washed hair

"We're not taking another fucking break tae just push through"

Miso rolls her eyes too, shooting you a look to which you only manage to shrug,

"I told you" resting at the tip of your tongue, it wasn't your idea after all, it was Jungkook's and you had warned the group about this exact scenario

Being no stranger to his stupid endeavors, you might be the most familiar with his personality, having known the campus jock and heartthob since his middle school days

Is he your best friend technically?

One might call him that,

Is he also incredibly annoying and you can't stand being alone with him for 20 minutes?

Yes. Yes he is.

The hour passes and it feels more like three with each step,

Each lyric blasted into the forest by the group, shouted out to drown the heat out

"This is the campsite?" Miso says, out of breath and water, just like everyone else

"Yeah" you breath out, looking over the scenery

"Dude this is crazy!" Tae shouts, excitedly wrapping his arm around jimin and ruffling his hair

"Ouch- yes, yeah so cool" he agrees, stepping closer while trying to pry off his best friend

Maybe three hours through what felt like the Amazonas and five stages of grief were worth it after all

The glistening lake in the very back, the shade between pretty flowers and trees, the solitude and animal chirping?

It's beautiful, mesmerizing and screams relaxation,

Who are you kidding. Nothing could repair three hours of enduring jeon jungkook

"Alright, lets set the tents up" you sigh, taking big steps torward the grassy patch under a shady tree,

"I want that spot" Jungkook says, standing right in front of you

"Too bad. Take that one" you say, pointing to the tree next to yours with an overexaggerated smile,

He scoffs, messing your hair up while walking past to the tree you pointed at,

You angryly readjust your hair, watching jimin and tae goof around, almost pushing one another into the lake

"I wish i was this careless" miso says, shaking her head while also watching them

"Me too" you sigh back, fumbling with one of the tents bars,

Everything had gone fine this far but this one bar simply won't stay where it needs to

Frustrated, you slam the bar down in the grass, watching the half set up tent fall into itself

A chuckle can be heard from next to you, approaching steps accomodating it

"Need help with that?" Jungkook asks, his knees coming down next to you, eyes scanning over the mess of pieces

"Obviously"

Jungkook tsks, hands working fast to reassemble the bars and fabric,

He is making am effort to stay focused, bottom lip tucked between his teeth somtimes, his tongue grazing over the lip ring carefully

Your eyes move down to his hands, gently working on building you a place to sleep in

"You done?" He says, waving his tatted hand in front of your face,

"Huh?"

He clicks his tongue, a amused smirk slowly spreading on his face when he moves it closer

"I said, are you done" repeating himself, you just now notice that he is the one that is done, having finished assembling the small, cozy tent

"With what?" You ask, already annoyed with this attitude he carries

"Staring. If you want me, just tell me. Open that loud mouth, won't you?"

"Ew you're gross. Thanks for the tent but i won't suck your dick for it"

His smile is insufferable, that cocky, low tone and the way he leans into your face only adding to the irritaing charm he possess

"How cute. I didn't even mention that, but look who's imagining things" he hums , his thumb tracing over your cheek before standing up, leaving you to yourself on the floor

"Oh god shut up" you tell him, kicking into his leg from below,

He laughs it off, jogging towards the rest of the group

"So what you're saying is, you need to go to the supermarket?" Jungkook groans, sitting down on a folding chair,

Miso nods, "dude we totally thought at least one of us had a car with stuff"

Jimin agrees, "but turns out you were serious about the three hours"

"And you notice that now?" You reply, eyes practically rolling back into your skull

Three idiots that share half a braincell.

"Well no- but- i mean, it was too late anyways" Tae mumbles, rubbing his nape

Three idiots who were responsible of bringing food for the night,

None of which managed to bring anything but crisps who are, to no surpirse, already eaten up.

Jungkook pinches his nose bridge, sighing with evident frustration

"Now what?"

Crickets.

"Guys come on" you chime in,

Miso looks at her phone, "i could call a cab to the main street? It's a 25 minute walk to there"

Jimin and tae hum,

"Okay. It's the best option" you sigh, combing through your hair

Jungkook looks up at you from his seat

"Yeah. We'll set up the fire and you guys go to the-"

"No way", you scoff, looking at him with wide eyes,

He responds with an annoyed laugh, running his hands over the visible muscles on his thighs

"Seriously?"

You nod, "dead serious"

Silence, once again.

Jungkook takes off, practically shooting up from his chair and walking to the fireplace

For the very first time, the air feels heavy.

You look back to the other three who are all staring at you like a deer in headlights,

"Go. Just go, i'll take care of him" you shake your head, watching them wander off to the main street.

A pit forms in your stomach, the anxiety creeping up in your throat when approaching a visibly angry jungkook

You've never felt bad for bickering with him, mostly because he always returned it

But this time, it hurt. Something shifted when you saw his doe eyes glimmer, almost like he was hurt himself.

The way his jaw clenches when you stop in front of him makes you shiver,

"What?" He snaps, breaking a couple branches and throwing them on the stack,

"I'm sorry" you mutter, the pride in you never backing down, your voice sounds as annoyed as it did 4 minutes ago,

He takes a second to respond, stepping closer to you,

"You piss me off so much" he says, locking his eyes on yours, his gaze is dark, almost intimidating

The air feels even heavier now, you try to ignore it, ignore the goosebumps you get from his voice,

"We're equal then"

His tongue grazes the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowing slightly

"No we're not. We can't be"

The anger inside you boils up quickly,

"Why? Because you're so much better than everyone?" you spit out, mockingly pouting at him,

"No. because you think i'm insufferable and don't want me around" he replies, almost cutting you off in the sentence

"Whats not equal about that? You literally hate me-"

"Shut up" he says, this time fully cutting you off

"What did you say?" you laugh out in utter disbelief,

"I said shut. Up."

"You know what? No because-"

"Oh my god will you shut up? I hate you? Are you insane?" borderline yelling, his eyes never leave yours, staring you down

This time, you have nothing to say.

"I hate you? Seriously? Like i haven't been in love with you for years? Like i can't take my eyes off of you, and the only reason i show off is to impress you? Like it doesn't hurt my feelings when you pretend like the worst thing is to be near me?"

The words leave his mouth so quickly, neither yours nor his mind can catch up, panting, he looks at you, biting his lower lip, seemingly realizing what he just admitted to

His hands run over his face,

"Look i-"

"Jungkook" it's your turn to interrupt him now, looking him dead in the eyes,

You're met with nervousness,

"Yes?" he says, whispering

"If you don't kiss me right now i'll kill you"

There's no time to think when he ruthlessly crashes his lips to yours, grabbing you by the waist with greedy hands and pressing your body to his,

His lips are needy, eagerly moving against yours with groans muffled into the kiss,

You sigh softly, hands finding his jaw to pull him in closer,

His teeth bite at your lower lip, making you open up just enough for him to slip his tongue in, exploring every inch of your mouth

A couple minutes of this heated kiss go by, until he breaks it, ragged, heavy breathing fanning against your lips

His forhead rests on yours,

"Holy fuck" you whisper, making him smirk slightly, connecting his lips to yours again,

"I need you so bad" he mumbles into the kiss in a deep groan, pushing his lips against yours with desperation

You pull away this time, hands on his shoulders while your face is moved back enough to see him in full view,

Swollen pink lips, barely illuminated face

"If this was a ploy to sleep with me you're gonna drown in that lake" you laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly

He snarks, hosting you up in his hands before carrying you to his tent,

"Unfortunately i am an embarrassing amount in love with you, but hey, if you don't wanna fuck-"

You shut him up by kissing him,

"Don't ruin the mood" you say, climbing into his tent on all fours

His eyes focus on your ass, round enough to show beneath the shorts,

With now both of you inside the tent, his hands immediately find your hips,

"We don't have much time pretty, i'll make it up to you at home" he says, pulling your shorts and panties down in one go,

Your back arches immediately, the noise of his joggers being pulled down only adding to the exciment

"It's okay kook, i'm as desperate as you are" you reply, only to feel him smack your ass harshly,

"So you did imagine sucking my dick?" he says, groping at your soft skin,

"Many times jungkook"

suddenly, you feel his thumb move down to your entrance, pressing in only slightly before pulling away

"Fuck you're so sexy. Can i pull your hair?" He groans, pumping his heavy cock before guiding it to slide between your folds,

"You freak, god, yes, you can"

A strangled moan leaves your lip when he pushes his entire length in, one of his hands gripping your hip tightly while the other one gathers up your hair, pulling on it

"Fuck, you're so tight. You're not a virgin are you baby?" he huffs, snapping his hips against yours slowly at first,

You giggle between moans, gripping at the tent floor with what you can gather,

"No- i'm not. You're just- fuck- huge"

He throws his head back, pulling on your hair harsher while his hips speed up significantly, hitting that soft spot inside you over and over again,

Both of you are trying to keep the moans down, yours muffled by the ground under you, jungkook's deep growls quiet enough for only you to hear

"You feel so good, i wanted to fuck this pussy for ages" he mutters, letting go of your hair to harshly pull your hips back, making you meet his thrust half way,

Your knees feel weak, pressed into the ground and that pool in your stomach only grows, threatening to snap any second

"You're mine now right baby? My girl? My pussy? My bratty little thing?"

you let out a high pitched yes, followed by a desperate plea of his name,

"Gonna cum?" he groans, pushing his hips deeper inside of you,

You only manage to nod, mind having gone practically blank with the way he feels inside of you,

The knot snaps, legs shaking and cum coating his dick entirely,

"Mhm fuck, coming baby" his moans are deep, pushing a few slow thrusts into you, splurting his milky cum inside your cunt

A few minutues of silence pass before he pulls out, watching your pussy pulse and release his cum slowly, his entire shaft covered in the both of yours arousal,

Suddenly, you feel him kiss the side of your hips before softly flipping you around, making you lay on your back

You smile up at him weakly, watching as he cleans the both of you up carefully, pulling your panties and shorts back to normal before laying down next to you

"I left fingerprints, does it hurt? I didn't realize how rough i was pulling you" he says, placing small kisses on your cheek

You shake your head, intertwining your hand with his,

"It's okay. You're actually nice, wow" the urge to be teasing him returns, nudging his nose with yours

Jungkook bites your cheek playfully, then, he kisses all over your face,

"Stoooop" you whine, a broad smile creeping up to your face,

"I'm obsessed with you. God, you don't even know" he mumbles, cupping your face in his hands

"Should we knock or something?" Tae says,

The three of them standing a couple meteres from your tents,

They have been, for the past 20 minutes,

Bags in each hand,

"Uhm? Sure" Miso says, turning her attention to the tent again,

"Well," jimin starts, "at least they get along now"

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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──𐙚 think i need someone older (s & f)

olderBoyfriend!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader

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content: some plot first, loss of virginity, age gap of 9 years (he´s 30), thigh humping, little dry humping too, cowgirl, he talks her through it, dom!jungkook, "sweet girl, baby, love", "gguk" lowkey insecure reader, praise, making out, breast play, clit play, creampie, unprotected, hickies on him, big c!ck Jungkook, small karaoke session, he´s whipped and wants to take care of her, short mention of alcohol (bc of that fucking bar he has omg), allusions to reader being short, she's very feminine

note from cherry: i tried to do justice to the people who wanted this, i hope you´re satisfied mwah! sooo sorry if it´s not giving lmao writing this was lowkey exhausting, also sorry for typos as always

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Jeon Jungkook is exactly like his preferred alcoholic beverage; whiskey. strong, rich, smooth, smells like oak and a hint of vanilla caramel. Much like your introduction to the drink, you met this man in a bar.

A real man- none of those barely twenty-year olds that paraded around in their sagged sweatpants and with a bright tap of unlimited unopened snapchats lighting up the dark corners of the bar. Jungkook is pure masculinity, a chest so full with security, so grounded in his abilities that it was practically impossible to ignore how his large, brown galaxy eyes focused on your face, zeroing in on your cupid´s bow while you licked the stinging remains of your moscow mule away- he paid for it, of course.

Once the enticing conversation that felt almost comically easy faded, you expected him to try and take you to his house- mansion, as he revealed in a sidetracked sentence. Although you were looking forward to seeing the small metal pearls below and over his eyebrow move as they crinkle in pleasure, the tight ropes of virginity had not yet been released in your 21 years of living. Shackles that keep you tied down- as promised out of your own, admittedly senseless morality, not to be opened by a stranger. The key to your cuffs belonged to a lover.

It was unforeseeable, nevertheless natural for him to droop his heavily tattooed arm around your waist while escorting you out of the establishment. The sleeve of his white button down folded up along his forearm for you to see the beauty of his skin, wondering just how many more of those carefully crafted works of art he´s hiding beneath the business casual attire.

Once engulfed in the harsh, bitter wind that itaewon possesses, his arm only drew you in closer, so near in fact, you were able to notice a small scar on his cheek, one you hadn´t been able to notice in the curse of a dimly lit place. The more your eyes adjusted to him, so grew your anger at the lighting inside your place of first meeting- it had done an injustice to the man you had already been disgustingly attracted to, stole the wholehearted, inescapable allure of such a mature presence.

The gentleman looks down into your awaiting eyes, only to ask if he may have your number, upon your agreement, he proceeded to tell you that he would be walking you home, wanting you to arrive safely since it must be dangerous for a woman to walk the streets of a party district at 2 am in the morning.

That encounter was four months ago, and only a month after that initial conversation, he had completely taken over you. Swallowed you whole in just how well he treated you.

Insistent of using his black card to buy you anything you remotely showed liking in, dedicated to communication, random flowers that showed up at your office and a constant offer of a ride in his luxurious black mercedes-benz GT63s; no matter how long it took- even if it was a inconvenience, sometimes taking longer to get to you than it would have taken you to simply retort to public transport.

"I told you i´d make it for you, didn´t I baby? hm?" his velvet smooth voice rings, from how he´s standing, with his body pressed against your back, towering over you, you could feel the hardened muscles of his torso meeting you. His large, slim hands reach to either side of your waist, to the glass filled with ice that you´re holding in between your own, gently removing them to resume the task that you were occupied with. Your eyes glance to the bulging of his bicep, that loose, casual tshirt did nothing to hide just how big he had gotten due to his newfound hobby.

you whine- almost, biting down on your lower lip to prevent just that from happening, "thank you gguk" you say, turning to peck the very muscle that´s invading your line of sight. He hums, a low, satisfied sound from the back of his throat.

"c´mere baby" patting one of his muscular thighs, his eyes drift to your figure walking towards him, iced tea in hand, just like he had made it for you. Sweet, light, refreshing, much like your presence in his life. Almost like a sign from the stars that his hearts content was somewhere, bundled in the form of a shorter girl with eyes that could entrance any sailor- far less siren like, no, wide with love and purity. Just what he had yearned for in any women he had met before you-whether tangled in meaningless sheets or involved in a month long, semi serious relationship, Jungkook was yet to cross paths with the one woman that would make him turn so desperate, he would have begged for their happiness on his knees. It might be romantic, even a tad dramatic to admit that from the very first word that left your pink glossed lips, he knew better than anyone else that he was in deep, deep trouble. Upon seeing the curve of your waist, hearing that soft, lulling voice, that embarrassingly obvious fact only intensified after finding out just how delightful you truly were, it made him want to rip his hair out- do anything in the possibility of his grip to see even a glimpse of your smile, of that lighthearted, cheerful giggle you let out regularly. He was drawn in my your feminine nature, by the way you let yourself fall into his caring embrace.

He´s quickly directed back to reality as soon as your legs make it to either side of the thigh he had patted earlier, a familiar position for this equally familiar occasion. Muscle memory sets in for him, grabbing the large karaoke remote to hand to you while he turns the microphone on. "Can you sing something to me first?" the question sets his bunny smile off, nodding instantly "Sure love, chose a song for me" he says. Your mind floods with ideas, but you settle for a song you´ve heard him hum millions of times, mindlessly going about.

"Malibu nights?", jungkook questions excitedly while the instrumental sets in, he knew the answer, but his heart swelled with joy at the notice you took to this song. After all, he loved to sing. Another layer to him that has you melting, growing into the embodiment of love that is endlessly cherishing what little fractions were revealed to your eyes in each fleeting moment. His honey voice reaches beautiful highs and lows you can only compare to something angelically otherworldly in nature.

It made you want to know just how deep he could growl, how far his sounds can drop with the dirty nothings you would love to have whispered in your ear. You felt filthy for letting your mind wander to such extends when all he did was sing, lulling you into drunken harmony with him. Still, you consciously lean back into his body, letting him wrap his arms around your waist, encircling it with his vanilla oak scent.

During the past four months, you were doomed to have to shatter his hopes, reveal the truth that somehow felt shameful ; that you´re fully untouched. Nothing further than a bad makeout had yet graced your skin, it made you feel even smaller admitting something so vulnerable to a man that carries almost an entire decade of experience more. Much to your comfort, his hands found the curve of your cheeks immediately, telling you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about, he would hand you the full control, you set the pace.

Internally, Jungkook drooled at the idea that the woman of his dreams was to have her first, the most memorable, sexual encounter with him. Your body belonged to him, devoted to only remember the touch of his lips, the curve of his cock, how he would mold you to his shape without the intrusion of another man having tried the same. Not that he would have wanted you any less if that had not been the case, but for one time in your relationship, he was oh so selfish to want you all to himself, aroused that your first person induced orgasm was going to be his and his alone. The prophecy fulfilled when on one, alcohol induced night a week ago, two of his long, tattooed digits made their entrance into your tight hole, relentlessly filling you until your soft thighs shook, until after your third high, he licked his fingers clean and let you taste yourself on his tongue.

The tunes get lost in silence, he sets the microphone down, having felt the warmth of your mound beneath the tights while you tried to subtly gain friction, scooting back on him. His palms find your thighs, tightly flushed around his muscle. They´re shamelessly wandering up and down the thin material that prevents his hot, calloused fingers from feeling up your smooth skin.

"Wanna do that again, love?" jungkook mutters, his pillowed lips latch on to your exposed neck, right at the gentle curve that paints the beginning of your shoulder, soft, faint kisses that leave a trail of barely sounding sighs behind.

"Do what?" feigning innocence to avoid internal humiliation, you ask him, knowing he wouldn´t let it go, not until you told him to. The sound of his husky chuckle sounds right on the sweetspot of your neck, he sucks a little harder, encouraging you with the constant rub to your thighs. Instinctively, the heat inside your panties grows as do the intensity of your desperate moans, your hips push back on his thigh, seeking the solidity that grants you the portion of satisfaction your needy button longed for

"that" he simply says, having found an anchor in your hips now, your plaid skirt bunches around his hands, slowly- tortuously so when met with the deliberate little humps he helps you to complete on him. You practically whimper once his tongue glides across your skin, dragging from your shoulder, up your neck, intertwined with his open mouth, loud kisses that don´t seem to stop.

"that´s it... do you even know how cute you sound?" he smiles, and you feel it, you feel the smile rise to his lips with every additional kiss, every noise you grant the hungry male. "gguk, wanna see you" you whine- the high pitched noise has him twitching in his training joggers, semi errect but about to stand stiff, just as noticeably as that night seven days ago, having formed a huge tent inside his slacks, there was no hiding his attraction, no use to conceal his utter need for you.. nor his size, not that he would be capable to anyways.

To your request, he helps you turn around, now facing that dim glow on your slightly embarrassed features, taking note of how you nibble on your lip with every grind forward, "that feel good sweet girl?" he asks, ghosting his lips over yours faintly, just enough to see how much you need it, "mhm.. really good" you mumble back, chasing after his lips that he can't deny you of any longer, the kiss is gentle, but nourishes your heat further

"wanna feel even better?" the pit in your lower abdomen grows at the tone of his voice, something much stronger is seeping through his system, something that screams dominance, you nod- naturally wanting to get lost in it. Jungkook's hands stop assisting you, instead, they take to your shirt, "can i take this off of you baby?" he waits for that little hum of yours before swiftly tugging it away from your form

It's almost frightening how quickly your mind reverts back to wanting to run away and hide, your arms fly across your chest, everything you felt so good doing stops and he stops too,

"don't hide, you're perfect, you're so fucking sexy" his eyes trace your skin, hands wrapping around your wrists to pull your arms away, revealing your chest hugged into your bra, and jungkook almost forgets how to breathe properly,

he groans- groans that delicious deep noise that makes your head spin, even more so when you feel his appreciation for your body, hands pulling you closer by the waist so can bury his head into your cleavage. "so beautiful" he mutters, darting his tongue out to lick the slit between your tits, "wanna touch all over you, make you feel so good" he says, finding the clasp on your back to open it with one hand. a silent reminder of his experience, one you did not have in the slightest but somehow, it felt even better that way

"mh.. feels good gguk" you can't help but moan at the forgein sensation, his lips wrap around your hardend nipple, groaning sweetly while he sucks on it, carefully swiping his tongue over the little nub- your other breast is securely fitted into his palm, thumb playing with it just like he does with his mouth, mirroring every little flick

"feels so good doesn't it? you smell so good baby" his lips move to do the same to your other breast, switching sides with a trail of saliva sticking to his lips,

In that moment you feel so sensitive, so lost in his secure hold and at the same time, so small in his skillful dominance that you simply relish in the feeling, grinding your soaked core into his thigh over and over, long, hasty drags over his muscle while his lips work magic on your skin, squeezing a little tighter, sucking a little harder because every stuttered whimper fuels his urge to take care of you

"that's it baby.. keep going, you're so good" your hands find his dark chocolate locs, threading through it with the need to ground yourself. it feels as though every time your clit meets him, instead of getting you closer to sensational relief it adds to the ache, feeds into your desire to take and take more of him, be consumed by his strength

"want this off please" your excited fingers fiddle with the hem of his oversized shirt, earning a smug grin from your boyfriend as he detaches from you, discarding of his top

Although you have seen him shirtless before, it's impossible not to salivate at the sight, at his toned broad torso that curves into a unfairly small waist, large arms flexing when he reaches for your tits again, massaging them once more,

"like what you see pretty?" he says, teasingly cocking his head and biting at the metal ring on the corner of his lip, you blush- the slick drools out even more between your thighs, "so hot gguk, annoyingly hot" he chuckles, joining the sound with your airy giggle, but he sucks in a breath as soon as you shift in his lap, now fully straddling him, naked chest pressed to his with your head burried in his neck, "hmm.. what are you up to baby?" his hands find your back, soothing himself not to pounce on you because the strain in his pants is staggering his breath, your errect nipples are rubbing against his skin and it´s making him shiver, desperate, oh so desperate for you

but he knows all to well not to overwhealm your sweet, virgin body, to let you take all the time you need until he can feel every breath of your submission

"wanna feel you gguk, can i?" jungkook almost purrs at how innocently you ask, suppressing the need to grind his hips into your heat from below, "of course baby, anything you want. it's all yours"

he meant it, every vein cursing through his body belongs to you, working, pumping blood through him for the sole purpose of loving you, taking care of you. "all mine?" you hum, aroused by the confidence he emitts, your hands trace up his torso, creating a small distance between your bodies to feel up the hard lines on his abdomen with laboured breath of your own, lips finding every small patch of his neck that make him hum, make his sighs of pleasure slowly turn into groans "all yours my love" the answer wasn't necessary, not when you already started to leave traces of you on his skin, faint, red bruises on his neck that he's impatiently waiting to run around with

"you feel so fucking good, need to feel more of you, will you let me sweet girl?" his words are intoxicating, washing away any doubt or fear and replacing it with a intense craving of sexual desire "please gguk i'm so wet for you" the sound reaches his ears and shuts down his entire system, his hands carelessly rip down your skirt and stockings, leaving you in those tiny grey boyshorts that he looses his mind over "baby how did you hide all this from me?" his hands caress your thighs, your hips, up your waist and to the soft flesh of your stomach with hungry, insatiable eyes that long for a taste of your every inch

"all yours" you mimic him, sounding just like him with your sultry, shy voice, already wanting to remove his own bottoms which he catches on, ridding himself of the nuisance "yeah, all mine. this is all mine" he says, smiling softly

Your drenched underwear meets his errection as he pulls you back on his lap, hands sitting on your waist, you look so vulnerable- almost fragile in his grip, shyly moaning because the curve of his cock presses into your skin like it was molded for you, needy folds clinging to your underwear and your clit throbs- throbs begging for another taste of friction

"I don't know how to do any of this" he suddenly he hears you mumble, seeing how you're playing with your fingers that sit on his lower abdomen, your head is turned to them, a slight pout decorates your features

jungkook feels the need to sob- to take away whatever is making that pretty head of yours feel so threatened even though you're the best thing he has ever felt, the only person he ever wants to lay his hands on ever again

"that's okay baby, hey, look at me for a second will you?" you comply, craving his lead, his security to catch you, most of all that gentle, masculine dominance that floods your senses effortlessly

"you're doing so so well pretty, you don't have to worry okay? i'll take you through it, make you feel so good" he says, cupping your cheeks in his palms while sitting up a little to press kisses to your nose, your forhead, your lips and cheeks,

unable to contain your smile, you nod, gaining back the heartbeat in your willing feminity to let him take care of you, "thank you baby" you say with upmost honesty, pressing your lips to his in a kiss of adoration

"mhm.. come on, let's get this off of you love" his whipers lingers on you, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear before pulling it off your lifted legs, he moans at the sight of your bare cunt, slick attached to the cloth and glistening over your feminity

"so beautiful, do you even realize how lucky i am? how thankful i am that this sweet, sweet girl is all mine to love?" he says softly, so softly that your eyes gloss a little bit, feeling so utterly vulnerable in front of him, so sexy in the most feminine way possible. blush creeps up your cheeks, his hands find your inner thigh, dancing around the sensitive skin "you're too sweet gguk"

he returns your smiles, lifting your hand to kiss it before intertwining it with his own, lacing his fingers into you because being apart from your body feels like torture in this moment. but you're eyes are busied elsewhere, locked on the large outline that stands rock solid insides of his calvins, a small, wet patch that indicates his arousal decorating the very top

"go ahead baby, take it off" not needing to be told twice, you help yourself to his boxers, tugging them down in one, slow motion that leaves him biting his bottom lip, he pushes them down to his ankles, kicking them off

both of you sit like this for a moment that feels like eternity, raw, bare and without a chance to hide in front of the other's desperate gaze, comfort, pure love that's inseparable with a pulsing you can no longer ignore, not when he´s so big, so broad and decorated with a vein alongside his curved shaft

he grabs at the flesh of your ass, pulling you to sit your gushing cunt over his stiff length, cursing at feeling how soft you are, how much arousal truly spills from your body

"you're so.. big gguk.. m'scared" your whine makes him coo, stroking your head while a possessive grip that stays on your hip, his left hand tethering to your hair in the meantime, "don't be, you were made for me sweet girl, made for it" your head falls to his shoulder, arching your torso into his body with a small hump to his leaking cock, "that's right baby, feel it, feel how hard i am for you" spurred on by his encouragement, you tighten your hands on his bicep, rolling your hips over his, his entire shaft is coated in your essence, angry pink tip meeting your swollen clit repeatedly, so much so you feel your thighs shake, feel an impending orgasm waiting to flow over your body,

Ripping yourself of that sensation, not yet- you tell yourself

"want it gguk, want it so bad" jungkook hums, kissing your neck messily, cock throbbing beneath you, "want what pretty? talk to me" he says, his own desire to claim you all to himself becomes unbareable with each passing second that you stay put

You shift forward again, whining, "please gguk" he groans, twitching at how desperate you sound, entranced with how needy you've become for him, he didn't even have to make you beg for it, you just did

effortlessly perfect for him, "come on, tell me my love" but he has to hear more, he needs to hear the dirty confession falling from your pure lips

"want your cock jungkook, please" there it is- that submissive, whiny plead for him, it makes him feel alive, throwing his head back on the black leather couch momentarily "good girl, fuck baby you're so cute" he praises, taking the base of his cock into his hand but something stalls him, "do you want me to eat you out first? make it nice and slippery?" his teeth graze your ear, kissing over the shell of it, "no gguk i want it, want it now"- another nibble, "anything for you"

Your hips lift, hovering your tight, clenching hole over his thick manhood, hands sweaty and grasping at his firm shoulders, he spots your anxiety, wishing nothing more but to ease it

"sit down on it baby, it's gonna sting okay? but you're so good, I know you can take it" more, more reassuring words that you drink in, just as you sink down on it, wincing as your brows meet in frustration

"hurts.." you mutter, fingers digging into his tanned skin- you can't bring yourself to move down further, clenching your muscle tightly around only his fat tip that feels like it's splitting your drooling pussy open. his hands find your back again, "ssh baby.. i know... but you'e such a good girl, i know you can take every inch of my cock"

It takes a couple more kisses to your shoulder for you to sink down fully on his length, painfully so- having your hands claw into him, your lips trembling in confusion of why it feels so good to have him stuffed into you so deeply you can feel it inside your tummy, stretching into every crevice of your gummy walls. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, fulfilling, deep pressure that you could get lost in- bathe in

Jungkooks feelings have synchronized with yours- he's unsure where you end or where he begins but you're clamped down on his cock, your skin already wet with sweat as it sticks to his unforgivingly, moans and shaky breaths fill in the silence, a unspoken question lingers, awaits for you to answer it

until you do, taking his large hands to your hips before pressing yours against his full pecks, a glint of confidence spites your eyes that makes jungkook want to hear you cry out his name over and over again

"oh fuck- baby you-" you whine, rolling your hips forward, mouth parted when you feel him move inside of you, slolwy, deeply "that's it my love, take your time, so sexy like this" his voice is far from stable, you moan again- the grinding becomes faster, assisted by his hands that pull you onto him just the way you like it- just like he said, you have it all, its all yours

"what- what if you can't come?" he needs to contain a laugh at that- the question is so absurd to him, so unimaginable that it makes him slightly angry why you couldn't understand that he could cum from seeing you alone, from one kiss to your chaste lips- he's already twitching at how sloppy, how loud your cunt is around him

"I almost came from seeing how needy that little pussy of yours is, you feel how hard i am don't you? all because of you baby" he mutters in response, you flourish at it, getting familiar with the grinding motion but you need more, you deserve more- so you start bouncing on him- up and down, slamming your own, curved hips down onto him. he's mesmerized by your pleasure, watching how your brows are knitted, how your lips leak with drool and airy moans, how your tits bounce- he gropes at them, cupping them greedily, his hands itch for your skin, for you to let yourself go on him

"good girl.. look at you, a natural at riding my cock- don't even need my help" you shake, exhaustion already growing in your eager hips but you cannot stop, you don´t want to stop taking every inch of his cock back into you, lifting your hips only to take him back in, "you're filling me so much" you moan into his mouth, having formed a unity with his lips that welcome you like home, "just like that pretty, little humps for me" he mumbles back, interlacing his tongue with yours

he tugs at your nipples with his inked fingers, reciprocrating the moaning, he mirrors you, throbs when you clench, explores your mouth when you part for him impatiently. it leaves you to no choice but to become his own reflection, your hips ground themselves in a stable rhythm as your fingertips roll over his own nipples, unexpectedly he whimpers, bites down into your shoulder cautiously

"That's it baby, driving me fucking crazy" he grinds his hips up into you, unlocking a feeling of bliss that leads you to errupt into pornographic moans, your hand flings to muffle them, eyes rolling back into your skull,

Jungkook is making love to you, letting you reach a state you would not have been able to imagine, not even in the slightest when all you have ever felt are your fingers hastily, uncoordinated on your bundle of nerves. still, he can feel you´re holding back, afraid to be loud- to take up space, but he's having none of it

"Dont be embarrassed sweet girl, you sound addicting, so cute, give me every little noise" sinful sensuality floods you with his encouragement, "gonna make you cum for me, deserve it don't you think?" you don't- in fact, you can't think, long gone into pleasure while his hips piston into you from below,

he slaps your clit gently, your walls clench from how good that feels, "i asked you something baby" he repeats, distracted by your droopy eyes that threaten to shut him out at any moment, "answer me sweet thing, do you deserve to cum hm?" he taunts, rutting his hips with a slower but harder motion, force that hits your g-spot- reels you back into the moment, you head moves frantically "yes, yes please i need to cum"

Jungkook groans in satisfaction, "that's right.. best little cunt, all mine" he goes back lapping at your chest, licking his way to any patch of skin that your addictive smell lurs him to- he feels all over your skin, sneaking his fingers to where your bodies morph into one so he can draw tight circles on your clit, stimulating you to cry out his name,

"Jungkook.. i- i can't stop it i-" you stutter, thighs tensing around him, the feeling is so overwhealming that you can't keep your head up, can't warn him more than that since you're already letting your dew sprinkle out- letting the shocks roll over your body

"just like that.. make a mess on my cock baby, you did so well, come for me" he rasps, his heavy balls release into your tightness at the thought that crosses his mind- the knowledge that he had made you orgasm, that your virginity belonged to him solely,

It embraces the both of you, fills you with a sense of euphoria that none of you wish to end

As the high washes over you, you break out into a small shudder, aware of his milky cum that splurts your walls white, aware of the oversensitive area between your legs that jungkook's fingers slowly stop touching, landing to your unstable and sore thighs instead.

his heavy breathing is woven into yours, contrasting how slowly, lazily he manages to caress your naked skin, finding comfort in your warm body

the small whisper of his name catches him off guard, he hums, pulling back to cup your face, "are you okay my love? feel good?" his eyes rank over your tired features, glowing before his very own eyes,

"so okay. I love you" you breathe out, pressing a kiss to his button nose,

"I love you too baby, so proud of you" his nose nuzzles against yours, "you were so so good"

your shy giggle lights up his face like it always does, "thank you.. for taking my virginity... felt so good" you mumble with your bottom lip tucked away between your teeth- it awakens his soft- still nestled cock, his hands grip your ass- feeling the flesh spill beneath his fingers "thank you for your trust baby, but god, you're gonna make me lose it" jungkook says into your neck, nose tracing the delicate line of your shoulder,

"why? is it too much?" unbeknownst to you, Jungkook rolls his eyes in annoyance, how could you be so fucking adorable?

"Let me show you why" he answers, making your head perk up a little,

"Wanna lay down for me pretty? I can give you another one, as many as you want. You deserve it, wanna spoil you, fuck i wanna give you everything you want" faintly audible as he's speaking into your skin, having already laid you down onto the cold cushions of his unreasonably expensive leather couch.

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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──𐙚 pink and pretty- spanking

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content: spanking (who would have thought), JK IS BEING CALLED SIR, degrading ( brat, slut) also praise, punishment and reward, other names like (little princess, pretty girl) use of the word "little" and "tiny" (I´m a sucker for size kink), doggy, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex, creampie

note from cherry: ignore the typos !! Ily!!

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You're chocked out, tears brimming at the corners of your wide eyes, mouth torn open with your boyfriends big, hardened cock stuffed all the way in your throat, tightening around it each time his tip hits the back of it, repetitively summoning a warm, prominent feeling in your hips.

Your eyes keep watching his squeezed together in pleasure, head slightly drooped back, his large palm gripping your hair as you keep bobbing up and down, spit coating his balls as it drools down the side of your mouth,

You're sure he's never looked more erotic and you're certain- you've never lookee sexier to him either

"Feels so good, good girl, that's enough now" he groans, his eyes opening slightly, hand tugging at your hair, a warning- obviously so.

He had told you, you were only allowed to suck him off a bit, you're not supposed to make him cum,

Today was your time to shine as an absolute brat,

I mean, the way he moaned, tugged at your hair, shook with his big muscular thighs and his cock stuffed down your greedy mouth is too good to stop,

So you keep going, keep resisting his curses and threads, feeling his cock twitch with every swipe of your wet muscle along his tip, he needed it, regardless of what he wanted because well- did he stop?

"You fucking brat, such a little slut for my cock" he mutters through gritted teeth, echoing a loud moan after

With his release, you're painted with him, the salty, slightly sweet liquid running down your bruised throat,

You swallow exhaustedly, making sure not to waste a drop of his sacred pleasure, worth the work- worth the bittersweet punishment

Until you're yanked down, face first into the pillows, muffled into the softness of your bed

He reaches his strong arm under your torso, wrapped around you securely to push your body up,

Tight, needy pussy on display, running with slick just for him

A hard slap is delivered to your ass, making you yelp out a whimper, your skin vibrates all the way down where you need him most and it does nothing but spurr on the slick flowing out of your folds

"What happened to my little princess? Who's this slut?" He says, shortly after he slaps your ass once more, harder for not answering him quickly enough- not that he really wanted an answer, jungkook just wanted power again

"m'sorry sir, m'sorry" you whimper, small voice dimmed down by your pillows, smothered against the bed, his cock throbs at the tone, you sound so pathetic

Your back arches when he spanks you another time, the skin of your butt already turning a pretty shade of pink from his harshness

Although it hurts, it feels so fucking good, your hands reach to grip the sheets below to stabilze yourself, ground yourself in a mess of masochistic allure

He takes your wrists instead, pulling them on your lower back with one of his hands, he pulls harder, so much so that your body is pressed into the materess frimer- deeper.

With the position, your clothed, stiff nipples are rubbing against the bed with delicious fiction that adds to the pleasure

Ass hoisted up into the air, bare and helpless for him

"That wasn't nice of you huh? Gonna take this well, show me how good you can be"

His voice is deep, a low, sexy hum escapes his lips with the next few harsh spanks that you just take,

Take the pleasure of his punishment and with each smack, your skin turns increasingly more red, while your sweet slick continues to drool down your wet centre

The vibrations of each tough spank making you go dumb from stimualtion, fogs up yur head, feeds the throbbing in your clit that's begging to be noticed by him

He's on his 10nth slap when he stops, listening to your little cries, doe eyes fully entranced with your cunt dripping just for him, drooling, begging.

"Took it so well my pretty girl, look at that, got your tiny cunnie runnin' for me" he coos, almost mocking you with his soft, exaggerated tone,

His hand massages the red skin on your ass, stroking it gently before releasing your wrists from his hold,

"Please sir, i need you to touch me i'm begging" you whine, pressing your hips into his hands more, anything, anything to feel that aching between your legs stimulated

He chuckles,

"Needy little princess, want me to touch your pretty pussy?"

His index finger is already moving to collect some slick from your dripping entrance, sliding down to spread it on your clit before going back to your hole, teasing and rubbing with his fingers

You nod, whimpering pathetically under his spell,

"Please please please sir please"

he smiles to himself when his ears are blessed with your whiny begs, already having lost all restraint on himself,

"What do you want pretty?" he knew the answers, his cock is in his hand, pumping it with small groans,

"Cock, please sir want your big cock to fill me- nhmm good!" you moan, mouth opened and muffled when he enters you, thrusting his entire length into your desperate cunt

He moans too, gripping your hips while he moves his, slapping against your skin and watching the way you rock into the sheets,

"Feel so good, so tight and tiny, so little 'round me"

The praise keeps flowing out of his mouth but you can't find the strength to respond once his tip hits your g-spot repeatedly

"Right there! There !" your whines are endless, helplessly rocking your hips back to meet his hard thrusts,

"My little girl, so pretty, your skin's all pink from being such a slut earlier" his voice has become whiny too, nearing his release

"So deep! So good, gonna cum sir please"

the throbbing is becoming unberable, snapping that pool in your tummy with one last thrusts

Your thighs tremble, every muscle tensing and while you cum, you clench around his dick that's burried all the way in you

but he keeps going, chasing after his own release

"Fuck, good girl, cream around my dick, pretty girl, gonna fill my princess cunnie up hm?" he rambles through the last couple strokes, his head falling back while he lets out his load inside you,

You can feel him pulsing, leaving you filled to the brim with his cum,

He lays down next to you, rolling you over to meet his face, cradling your cheeks with both his hands while scanning over your expression

"You okay, princess? You're usually not this quiet, did it hurt too much?" his voice is soft, laced with worry and the little, gentle kisses he presses all over your face are a stark, contrast to that sting between your thighs

You give him a lazy smile in return, woving your fingers through his hair

He's yours, yours to always protect you, love you, keep you safe, make sure you aren't hurt

Even when he fucks the brat out of you, he makes sure to love it right back in

"Mhm.. just spend, don't worry koo"

he smiles too, kissing your lips gently, as if he'd break you apart otherwise,

"Awh... i'm sorry baby, your skin is really pink and pretty though"

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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──𐙚 teach me daddy (s & f)

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boyfriend!jungkook x virgin!reader

content: daddy kink, ddlg themes, Jungkook teaching his innocent, virgin gf how to..; touch him (blowjob) and how he touches her (fingering, lil tit play) !! hickies, sweet talk, lowkey dumbification, praise, cumming on stomach, guided, petite oc!!! Size.kink. so much dirty talk. so many pet names, FILTH.

note from cherry: put my whole sopping pussy in this. im a whore. My fav trope pls i hope i did it justice

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Jungkook's lovely, borderline magical finger tips create his usual pieces of invisible art upon your skin, right underneath the frilly fabric of your pink skirt, that top of your soft thigh squished against him, because his lap- specifically the bulge inside of his grey stüssy sweats- has become your favorite spot to sit on. Somewhere in between lush kisses and feathery moans elicited by the fluttered bruises he lays down the lane of your neck, you've understood one thing;

It feels so warm- so good to sit on that tent that forms in your older boyfriends pants, visible every time you bite your lip and stare at him with huge round, pleading eyes- every passing, electrifying fraction of a moment you spend threading through his deliciously laid, tussled mullet, or tracing the colorful lines etched into his hardened muscles, almost like you're coloring the small pictures in with your glittery gel nails.

Feels so good to hear low groans from your boyfriend's throat, experiencing your clit pulsing inside those little lacy panties, while consciously avoiding the sensation of a large wet patch making them cling to your untouched folds, it felt tingly, you had just told him.

"Tingly?" he asks, plucking back a delicate strand of your hair,

"Mhm.. like it wants attention. s'how i feel when i hump my stuffies" another small- fleeting detail you deemed insignificant, however it continues to feed into the hunger growling primally in jungkook's chest, wanting to expand outward, tear out of his gentle strokes that accidentally find your nipples, on occasions where he should be content with your petite frame inside the solid embrace of his own- oh so hungry body.

But he isn't content, not now that you've revealed you're pussy has kissed the very stuffies he's bought for you, seen you go starry eyed at.

His mind races with images of you- you in your bare glory, one he hasn't seen but there is no doubt in his mind you're an angel, sat on top of that plush hello kitty, dragging your wet, overstimulated clit over it's button nose- over and over, until there's drool running down the corners of your pout- until your eyebrows crunch together in pure delight. He wonders if you're the type to beg, ramble out your needs like a lost little deer.

His cock throbbs in anticipation, his primal instincts scream for him to take care of you whole, explore every inch of your sweet, sweet vessle. Jungkook has to know more- has to know everything.

"And how does my pretty girl hump her stuffies?" he innocently questions, hiking his hands up further on your small legs, crawling to your inner thighs, the digits raise goosebumps on your skin and a pink hue on your cheeks, it complements you- he thinks, harmonizing with your glossy pink lips.

"Hmph.. jus'.. sit on them.. r-rub back.. n' forth" your whispered reply has him drop into a lower, deeper tone, assessing how your body subconsciously responds to his teasing, bucks forward the smallest, almost unnoticeable bit.

"And what happens when babygirl does that?" you whine- leaning your lips to ghost against his own, the tingly feel rises again, floods your panties in an instant because his sudden dominance drowns you in its strangling hold,

"I feel good"

Jungkook creeps his large palm up, cupping your pussy boldy through the thin girlish fabric,

"Haa-ah" moaning, you give way into his palm, playing into his hands because you belong no where else, in response, his thumb extends, rubbing over where your clit sits puffily,

"Yeah..? right here is where it feels good, doesn't it princess?" liquid smooth as he talks, applying pressure to your needy bud,

"Mhm" you nod- whimpering against his pierced lip. In the flashes of his tight circles, you cannot bring yourself to keep your mouths attached- to focus on maintaining a healthy breath when your flower is being treated with the most careful sexuality "This feels better daddy" you say airyly, lips barely touching.

His breath stalls before it hitches once again- the title found him so righteously, so naturally succumbing to his deserved role- your daddy.

"Fuck sugar, it does hm? Let daddy take care of you, make you feel all warm and tingly"

After all, you're his special little princess,

The one with a cute pout that he wishes to see wrapped around his angry cock, he had envisioned this moment countless of times, fisting himself late at night- the soft snores come from your end of the phone, purely, innocently sleeping in the white glow of your screen, big, soft facial features lay peacefully against your pillow.

Even though the sins run carelessly on his end- he never bothered to mute himself, you kept sleeping, dreaming away,

Somtimes, he desired for you to wake up; he'd groan a bit louder, more vulgar with his endless cussing, thought about how your pupils grow wide, how your lips would part into a gasp- wish that you'd timidly run your thumb over your clit at the unfamiliar warmth spreading through your little purity, ruined, emerged in his perversion.

You nod, already going droopy eyed at the simple action of his thumb thrumming your pearl,

The cold air hits your sopping cunt as he peels your delicate panties to the side, giving him a full view of your flower, skin slick with desire

"You have the prettiest little pussy, so cute, does she want to be played with?" his tone is so- so gentle, yet, its dripping with power, entranced with the view of his- yes his very own digits that faintly glide between your folds,

"Yes- nghh shit- koo" your manicured nails dig into his meaty thighs, grounding yourself in a failed attempt to hold your head up, the foreign urgency consumes your entire being with it's intensity,

"Look at me sugar" he commands, growling lowly, his eyes squint to the ones of a predator, you- his prey, look at him like he has always known you would- wide eyed, doe eyed, awaiting his instructions

"Good girl. Now tell me again, do you want daddy to show you how to feel really good hm? How to play with your tiny cunt?"

You nod dumbly, letting out the smallest sounding yes that had ever grazed his ears, he purrs, taking in the effort with an open heart,

"Suck on them, need them nice and wet, can you do that for me princess?" his fingers intrude your bitten lips, forcing his digits to collide with your tongue, eagerly- messily and uncoordinated, you swirl your tongue around them, humming as he withdraws- letting out a satisfied groan

You wince a bit upon the proding of his fingertips against your entrance, unexpectedly, you look at him- begging for him to take you with him, guide you by the hand along everything he does, take your hand like a good daddy should.

The substantial need to make you feel safe takes over again, courses throughout his entire being because you look so vulnerable like this, so barely laid out for him to consume.

"it's okay babygirl, it's gonna feel so good. Daddy's gonna put a finger inside this pussy, you'll feel a bit full, but my precious little girl's so good, she can take it all" he can feel your body relax on top of his lap, as if your muscles let go of all tension with his reassurances- he's on the edge of feeling bad for wanting to ruin your purity.

But he does it regardless.

Wet, sloppy sounds fill your ears as he pumps his finger inside of you. The rhythm starts slowly, one push- one long drag between your folds before returning to pulling out, pushing back in carefully. He studies the subtle change in your expression, diligently grasping at the strings of your arousal- his own eyes can't choose between the look of lust on your face and his hand colliding with your sweetness, feeling how you suck his finger in with every fiber of your being, so untouched, so pure- so, so needy.

You squirm, wrap your hand around his bulging bicep- "Daddy- that feels so good, feels so so good" you continue mumbling, singing the cutest moans to numb his thoughts, feed his hunger, he turns greedy- allowing himself to drown in you entirely, granting himself premission to increass his speed, push in deeper- you gratify him, become louder, whiner, give yourself over because truthfully- you didn't know anything outside of how good it feels to be fingered like this.

"Yeahhh, feels so good to have daddy's fingers? think you can take another one?" Patiently he waits for your allowance- and once he heared that needy voice of yours, calling out for him to push another finger in, he snaps,

"Fuck sugar, look at you, such good girl f'me, feel so full don't you?" His lips latch back on to your neck as he pumps into you faster, curling his fingers into you like he's crawling into your body, establishing his ability to make you squirm- make you whimper and lose that pretty head of yours in his sinful lure.

So you do lose yourself- start whining for him to keep hitting that spot- right there daddy- you beg,

"Yeah? My babygirl loves this- loves my fingers making your cunt feel good. All mine, my little pussy, no one can have you like this"

"Right there ohh? Can you say that again sugar?" Thoughtlessly, obediently ylu start repeating, rehearsing the words like you're summoning him- your legs jerk, contract the muscle with a moan so pronounced jungkook could cum all over himself at the pure nuance of it.

"mmhm! s'too much- feels like i- like i'm gonna-" Your eyes roll far into your skull at the lingering of his teeth on your jaw, his tongue that shamelessly licks a strip up to your ear so he can coax you into intoxicating pleasure.

"Like what little girl? Gonna make a mess?"

At that- at the last syllable of his sentence, you release your arousal over the whole long inches of his fingers that are still relentlessly pushing into your hole, plucking out roughly- shoved back in, "Goood girl" he rasps, slapping his soaked fingertips over your overstimulated cunt. You did not know better than to leave gasps into his now bitten, ridiculously broad shoulder, shudder in overstimulation, tug at the roots of his chocolate mullet,

Your bedroom grows quiet, pleasure rings in your ears, wrecks you from the top of your head to your toes, colorful sparks fly behind your eyelids as it keeps going, keeps flooding out of your body like it had never done before.

Your boyfriends entire demeanor changes once his ragged breathing returns to soft hums, his healing hands cover more than half of your back and he just lets you bathe in the aftershocks, "Did so well for daddy, my good girl" The whispers find your hair, his pecks follow, decorating your journey back to a grounded reality with beautiful stars, safety,

As he´s rubbing up and down your back under the fabric of your cami, your skin erupts into familiar goosebumps, only this time, he feels your stiff nipples rub against his own, sweaty chest, the friction makes you hiss involuntairly,

"How do i feel good here ?" The muttered curiosity behind your words makes Jungkook moan audibly- reaches his hands to slide around your torso, your rips flutter in response, "Let me show you"

Your cami shrivles up over the swell of your small chest, cupped snuggly in your white sparkly bra, his hands cover your entire breasts easily, the twinkle in his vision is unmistakable,

lust, utter need

"Gon´ pull these down baby, show your pretty body to me" vision going white, he rushes to wrap his lips around the stiff bud, encircling it with his tongue, "All mine, my tits, my little girl, these belong to me" He takes his time- devours you, flicking the tip of his tongue over and over, you recoil forward, moan helplessly under how good he´s making you feel,

Jungkook returns the favour, moans into your skin that arches closer into his mouth,

"Want me to give you some attention too? Gonna rub it like this baby, roll it in between your fingers" The instructions help to remember what is happening between the chasm of gasps and whimpers, the throbbing between your aching legs returns in unbearable force- rises with every collision of his rough palms rounding your soft skin, he nibbles, sucks, bites gracefully into the sensitive flesh.

"Daddy- daddy stop please" the wet sensation leaves in the blink of an eye, his gaze glistens over with worry- hands immediately running to your comfort, soothing your arms, "M´sorry my love, too much? Wanna stop here?"

You shake your head violently, wanting to sob at the thought of stopping, you´ve never felt need like this, urges like this- borderline possessed as you tug at his waistband, his eyes widen, holding both your wrists in his calloused hand "Woah babygirl, slow down, what is it that daddy´s princess wants?" He asks genuinely, running his lips over your jaw but his cock betrays him, throbs painfully as you whimper for him, mutter for him to show you how to make him feel good too. He didn't want to pretend to be innocent anymore- your boyfriend had been praying to have you like this, why would he deny you if you so desperately wish to pleasure him anyways?

Feverishly, your small hands expose his member, appreciating the hard outline in his calvins before reaching in- finding the warm length that can, in no way, fit even in the grasp of both your fidgety hands,

"It´s so pretty, so big" You praise, staring in awe at the sight in front of you, a pearl of his arousal runs down alongside the vein of his shaft, Jungkook growls, scratching your scalp with his tattooed hand,

"All yours. come on sugar, little kisses, lick it a bit, i´ll be loud for you"

It´s not like it was his choice regardless, not when you lay your tongue flat against his tip, tracing every inch of him. You lick up and down his pulsating cock, look up at him through your feminine, innocently batted eyelashes as if to ask if he feels good- he groans, tightens his hand with each torturous slow lick to him, how could he not feel good?

"Good little girl, taking daddy so well, need you to take it in your mouth now okay? Can you be good and try to swallow daddy´s cock?"

You nod- god you´d do anything he asks, hesistantly, your lips coat his fat tip, opening your throat as he feeds you his girth, hitting the back of your throat in an instant- you try your best to ignore the gag, focus on the wetness of your cunt and his breathless curses.

It´s even more erotic than he had imagined, you do pout; your lips barely fit in his cock, not able to get half of it into the confined space of your jaw- his stomach flips at your hand that wraps around the rest of him- while the other one clenches his inner thigh for support, marks his skin in reminders. The look in your willing eyes, the struggle to take his inches as your own spit escapes your mouth- it´s becoming something he will get addicted to in no time,

"Ssh i know daddy´s big babygirl, but you´re made for me, breathe through your nose, goood job baby" its fuel, fuel to your insatiable greed for him, you follow instinct, bob up and down with the help of his hand on the back of your head, throat contracting around him and shit- Jungkook is sure if your throat is this tight sucking him off, your virgin pussy must feel like heaven too.

"Just like thaaat, yeah sugar, makin´ me feel so fucking good" He continues, thighs flexing with the constricting feeling in his balls, release bubbles up fast, rapidly banging his system- your boyfriend grips you by the jaw, to have you make eye contact with his half lidded brown stars, "Lay down f´me"

Sprawled out, tummy laid open, your hair flows over your tits, eyes watch him stroking his cock in heavy, aggressive movements, rubbing his thumb over the pink swollen tip- he pants, groans so fucking loud you instinctively spread your thighs for him- clenching around nothing- begging silently for him to give you everything.

At the sight of your cunt covered in your own, copious amount of slick and previous orgasm, he´s struck down mercilessly, it rides him over the edge and soon enough, he splurts his milky cum all over your lower stomach, he shakes- calls out for you.

"My little princess, look so beautiful like this, god i fucking love you"

You giggle girlishly- a sound from the deep chambers of your now, perverted heart as he engulfs you in his hold, "Baby you´re-" his mouth finds yours again, not letting you protest but he's soft, grateful "I don´t care, you´re mine, my baby, all mine" Another kiss, another smile, "Thank you, thank you sugar" he mumbles, holding your flushed out cheeks in his big hands, searching for familiar innocents within your face and unsurprisingly so, he still discovers it.

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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daddy's babygirl.

summary/content: you and Jungkook have a very healthy sexual relationship. you both love roleplay very much, so jungkook plays a game with you. daddy/ddlg!little au, use of daddy, dd/lg, dom/sub dynamics, heavy language, descriptive sex, anal play, pet names (use of dolly), vaginal sex, no plot just smut, masochism, 18+ mdni.

taglist: @lovingkoalaface @flutterguk

Jungkook loves to be called daddy...

He gets so aroused and it makes him feel more dominant during sexy time. He loves to care for you, but also discipline you.

Jungkook never hurt you without your consent, but he knows your sexual need for some pain during sex, so he always goes through and finds out a new and safe way to hurt you that won't hurt him in the process.

You usually come to him with a shy figure, asking if he wants to play with you. During work, Jungkook usually tells you to be a good girl and wait. But if you tease him too much, he usually drops what he's doing and ends a meeting every now and then.

Jungkook's job was flexible, and he spoils you with every couple million he gets when he gets it...

"Jungkook!" You whine when he throws you over his shoulder, walking you upstairs to his bedroom.

He chuckles, "mh, dolly. You don't call me Jungkook right now unless something makes you uncomfortable, understand?"

"Yes..." You mutter softly as he tosses you on his king bed, messing up the straight sheets. You giggle a little bit as you turn your body to look at him; tall figure over the edge of the bed, admiring your body.

"What do you call me sweetheart?" Jungkook unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.

You go silent, trying to think of what you usually call him. You knew, definitely...but you wanted to make him a little impatient.

Jungkook tilts his head, "hmm? Go on, yn. Tell me what you call me."

Jungkook was patient, but sometimes he'll lose his shit if you don't listen to him often. He's not abusive, of course he's not! But he does discipline hard if he has to.

"Daddy~" your hands fiddle with the silky sheets below you as you look up to Jungkook with a shy expression.

He nods, "very good, baby. Now what is it you want daddy to do?"

You take a moment to answer...there are so many things you want him to do to you, but only so many hours of the night to do them.

"mmh, I want daddy to use me." You let out a little whine, letting Jungkook understand what kind of night you're hoping for.

"Use you? Sweet pea, you really want daddy to use you like a toy? How cute." Jungkook puts his knee on the edge of the bed and grabs the hem of your nightgown, pulling it over your head. "Hands and knees for me."

You do as he says and get on your hands and knees, putting your hands against a pillow to support you as you arch your back further for him.

Jungkook admires your form before he grabs the hem of your panties and pulls them down to your thighs, "look at you. So obedient for daddy?"

You nod and bite down on your lower lip. The way he spoke to you aroused you, making your pussy practically drip for him.

"Good girl." He grabbed your ass and frlt the warmth in his hand before placing a kiss on your lower back. He breathed in the soft scent of your warm skin and groaned.

"Daddy..." You whine, "need you inside."

He chuckles, "such a needy little girl, huh? You want daddy inside you, to ruin you, make sure you can't walk for days?"

You nod desperately, "yes please, daddy."

Jungkook gave your ass a firm slap, hearing you yelp and whine into the pillow in front of you. He was very amused with your reaction.

Jungkook gathered enough saliva in his mouth before spitting on your pussy, smearing it out with his thumb, lubricating it enough to push his thumb into your ass.

You cry out, "mMh, daddy!"

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Jungkook pumped his thumb in and out of you and groaned at the way you tightened around him, "such a tight little hole. I might need to stretch you out more, don't I?"

Jungkook continues to pleasure you with his thumb before moving his other hand between your legs to play with your pussy; his two fingers rubbing your clit, past your folds, just before he pushes them inside. He gave your pussy the same amount of attention as your ass.

Your mouth falls open, "ahh!"

"Shh, baby. You're being such a good girl for daddy." Jungkook hears you moan and cry at his touch, feeling your holes tighten around his fingers.

"D-daddy, it feels so good." You breathe heavily and put your cheek against the pillows, leaving your ass in the air for him.

Jungkook hums as he admires you. How fucked out you are, how pleased you are. He loves seeing you like this, "does my good girl want more?"

"Yes please..." You feel his fingers exit you, which makes you upset, but you don't say anything.

Jungkook unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened cock, giving it a few soft strokes as he sees your glistening holes.

He groans, "gonna make daddy cum too soon, baby girl. Your pussy is so pretty."

"Cock, please... please daddy." You beg for his length, feeling his heat radiating off his body as he got closer to you.

Jungkook aligned his cock with your pussy and gave your ass a good rub with his palms, teasing you with his tip. He saw how needy you were; your clit throbbing for attention.

"Mm, this pussy is for daddy. Only daddy, understand?" He hears your wet pussy gush around nothing.

You nod desperately and smudge your makeup on the pillow, "yes daddy. Only for you...all for you."

"Good girl." Jungkook finally pushed himself into your pussy and heard you whine loudly. His hard cock pressed against your sweet spot with no effort. It was pure ecstasy.

"Ahh- anghh!" You grip the sheets, the pillow, your own nails digging into your palm as the pleasure strikes you.

Jungkook moans, "such a pretty girl. Taking my cock, my fat cock inside of this tiny little pussy."

His dirty words only made you clench around him. The pleasure was too much to handle, but too good to stop as he started to slap your ass with his hips. His force making your pussy clench needlessly around his dick...

He fucks you rough, not letting up until he hears your screams, "mmh, too much for you? Can't take what you asked for?"

"No-no! Aghh- s'too much daddy! Ngh!" You were hanging on by a thread as your orgasm reached its peak, but Jungkook didn't let you cum yet.

He edged you to hear you cry some more.

"No, no. I feel you, sweetheart. You're so close aren't you?" Jungkook pulls out, letting his precum create a messy residue around your swollen, used pussy.

You pant and sob, "mm, c-cum-...need to cum daddy please."

"Not yet, dolly. You know the rules." Jungkook kneeled behind you and gripped your ass firmly, making you squirm under his touch.

You breathe heavily and shake, trying not to mention your orgasm again. He might just try and edge you once more if reminded. But Jungkook is smarter than that...he's smarter than you.

"Daddy, what are you-" you cut off with a gasp, feeling his tongue pressed against your clit, "oh fu-hck!"

He groans with pleasure as he tastes your sweet juices in his mouth, leaving sloppy, wet kisses and sucks against your pussy and clit.

Jungkook loved to eat you out, he loved to make you cum with his mouth more than anything...

You arch your back, "ahh- gonna cum!"

"Cum," he mutters against you, "cum on daddy's face, baby."

You squeeze your eyes shut and feel the knot in your belly loosen into pleasure as you cum. Your orgasm was needed, given the teasing.

"C-cumming!" You managed to speak through your orgasm. Jungkook milked you for longer and moaned against you as your pussy dripped all over his tongue.

He chuckles, "so sweet...so gorgeous, princess."

When your orgasm has settled, you sit up straight. Your head was spinning and Jungkook supported you. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, making Jungkook a tad bit concerned.

"How are you feeling, babygirl?" He kisses your forehead and brings you closer to him.

You whine, "mm, need more."

"More? Baby, you had a rough time. I didn't let you cum for a while." Jungkook raised his brow and looked down at you. He knew you were still horny, and the way you held onto him made him want you more.

"Please, daddy...more."

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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can we get some like more of stepdad JK, JK eating her out hehehehehe🌚

pretty kitty.

summary/content: your stepdad sees and hears you masterbate often. he can only imagine what your pussy tastes like. stepdad!jungkook x younger!reader, oral sex, clit stim, taking advantage of her, age gap (reader is not a minor), daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk/praise, masterbation, squirt, descriptive sexual dialogue, jk is pussy whipped, he's a softy, mdni 18+

for my bbg, mimi

taglist: @lovingkoalaface @flutterguk

You thought you were home alone. So you got yourself undressed, pulled your hips to the edge of the bed and laid back against a pillow you had placed for your head.

You open your legs, feet in the air as you trail your hand down your body; warm skin, leading to a more sensitive area. You feel yourself, feeling how wet you are.

You moan and push your finger in. The feeling gets better, the feeling of your g-spot being stimulated after a long, hard day was rewarding.

"Mmh~" you moan again, pushing another finger in. You waste no time in thrusting them in and out, pressing your fingertips against your sweet spot over and over again.

Your soft, pleasurable cries fill your bedroom. Little do you know, your stepdad came home early. He deliberately did...

He knew how you were, when you masturbated, and how long you usually go for. It was perverted of him, but he just adored listening to you.

Jungkook set his phone and keys down on the counter gently, trying his best not to make a sound. He approached your bedroom door and already heard your whines, along with the warm lushness of your pussy...

He could visualize how wet you were. He saw your pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head every time he closed his eyes.

"Shit." He whispered, leaning in closer to your bedroom door. He fought demons, trying not to burst in.

You whine pathetically, "mm, daddy, yes. Please, hm wanna cum!"

Jungkook's body responded to your words, as if you were calling out for him. He put his hand against the handle of your door, debating on the consequences... scared he'll make you uncomfortable for alarmed.

"Please- please...uhh mm!" You moan again and Jungkook's cock was already straining against his work pants, making a wet stain from all that precum making a mess of him.

He couldn't take it anymore. He opened your door slowly and saw you on the edge of your bed, fingers deep inside your own pussy. He saw you struggling to please yourself, struggling to cum.

Your eyes fluttered as you turned your head, seeing your stepdad staring at you with a smirk. You whine again, "mm, daddy?"

"Yes, babygirl. I'm here..." Jungkook took advantage of your desperate state.

"C-can't cum." Your voice breaks a little, trying to please yourself with harder movements.

Jungkook knew you were hurting yourself and didn't like that. He felt awful seeing you so helpless. Approaching you, he was slow with his movements.

He grabbed your hand, the one that was between your legs and pulled your fingers away from your pussy. He saw the redness around the area and his eyes soften.

"Baby, let daddy help you. Do you trust daddy to help you?" Jungkook kneeled down on your bedroom floor, so close to your pussy.

You nod...

Jungkook wasn't too pleased with that response, "words. Tell me I'm allowed, baby."

"Yes daddy. I trust you..." You look down at your stepdad and feel a little pathetic asking for something you can do yourself.

But it was clear you were already failing at pleasing yourself tonight. You were lucky he was being a pervert...

Jungkook leaned down and placed a kiss against your inner thigh, marking it a little with a suck. He saw the pink go darker and create a hickey. He groaned at the sight of it.

"Good girl," he kisses further down, closer to your clit and puts his fingertips against your puffy bundle of nerves. He gave it a firm pat, seeing your body jolt at the sudden feeling, "oh, sweetheart. Is that too much?"

Although he was teasing and dominant, he was being sincere. You nod and pout, holding your legs up a little for him to get a clear view of your swollen pussy.

Jungkook nods sympathetically, "let daddy help."

He presses his tongue against your entrance and trails up to your clit, sucking a little before licking it again. Your back arches and you let out soft moans. Jungkook was so turned on...

He rubbed his erection as he ate you out. His tongue worked its magic and didn't let a single drop of your juices go to waste.

"That's my girl," Jungkook sucked and paused, "mm, my sweet, sweet, babygirl."

You nod, "y-yes daddy. Please don't stop!"

"I won't, darling. Just relax." Jungkook moaned against your pussy and waited a moment before putting his fingers into you...resuming your movements from before.

You gasp, feeling his longer, strong fingers work their magic inside you. Your moans fill the room as you feel the pleasure you've been begging for.

Jungkook pumped his two fingers out of your clenching, dripping pussy and lapped your clit. He loved how you tasted. It wasn't exactly what he had imagined; it was much, much better.

"Mmh, cum on daddy's face." Jungkook went a little faster, but not too rough.

You gasp and cry, "ooh fuck! Daddy- close!"

Jungkook nods and urges you to cum on his fingers, feeling your warm walls spasm around them. He suckles your clit and applied pressure from the tip of his tongue to keep your orgasm coming.

"Aghh!" You squeeze your eyes shut and give yourself a little push, squirting all over his face. But he doesn't stop fingering you.

He moans, "such a fucking mess, princess. My messy little slut, hm?"

Your orgasm made your body feel weak, but you felt so complete. You've been chasing that orgasm almost all night, and thankfully Jungkook was there to help you.

"Thank you daddy~"

He chuckles and stands, "don't mention it, sweetheart. I'll run you a bath."

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kookiemonsta97 · 4 days ago

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pairing. bf!jungkook x afab!reader

contains. vulgar language and sexual themes. smut. praise. pet names. dirty talk. jk refers to himself as daddy. d/s dynamics. (soft) dom jk. sub reader. hickey's. spanking. ass slapping. missionary. unprotected sex. cumming inside. clit play. slight overstim.

"Faster?" your boyfriend rasps, hands frantically clutching the bed sheets either side of your head as he drives his pulsing dick deeper, not caring if you haven't fully adjusted to his size yet.

You hopelessly whimper, eyes scrunching up at the slight discomfort he is providing you with as he plunges deeper.

He takes your thighs and hooks them around his naked waist, whilst at the same time accelerate the pace of his hard, vigorous, thrusts.

"Feel daddy fillin' you up?" he asks, his warm face nuzzling into the crook of your neck in an attempt to muffle he pathetically needy moans that leave his throat.

You moan a "yes" and he smiles against you, hands gently squeezing your thigh.

"Yeah?" he grins, presses his soft lips against your skin and sharply inhales, dragging his cock out of you, only to slam it back inside of your delicate pussy again.

His mouth is gentle, leaving tender kisses across your neck before they turn into slow sucks and bites.

His teeth dig into your soft skin leaving behind visible cherry coloured marks and indents of where his teeth had been.

"Koo. ." you meekly respond, hips struggling to match his as the room fills with the indubitable sound of his strong hips slapping against yours.

"Lost for words baby?" He teases, hand giving your upper thigh a hard slap, cock jerking inside of you as soon as your hands came into contact with his shoulders, nails scraping across the expanse of his back and neck.

He lifts his head, staring down at you with his eager doe eyes,

"My baby cumin'?" he asks, watching as your eyes roll back and mouth hangs open, lips forming an ‘O’.

He moans at the sight of you, hips faltering for a brief moment when he felt your walls compress around him,

"Cum for me," he whispers, "Show daddy how much you love his cock,"

He grunts, hips faltering for a brief moment when he feels your walls compress around him, hugging against his slippery dick.

"Mmh, good girl," he pants, letting out a string of "mmh's" and "aah's", eyes falling down to watch his fat girth slip in and out, making a satisfyingly wet pop every time he sinks back inside of you again.

“Such a good girl," he repeats, softly moaning at the sight of how well you take him, your cunt was already oozing with your own juices that about to be mixed with his own.

He lets out a whine, desperate to make that beautiful vision a reality. His head tilts back and his eyes squee firmly shut as he chases his release, hips hectically ramming himself backwards and forwards into your drooling hole.

He sees stars, his entire length throbing at the never-ending contact with your slick heat.

His breaths become unstable, juddery grunts and groans as he fights the last of his climax, trying to savour the feeling of your warm spongy walls before giving in.

His dick twitches inside of you and he lets out a loud, strangled moan coating your walls with his syrupy seed and gaining a second orgasm from you.

He feels you cum around him, causing him to whimper, another thick load of his hot cum shooting out from his puffy tip.

"M’fuckkk," he hisses, leaning over, moaning against you as he presses delicate kisses to your lips as an apology for the mess he was making in between your thighs.

He is oozing out of you, dripping down your legs and onto the white bed sheets.

"Need to change the sheets baby." he chuckles, hand diving straight in between your thighs to your bare cunt.

His thumb circles your clit, making you protest almost immediately, not wanting a third orgasm of the night.

He scoffs at you, "S'wrong? too much for my baby?"

he plunges two fingers inside of you, easily pumping them in and out, "Can't take any more?"

Your a whining, moaning mess,

"Fuck, no Koo.."

He listens to your protests, unwillingly retracting his digits from you, giving your clit a pinch.

"No more please.." you mutter, unable to move your head to shake it.. or even move at all. you just laid motionless on the bed with his cum seeping out of you.

He grins, hesitantly removing his hand, before giving your ass a quick slap.

"C'mon baby, let's get you cleaned up.”

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kookiemonsta97 · 6 days ago

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uncle!logan breeding kink😩😩

A/N: uncle!logan x faux niece!reader, 18+ f!reader, dbf!logan, breeding kink, taboo themes, just pure smut, unprotected sex

It was expected, really. At Logan’s age - hell, at his level of primal instinct - of course he had a breeding kink. It was almost natural, woven into the very core of what made him him. The need to claim, to fill, to make sure his woman was completely, irrevocably his - it wasn’t something he could turn off, especially not with you writhing beneath him, taking him so well.

Maybe it had started as teasing, something you whispered into his ear when he was already close, already buried deep inside you, just to hear the way his breath would hitch, the way his thrusts would stutter for just a second before turning into something desperate, almost feral.

It always happened when you knew you had the upper hand - when you were sprawled beneath him, his thick, muscular frame caging you in, bodies slick with sweat as he drove into you with that steady, deliberate force that always had you gasping. You’d tilt your head back, fingers tangled in his hair, your lips curling into that smug, knowing grin before she purred, “‘S so much, Uncle Logan…” He groaned, his grip on your thighs tightening. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” You whispered, breathless, your nails dragging down his back. “Always filling me up…always making such a mess of me.”

His growl was low, dangerous, the sound reverberating through his chest as his rhythm faltered just for a moment. “You like that?” He muttered, his voice rough and strained. “Like how I fill you up, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, your walls clenching around him as you nodded, your teasing confidence slipping into something real. “I love it.”

And that was all it took for Logan to snap.

There was something different about the way he fucked you when he let go of every last restraint, when he let his instincts take over completely. It was deeper, rougher, more deliberate - each thrust carrying the weight of his need to own you, to keep you so full that you’d feel him long after he was done.

“Gonna take every drop, sweetheart,” He growled into your ear, his body grinding you into the mattress as he pinned you down, your thighs trembling against his sides. “You need it, don’t you? Need me to fill you up?*”

You moaned helplessly, your fingers clawing at his biceps, at his back, trying to hold onto something as your body fell apart beneath him. “Yes - yes, Logan - please - ” He groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his hands holding your hips still as he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you in thick, hot pulses. And the way you felt it - the way you knew it was there, deep inside you, marking you, claiming you - sent you crashing over the edge, your cries muffled against his lips as you came undone.

Even afterward, Logan didn’t move, still pressed against you, still inside you, like he couldn’t bear to part from you just yet.

“That’s my girl,” He murmured, kissing your temple, and sighing heavily. “My good girl.”

Logan didn’t talk about it much - he barely admitted it to himself - but of course he had a breeding kink. He’d lived too long, fought too many battles, and had too many things slip through his fingers. But this? The idea of forming a life. This was something tangible, something he could claim, and that would always be his own.

And you knew it.

You felt it every time you were together, every time he pressed deep inside you, his voice raw and gravelly as he groaned about how good you felt, how he never wanted to pull out. “You’re not subtle, you know.” You murmured one night, your fingers lazily tracing over his chest, your thighs still slick from the mess he had left inside your pussy.

Logan cracked an eye open, his arm slung around your waist, keeping you pulled close. “What’re you goin’ on about now, doll?”

You smirked, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw. “The way you are in bed, the way you make sure I’m stuffed full of you by the end of the night,” You whispered, dragging your fingers down his stomach, resting them just above his softening length. “The way you’re never satisfied with just coming once, like you’re trying to get me pregnant.”

Logan let out a low growl, his grip on you tightening. “You sayin’ you don’t love it, too?”

You flushed, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you shifted, swinging a leg over his waist so you were straddling him, your bare core pressing against his stomach. “’Course I do,” You purred, running your hands over his broad chest. “Why do you think I got on birth control in the first place?”

Logan’s eyes darkened, his hands smoothing over her hips. “Is that right?” He murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

“Mhm,” You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear, your hips rolling slowly against him to coat him with your mixed releases. “Because I need you that way too. Need to feel you dripping out of me when we’re done. Need to know that even after you’ve come inside me three times, you’ll still be hard and ready to do it again because you can’t get enough of me.”

Logan let out a low snarl, flipping your positions over so you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress. “You wanna play games, sweetheart?” He muttered, his voice rough with arousal. “If you’re gonna be a little tease, you better be ready to take everything I give you.”

And you were.

It had started as something you teased him about, but the more it happened, the more you realized just how much you needed it, too. You could pretend all you wanted, pretend it amused you - this feral instinct of his - but there was something so erotic about the feeling of Logan buried deep inside you, his thick length stretching you to the point of delicious soreness, his body shuddering against yours as he filled you completely. You loved the way he groaned when he emptied himself inside you, how he always held you tight afterward, like he was staking his claim. And afterward, when you shifted in bed and felt the evidence of the night leaking out of your thighs, you bit your lip, warmth pooling in your stomach.

“Stay still.” Logan would grumble, his arm tightening around your waist, keeping you from getting up.

“Logan,” You whined, half-heartedly squirming. “I need to clean up.”

His grip didn’t loosen. Instead, he smirked, his voice low and lazy as he nuzzled into your hair. “Nah,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Leave it.” You shivered. “That sound good, sweetheart?” Logan teased, his fingers trailing down between your thighs, spreading the mess he had left inside you. “You like bein’ full of me?”

You couldn’t lie - not when your body twitched at his words, not when you whimpered at the way he touched you. “Yes.” You whispered, pressing your thighs together as a fresh wave of arousal hit you.

Logan groaned, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby,” He rasped, rolling on top of you again. “Better give you more then.”

And the thing that confirmed his animal instinct? The absence of your contraceptive.

It was a lazy morning, the kind where you were still tangled in the sheets, half-draped over Logan as you sleepily listed off your to-do list for the day. Logan had one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily stroking along the bare skin of your back as he listened, his eyes half-lidded in contentment.

“Gotta swing by campus, drop off a paper, pick up groceries…” You murmured, your fingers absently tracing over his chest. “Oh, and my birth control refill still hasn’t been confirmed by the pharmacy yet - I need to call my doctor.”

It was a passing mention, something you didn’t even seem to think twice about before moving on to the next thing. But Logan? That one detail latched onto his brain and would not let go. He didn’t say anything about it - just hummed in acknowledgment, his fingers still idly running up and down your back. For the rest of the day, however, that little revelation loomed in the back of his mind like a wildfire threatening to spread.

It was impossible to give anything else a passing thought; not the passengers in the back of the Chrysler, not your dad - his best friend - who called during his lunch break to make plans for the weekend. Just the fact that his girl was fertile.

By the time he was back at your apartment that night, stepping through your door after a long day, he was already wound tight just from thinking about it. He hadn’t meant to end up in bed the second he arrived, he wanted to unwind with you, but you had barely kissed him ‘hello’ before Logan was on you, pressing you up against the wall, his rough hands gripping your thighs as he hoisted you up. By the time the two of you stumbled into your bedroom, your clothes were long gone, and Logan had you on hands and knees, his hands gripping your hips as he took you from behind, slow and deep. The sounds you made, the way your body clenched around him - it was enough to make him lose his goddamn mind. But then, mid-thrust, it hit him.

You’re not on the pill right now.

Logan groaned, his grip tightening as his brain went feral with the realization. His usual control snapped like a brittle wire, his restraint gone in an instant. His pace quickened, his thrusts deep and nearly punishing as a growl rumbled in his chest.

You gasped, your fingers gripping the sheets as you arched beneath him. “Logan - fuck - ”

He leaned in, his chest pressing flush against your back, his voice a low, dangerous rasp against your ear. “You even realize what you told me this morning?”

You barely had the ability to think right now, let alone recall a casual conversation from hours ago. “Wh-what?” You gasped, pushing back against him.

Logan grunted, gripping your jaw and turning your face just enough so he could kiss you deeply. “You’re not on the pill,” He reminded you, his breath hot against your lips. “Means I can fill you up - leave you dripping - and there ain’t a damn thing stoppin’ it from taking.”

You shuddered so violently you almost collapsed beneath him, a high-pitched whimper escaping your throat. “Oh my God,” You moaned, your fingers clutching at the sheets, your body clenching around him in response. “Logan.”

Logan chuckled darkly, dragging his teeth along the curve of your shoulder. “You like that, don’t you?” He murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You want your old man to fill you up, baby?”

You whimpered, your body trembling. “Yes,” You whispered, almost too breathless to say it aloud. “Yes, Uncle Logan, please.”

That was all he needed to hear.

His thrusts turned ruthless, his grip bruising as he pinned your beneath him, driving deep, claiming her completely. “Take it, sweetheart,” Logan growled, his grip bruising on your hips. “Take every last drop of me.” Your release hit you like a shockwave, your whole body arching as you screamed his name, your walls squeezing him so tight he nearly lost his mind. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, murmuring filth into your ear about how good you felt, how perfect you were wrapped around him, how he’d never get enough of you. When he finally reached his own peak, he groaned your name, his body shaking as he spilled deep inside you, pressing you down into the mattress as he filled you to the brim. Even after, he stayed inside you, panting against your skin, pressing slow, possessive kisses to your back. You were barely coherent, your entire body spent, your breath still uneven as you felt the undeniable warmth of him inside you.

You loved it.

Loved the way he took you, loved how desperate and primal he got the second he knew there was nothing stopping him from truly claiming you. After a long moment, Logan finally pulled out, and the mess he left behind made his chest tighten with satisfaction. He smirked, flipping you onto your back, kissing along you jaw as he murmured, “Better hope that refill comes in, sweetheart.”

You let out a weak, breathless laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You really liked that, huh?”

Logan chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before murmuring against them, “You got no idea, baby.”

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I loved Bambi, can you keep writing more age-gap, daddy issues kinda stuff?

Absolutely I can!😏

A/N: old man!logan OR dofp!logan x doll!reader, mom’s bf!logan, stepdad!logan, age gap, 18+ f!reader, daddy!logan, reader with daddy issues, fluffy, smut, tiny smidge of angst, pussy personification, car sex, unprotected sex, spanking

The evening starts innocently enough. You are perched on Logan’s lap in the living room, your pastel pleated skirt spread neatly over his jeans as you chat about your day, your soft voice filling the room. You look so sweet, your cable knit sweater clinging to your delicate frame, your thigh-high stockings peeking out just above your knees. Logan listens, but his sharp eyes flick down now and then, taking in the little details - how your legs shift in his lap, how your lips part as you speak. He can feel the warmth of your body through your clothes, and a smirk tugs at his lips as an idea forms.

“C’mere, doll,” He murmurs, interrupting you mid-sentence. His large hands settle on your waist, guiding you so you’re straddling him now, your skirt hiking up slightly. “I think I need a little somethin’ from you.”

You blink up at him, your cheeks flushing faintly. “What do you mean?” You ask softly, though the way his hands slide down your thighs makes your heart race.

Logan chuckles low in his throat, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. “Why don’t you let me see those pretty little hands of yours?” He murmurs, taking your wrist and bringing your manicured fingers to his mouth. He wraps his lips around them, sucking gently on your index and middle finger, his sharp eyes locked on yours as your breath catches.

“Logan,” You whisper, your voice trembling slightly, “What are you doing?” You’ve fooled around with him before, you’ve made out and hooked up more times than you’d like to admit given how recent his relationship with your mom is, but there are times when Logan likes to teach you something new.

“Gettin’ my doll ready,” He replies casually, his tone laced with teasing affection. He releases your fingers, pressing a kiss to your palm before his hand slides to your knee. “Why don’t you spread yourself open for me, huh? Let me see what’s mine.” Your embarrassment deepens, but you nod shyly, moving off his lap to sit on the edge of the couch. Your trembling hands lift the hem of your skirt, revealing your soft thighs and the little cotton panties you’re wearing. Logan leans back, his arms resting casually on the couch as he watches you, his smirk growing. “Good girl,” He mutters, his sharp gaze dark with desire. “Now, pull those panties aside. I wanna see all of you.” You hesitate for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention, but you do as he asks, your small hands pulling the fabric aside. Logan leans forward, his eyes fixed on your pussy as he exhales slowly. “Look at you,” He murmurs, his voice low and rough. “So pretty, doll. Prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” You squirm under his gaze, your thighs trembling as he moves closer, his large hands settling on your knees to hold you steady. His lips press a slow, deliberate kiss to your folds, his tongue flicking out briefly before he pulls back, his sharp eyes meeting yours. “You know,” Logan drawls, his tone teasing, “She’s got a real pretty pout when she’s achin’ for me, huh?”

His lips press agonizingly slow against your clit, his tongue traces your folds in a languid fashion, whispering sweet nothings against your pulsing hole. Your breath hitches, your face burning as you bite your lip. “Are you just gonna stare all day, Daddy?” You ask playfully, though your voice shakes slightly. “Or are you actually gonna use her?”

Logan chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he leans back and unbuckles his belt. “Well, well,” He mutters, his smirk growing. “Guess my girl’s got a little impatience in her tonight.” He pulls you close again, his rough hands sliding up your thighs as he positions himself over you. “Don’t worry, baby,” He growls, his voice dripping with affection and desire. “I’m going to use her, I’m going to be real sweet to her.”

The sound of Logan’s belt jingles faintly, a reminder of how hastily he’d pushed his jeans down just enough to free himself. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoes in the living room, mingling with your soft whimpers and Logan’s deep, gravelly groans. He has you folded beneath him, your legs pressed back and held behind your head, your small frame entirely at his mercy. The position leaves you completely open to him, and Logan doesn’t hold back as he moves with deliberate, steady thrusts, his sharp gaze fixed on your flushed, overwhelmed face.

“Look at her,” Logan mutters, his voice low and teasing as his eyes flick down between the both of you, admiring the way your little pussy stretches around his thick cock. “Takin’ all of me, swallowin’ all of Daddy like that. You feel that, doll? How tight she is, how greedy she is?”

Your cheeks burn, your lips parting as you try to respond, but all that escapes is a weak, stammered moan. You can barely focus, your body trembling with every slow, purposeful thrust, the way Logan fills you over and over driving you to the edge. Your hands grip your thighs to keep yourself in place, your nails digging into your soft skin as you whisper his name breathlessly. “P-Please,” You stammer, your voice trembling as your wide eyes lock onto his. “Please, Daddy…kiss.”

Logan smirks, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as he slows his pace even further, savoring the way your body reacts to him. “You want a kiss, huh?” He drawls, his voice rough and teasing. “Can’t even talk right and you’re beggin’ for more.”

You whine softly, your head tipping back against the mattress as your lips tremble. “Please…” You whisper again, your voice barely audible.

Logan growls low in his throat, unable to resist the sight of you so needy and pliant beneath him. He leans forward, his broad chest pressing down against your thighs, folding you further into the position as his lips crash against yours. The kiss is deep and consuming, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his thrusts pick up in intensity, his restraint slipping as he chases both your peaks.

You moan into his mouth, your hands releasing your legs to wrap around his neck as you cling to him, your small frame trembling with every powerful movement. Logan groans against your lips, his hand sliding down to your waist to hold you steady as he drives into you with more purpose, more desperation. “Goddamn, doll,” He mutters between kisses, his breath hot against your lips. “She feels so good. So damn tight and wet.”

You can’t respond, your voice lost to the pleasure that overtakes you. Your release hits you like a wave, your body shuddering beneath him as your walls tighten around him. Logan growls deeply, his own peak following moments later, his movements growing erratic as he spills into you, his large hands keeping you pressed firmly against him. You stay like that for a moment, your breaths mingling as Logan’s weight settles over you. He finally pulls back just enough to look at you, his sharp gaze softening as he brushes a strand of damp hair from your flushed face. “You alright, doll?” He murmurs, his voice low and tender.

You nod weakly, your lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. “Perfect,” You whisper, your fingers brushing over his cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Logan chuckles softly, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips, this one slow and affectionate. “No, you’re perfect, doll,” He mutters. “Now, let’s get cleaned up before you pass out on me.”

You giggle softly, your body still trembling as Logan carefully helps you unfold your legs and picks you up effortlessly from the couch, carrying you upstairs to take care of you.

And of course there are moments when he truly does want to teach you real stuff, taking his role as a protector and provider seriously. Especially if it means helping his favorite girl better herself. That’s what he tells himself as Logan sits in the passenger seat of an old, beat-up car he keeps around for errands and, apparently, driving lessons. You are seated behind the wheel, your hands gripping it nervously as you glance between the road ahead and Logan. You’re wearing a determined expression, but Logan can tell you’re anxious.

“You gotta start some day, doll,” Logan grumbles, adjusting his seat belt and eyeing you sideways. “Should’ve learned this a long time ago. Can’t keep relyin’ on me to drive you everywhere.”

You pout, your bottom lip jutting out slightly as you turn to him. “But I like when you drive me, Daddy,” You say sweetly, trying to charm your way out of the lesson. “It’s more fun.”

Logan raises an eyebrow, unmoved. “Ain’t gonna work this time, doll. You’re learnin’ today, no excuses. Now, foot on the brake.”

You sigh dramatically but obey, pressing your foot down hesitantly. “Like this?”

“Harder,” Logan mutters, reaching over to adjust your grip on the wheel. “And keep your hands at ten and two. You ain’t cruisin’ yet.”

You bite your lip, nodding as you adjust your hands. “Okay. What now?”

“Turn the key,” Logan says, nodding toward the ignition. “And take it slow. This thing’s older than you are, so don’t go floodin’ the engine.” You do as instructed, the engine sputtering to life after a couple of tries. You grin, clearly proud of yourself, but Logan gives you a pointed look. “Don’t get cocky yet, doll. We’re still parked.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “You could at least let me have this moment, Logan.”

Logan smirks, his gruff tone softening. “I’ll let you celebrate when you don’t put this thing in a ditch. Now, put it in drive.” You carefully move the gearshift, your movements slow and deliberate. Logan nods in approval as you begin to ease off the brake, the car creeping forward. “There you go,” Logan says, his voice surprisingly encouraging. “Now, easy on the gas. We’re not in a race.”

The car jerks slightly as you press down on the pedal, and you let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry!”

“Relax,” Logan mutters, his hand resting lightly on the door. “You’re doin’ fine. Just keep your eyes on the road and stop apologizin’ every ten seconds.”

You take a deep breath, your grip on the wheel tightening as you start to navigate the quiet roads around your suburban neighborhood. Logan gives you pointers along the way - how to ease into turns, when to brake, and why you shouldn’t ride the gas like you’re in a hurry.

“See? Not so bad,” Logan says after a few minutes, glancing at you with a rare, proud smile.

You grin back, your confidence growing. “You’re not as mean a teacher as I thought you’d be.”

“Don’t push it.” Logan warns, though there’s no real bite to his words.

As the car comes to a stop at a quiet intersection, you turn to him with a playful pout. “Can I drive us to town next time?”

Logan shakes his head, chuckling. “Let’s see if you can park this thing first. Baby steps.”

When you arrive back in the garage, the car is quiet except for your excited giggles as you turn off the engine. You beam with pride, your face glowing as you look over at Logan, who's still sitting in the passenger seat, his arms crossed and a faint smirk on his lips. "Well?" You ask eagerly, biting your lip as you tilt your head. "How'd I do? Don't l deserve a reward for being such an excellent student?"

Logan huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "Doll, you've had one lesson. You're gettin' ahead of yourself." But the way you bite your lip and look at him expectantly sends a spark of heat straight to his core. He leans back slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing as a sly smirk tugs at his lips. "You ever had car sex?"

Your eyes widen, your breath hitching as you quickly shake your head. "No, Daddy.” You whisper, your cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Logan nods you over, his voice dropping to a gravelly command. "C'mere, then. Show me how much you wanna impress me." You waste no time, climbing over the center console to straddle his lap, your knees resting on either side of his hips. Logan captures your lips in a deep, searing kiss, his large hands sliding up your thighs, kneading the soft flesh beneath your skirt. Your hips begin to move instinctively, grinding yourself against the bulge in his pants as soft whimpers escape your lips. "That's my girl," Logan murmurs against your mouth, his voice rough and full of affection. "Look at you, takin' charge like that. You want your praise, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy," You whisper, your voice trembling with need. "Tell me I did good."

Logan smirks, his lips brushing against yours as he growls, "You did good, doll. So damn proud of you."

His words spur you on, your movements growing more eager as your hands clutch his shoulders. Logan's hands slide under your skirt, gripping your hips to guide your grinding as he feels himself getting harder by the second. You breath hitches when you feel him tug at his belt, the sound of the buckle undone sending a thrill through you. You rise to your knees, your hands cupping his face as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, your soft lips teasing him as you wait for him to position himself. Logan lines himself up, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulls you down onto him roughly. You let out a surprised squeak, your head tilting back as the stretch leaves you breathless. "Damn, baby," Logan growls, his voice rough and low as he grips her hips firmly. "You feel so good. You know how proud I am of my big girl? Looked so good behind that wheel. Bet you'd look even better ridin' me while you drive."

Your eyes light up, your arousal heightened by his praise and the filthy promise of future lessons. "Really, Daddy?" You whisper, your voice trembling as you begin to bounce on his lap.

Logan groans, his hands guiding your movements as he watches you with dark, hooded eyes. "Oh yeah," He mutters, his lips finding your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin. "You're a quick learner, baby, but right now, all you gotta focus on is makin' Daddy feel good." You gasp, your release hitting you like a tidal wave as your body trembles uncontrollably. You cling to Logan, your head buried in his shoulder as your cries fill the small space of the car. Logan isn't done. He keeps moving, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you, chasing his own release. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your mingled breaths fill the air, the intensity building until Logan growls low in his throat, his release overtaking him as he buries himself deep inside you.

You sit there for a moment, breathes heavy and bodies still trembling. Logan leans back slightly, his hands brushing your hair out of your face as he smirks up at you. "You're my favorite girl, doll," He mutters, his voice filled with affection. "But don't think you're done with those lessons."

You giggle softly, your lips brushing his as you whisper, "I wouldn't dream of it, Daddy."

Of course there were bad days as well. Your bratty streak usually starts small - little quips here and there, playful eye-rolls, or a muttered “whatever you say, Daddy” in a sarcastic tone. Logan often humors you for a bit, letting you push his buttons just to see how far you’ll go, knowing full well you’re testing his limits. When you outright break the unspoken rules he has set for the two of you - like failing to communicate your feelings or deliberately making choices that undermine Logan’s role as your protector - that’s when his patience runs thin.

It’s one of those days when you are in a mood. You’re brushing past Logan in the kitchen, ignoring the way he’s watching you with that sharp, assessing gaze. When he asks you something simple, like what you want to do for dinner, you shrug and mutter, “I don’t care, you always decide anyway.”

Logan’s brow arches, but he lets it slide. “Alright now, doll,” He says gruffly, his tone light but laced with warning. “Don’t start with me.”

But you don’t stop. Throughout the day, your comments grow bolder, your tone more dismissive, and Logan begins to notice you’re making little decisions on your own - like leaving the house without telling him where you’re going or brushing off his concerns when you skip class or a meal.

When you return from a walk you took alone, something Logan has specifically asked you not to do, he’s waiting for you in your room. His arms are crossed over his broad chest, and his sharp eyes track your every movement as you walk in. You barely glances at him, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag onto the chair.

“Where were you?” Logan asks, his voice calm but firm.

“Out.” You reply casually, not even looking at him as you rummage through your bag.

Logan’s jaw tightens, and he steps closer. “Try again, doll,” He says, his tone dropping. “Where were you?”

You sigh dramatically, finally turning to face him. “I just went for a walk, Logan. I don’t need to report every little thing I do.”

Logan’s eyes narrow, and he takes another step forward, towering over you. “You know damn well why you’re supposed to let me know where you are,” He growls. “I’m not askin’ because I wanna control you. I’m askin’ because it’s my job to keep you safe.”

You fold your arms, your chin lifting defiantly. “I can take care of myself.”

Logan lets out a low growl, his hands clenching at his sides as he fights to keep his temper in check. “That’s enough,” He says sharply. “You’re actin’ like a damn brat and it stops now.” When you don’t back down, Logan decides it’s time to remind you who’s in charge. He grabs your wrist firmly, pulling you closer until you’re pressed against his chest, your defiance meeting his unyielding gaze. “You wanna act like a brat?” Logan growls softly, his voice low and dangerous. “Fine, but you’re gonna deal with the consequences.”

Your bravado falters slightly as Logan sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you over his lap with ease and lifting your skirt. You protest softly as he pushes your panties down to your knees, your voice trembling with a mix of guilt and nervousness. “Logan, wait - ”

“No,” He interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind. “You broke the rules. You know better than this.” His hand comes down on your ass, not hard enough to hurt just yet but enough to make you squirm. “What’s my job, Y/N?” He asks, his voice steady as he delivers another firm, harsher smack, watching the way your plush skin ripples from the weight of his hand.

“To - to protect me.” You murmur, your voice small as you grip tightly onto his leg, wincing with every smack as your eyes begin to fill with hot tears.

“That’s right,” Logan says, his hand smoothing slowly over your stinging cheeks between swats. “And what’s your job?”

“To listen to you…and trust you.” You admit, your defiance giving way to remorse. You’re not sure why you get into these moods when you know the outcome. Maybe your period is about to start, or maybe you like the way he displays his concern and love for you in these manners. Acting out to get attention is something you’ve been known to do since you were little.

After a few minutes of scolding and spanking, Logan looks over your ass with a twinge of guilt, delivering one final smack before pulling you upright and sitting you on his lap. He cups your face carefully, his thumbs brushing over your tear stained cheeks as he looks you in the eye. “I’m not doin’ this to punish you, doll,” He murmurs. “I’m doin’ it because I care about you. Because I love you.”

You sniffle softly, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” You whisper, your voice full of sincerity. “I won’t do it again.”

Logan presses a kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “You’d better not,” He mutters, his voice softening. “But we’re good now, alright? Just don’t make me worry like that again.” You nod, snuggling into his chest as Logan holds you close, his frustration melting away now that you’re back to being his sweet little girl, right where you belong - safe in his arms.

I went a little silly with this one🫣

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kookiemonsta97 · 6 days ago

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Hiiiii can you do headcannons for what you think Logan or Wade would be like as Doms??? Thx if you do!

Of course!! I'll do both for ya!

Wade would be soft, he is a man of many talents, and being directly mean to you in any capacity is not one of them. He'd feel much more comfortable in the giving you whatever you want role rather than a brat tamer or something more rought. He can be, on occasion, he can leave you barely breathing covered in bites and bruises if you ask him to.

"Slap me." You whispered, pulling away from the harsh kiss Wade had you in.

"Yea? Hard?" Wade spoke, his voice deep as he tried to hide his quickening breath. With your responding nod, a smile started to show through on his face. "Anything for you."

Logan is a dick. Man is the roughest version of himself that you will allow him to be. He would be the stereotypical brat tamer, even with the spanking over his lap type of things. Its an outlet for him, he's older and he knows how to control his strength to the right amount for you to cry from pleasure and not pain.

'"I told you not to fucking do that." Logan groaned, brow furrowed in annoyance at your previous act.

"What are you gonna do about it?" You scoffed back, waiting for the break you knew was coming.

Within a moment, Logans hand was gripping your chin, finger tips digging into your skin and forcing your eyes on him.

"I'm going to make you regret it."

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Bond Girl II |l. howlett| nsfw

A/N: part one by @themareverine, patch!logan x f!reader, mean!logan, spoiled!reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, bath tub sex, riding, spanking

Patch - Logan, to the select few allowed to utter his real name - had taken to her almost from the start, and she stuck by him without qualm, aware of the benefits that came with being on his side of the table. She was never more than a few steps away, draped elegantly over his arm or perched on his lap, a silken splash of bright color in the smoky casino. Sometimes she'd wander off to the bar for a glitzy, fruit-laden cocktail, but even then, Logan's eyes seldom left her for more than a heartbeat. It was clear he'd marked her as his.

That possession cut both ways. He was a jealous man, easy to rouse if anyone dared linger too long on "his woman." Yet, paradoxically, he reveled in using her as a distraction - a glittering lure cast among the sharks who gathered at his table, drawn by the rumors of this mysterious gambler's impossible luck.

So when a difficult hand reared its head - maybe too many eyes on his chip stack or the stakes climbing higher than usual - he'd crook a finger in her direction, that silent command drawing her to his side. Like clockwork, she'd slide into his lap, pressing her body flush against him. Her soft hand would rest on his chest, fingertips brushing at the open collar of his crisp shirt while her plush lips grazed the shell of his ear. She murmured nothings that he couldn't quite hear, but didn't need to. Her real audience was the men across the table, who tried and failed to keep their attention on the cards instead of the slow, sensual kisses she left at the corner of Patch’s mouth. He rarely bothered hiding his smirk as she teased them; it was all part of his edge. And if anyone complained, one flash of his fierce stare made them think twice. He owned every inch of the space they occupied.

Once she had done her part - knocked a few opponents off their game - Patch would seal the performance with a rough, claiming kiss. One of his strong hands wrapped around her jaw, practically devouring her mouth in plain sight. Even when he shoved her away, it wasn't gentle; his grip tightened, jaw flexing, before he gave her the subtlest shove off his lap. To an outsider, it looked like callous disregard, but she only tossed a knowing smile over her shoulder, blowing him a playful kiss as she sauntered off. Because this was their game. His silent demand, her coquettish compliance, the show of dominance in front of watchful eyes. The unspoken promise that once he'd secured his winnings, she'd belong exclusively to him for the rest of the night.

And up in their private suite, the dynamic changed. Where Patch was loud and possessive in public, alone he became intensely focused, reverent even. He would shed his crisp jacket, the casino's noise still thrumming in his ears, and devote his full attention to her. Gone was the punishing grip on her jaw; instead, his fingers cradled her face with a gentle care as he lowered his mouth to hers. Patch savored her like a prize he'd fought all night to claim - and she gave back just as fiercely, tangling her hands in his hair, returning every whisper and caress with her own brand of worship.

Here, there were no onlookers to impress, no opponents to unsettle. There was only Patch, all rough edges and muscled tension, pouring every ounce of adoration into her, the woman who knew exactly how to tame the beast behind the patch.

Downstairs, men talked in hushed voices about this so-called "Patch" who never lost, and the curly-haired beauty always hanging onto his arm. They speculated on how she affected his winning streak, how she'd managed to keep his attention. Some assumed it was just another casino game - an act put on for the sake of advantage. In the privacy of their room, stripped of onlookers and wagers, the truth was plain: she was his good luck charm, and in return, he gave her every part of himself that the rest of the world believed he'd wagered away long ago.

Tonight, not unlike any other night, she had left the cards table after successfully distracting the men playing with Patch and she had retreated to their suite. After running a scented bath for herself, she removed her sleek, yellow gown and pinned her hair up elegantly before submerging herself in the hot water and letting the relaxing aromas soothe her. There wasn’t an actual stress in her life, Patch made sure of that, but it was a part of her nightly ritual.

Not very long into her bath, Patch appeared in their room and he leaned against the doorframe of the lavish bathroom, eyeing her with a possessive, triumphant air. The smirk on his face practically announced his success before he ever said a word. His tie was already loosened, the crisp collar of his shirt slightly askew, and his white coat hung from his arm. She stretched languidly in the tub, letting the warm, scented water rise around her shoulders. A trail of steam curled in the air, perfumed with exotic floral and spice notes. She smiled when she saw him - knowing precisely what he was thinking just from the glint in his eye.

"Did you get what you needed?" She asked, voice low and inviting. Her wet hand glided over her leg, lifting it subtly above the bubbles so he could see the water drip from her calf back into the tub.

Patch nodded. "Every last bit." His voice was rough with satisfaction, and as he spoke, he casually shed his coat, draping it over a nearby chair. He set his watch on the counter, it’s worth forgotten for now. When he finally stepped over and settled on the edge of the tub, she couldn't help but bite her lip. His gaze was unwavering, fixed on her through the slight veil of rising steam. Gently, but with intention, he traced a path along her submerged calf until his hand vanished under the cover of bubbles. “You were perfect tonight," He said, his tone filled with calm certainty. "You had them all eating out of your hand."

She arched her back a little, water lapping at her skin. "Happy to help.” She breathed, though her easy tone shivered with anticipation.

His fingertips slid higher along her leg, and she gripped the edges of the porcelain tub. He moved leisurely, enjoying the way her breath grew ragged every time he stroked his fingers against her sex. His praise flowed in low, gravelly tones - about how she'd dazzled the table, how she'd scattered their focus while he slipped crucial bits of information from the unsuspecting men. Soon, his words melted away, overtaken by the soft, insistent pressure of his fingers on her clit. She braced her arms against the tub, knuckles whitening from her firm grip on the porcelain. A soft moan of his name escaped her lips as the tension coiled in her belly, building with each pump and curl of his fingers into her core. His expression was hypnotic - sharp, focused, almost predatory. He watched her chest rise and fall, the necklace he had draped over her neck this morning glinting at him, water droplets clinging to her skin, until the tightness in her stomach finally snapped. She trembled, letting the sensation overtake her. Her grip on the tub wavered as a rush of pleasure swept her under for a moment, leaving her gasping in its wake. Patch eased his hand away, fingers lingering and affectionately stroking her clit through her climax to remind her he was there, anchoring her in the haze of warmth and steam.

For a moment, neither of them spoke - her breath coming in shallow bursts and Patch's ragged exhale telling its own story of tension and desire. Then he offered a small, near-smile, leaning in so his voice could curl intimately around her ear. “My lucky little thing.”

Breathless, she watched him stand up and reach for a hand towel. “Won’t you join me, Lo?” She asked with a mischievous lilt in her voice. Patch dried his hand with a slow, deliberate motion, an amused gleam in his eye as he contemplated her invitation. She leaned back against the far side of the tub, water lapping gently around her, a daring smile curving her red lips. He made a show of looking around the bath with a mock-serious expression.

"Where exactly you plannin' for me to sit, sugar?"

She arched a brow, all confidence despite the soapy water and steam. "Right here," She purred, indicating her own spot. "Underneath me." He chuckled under his breath - she was bold, all right, but he was in an indulgent mood. Without haste, he peeled away the rest of his clothes, each layer folded carefully, his muscles subtly flexing with every move. Her eyes followed him until he stood bare and unapologetic in the warm light of the bathroom.

Her gaze devoured him openly and he didn't miss the way her breath quickened as he stepped into the tub. Lowering himself into the water, he leaned back, arms stretching out to rest casually along the edge of the tub. The heated water and the faint aroma of bath oils enveloped him. His posture was relaxed, confident, and entirely unbothered by the greedy look she was giving him. "Go on, then," He murmured, nodding at her. "Show me where I'm supposed to fit in this little arrangement of yours."

She didn't need to be told twice.

Rising from her spot, she straddled his lap, knees pressed against either side of his hips, and he watched with unabashed hunger as she settled over him. Her skin glistened, droplets clinging to every curve. She sank down slowly, eliciting a low groan from Patch, who let his head tip back against the cool porcelain. The water shifted around them, warm and fragrant, as she shuddered from the stretch of his cock. Patch's smirk widened as he drank in the sight of her, every curve gleaming and glistening in the dim light. “Good girl.” He muttered as she tightened around him, a soft grunt escaping his lips as their bodies connected. His hands didn't move from the edge of the tub, even as she began to grind on his lap, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate motions.

The water rippled around them, the steady sloshing of waves a quiet soundtrack in the enclosed room. His praises were low, gruff murmurs - little words of encouragement that betrayed how much he enjoyed letting her take control in this fleeting moment. As she fell into a steady rhythm, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, he caught he gleam of the necklace he'd claimed as a prize in a high-stakes match and gifted to her that very morning.

A slow grin tugged at his mouth. "Looks good on you," He said, voice husky. His palm glided across her wet skin, up over her sternum. “Just as I had pictured it.” Then he looped his fingers around the back of her neck, the gesture both possessive and oddly gentle. "Now, show me how grateful you are." She answered by deepening her movements, her breath coming in soft, ragged puffs that fogged the warm air. His eye followed the rise and fall of her chest, the peaks of her shoulders, the tension coiling through her body. It was a sight he savored - like watching a bet pay off in real time. Patch tightened his hold on her nape just enough to make her gasp, then relaxed his grip, letting his thumb trace a slow circle against her pulse. She trembled under his touch, the sensation of her high cresting inside her.

The steam curled around them as her breath caught, and he felt her body tense, that final moment before surrender. She came with a sharp intake of air, clinging to his broad shoulders. Through the rush of water and the pounding of her pulse, she vaguely registered his low, rumbling chuckle - warm and condescending all at once. He stroked her spine, murmuring soothing words as if she were some delicate, pampered thing he'd just deigned to reward.

And maybe that's exactly how he saw her in this second - a prized possession, a cherished asset, but the softness in his touch spoke volumes, reminding her that while he might be coarse around the edges, there was something undeniably protective about him. She didn't move for a long moment, resting her forehead against his. The bathwater settled into a lazy swirl around them, and his hand continued its slow, calming circle on her back. Eventually, he let his fingers drift to the necklace again, thumbing the small pendant. "Now you gonna let me rinse off in peace, or you plannin' on keepin' me busy 'til morning?" He whispered, a hint of real affection beneath the teasing.

She let out a soft laugh, her heart still racing. "Thought I might return the favor.” She said, voice playful even as her limbs felt heavy with satisfaction.

Patch smirked, drawing her closer until the tips of their noses nearly touched. "Then by all means, sugar," He replied, gaze drifting to her lips, "Show me what else you got."

The air between them hung heavy with tension as she, ever poised, slowly and elegantly lifted herself off Patch. The connection they’d shared broke all too suddenly, and though she didn’t turn to look at him, the slight smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her awareness of how much the loss affected him. Patch remained in the tub, leaning back against its edge with his arms stretched out, his sharp gaze tracking her every movement. The subtle rise and fall of his chest hinted at the restraint he was exercising to let her have her moment of control. He watched her step out of the water, the delicate droplets trailing down her skin as she reached for a towel. She dried herself off in slow, languid motions, entirely unhurried, and then wrapped the towel loosely around her frame.

With that same teasing air, she sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving him behind. Amusement flickered across Patch’s face as he pushed himself up from the tub, shaking his head at how easily she set the tone when they were alone. In the casino, she was his plaything, his distraction for the crowd. Up here? She played him like a well-tuned violin, and he liked it - because he allowed it. He followed her into the suite, water still clinging to his skin, the powerful lines of his frame moving with a deliberate ease. She was already in the middle of the room, letting the towel slide off her body and pool onto the floor.

The sight stopped him in his tracks. Her skin glowed in the warm, golden light of the suite, the necklace he’d won for her resting perfectly against her collarbone, the only adornment she wore. It was a vision of temptation, and Patch, ever the gambler, had no intention of resisting. He stepped up behind her, his calloused hands finding her bare hips as he leaned down to press his lips to her shoulder. He kissed his way along the curve of her neck, his stubble brushing her skin, and murmured low praises against her ear.

“Look at you,” He whispered, his voice a rough, gravelly drawl. “My lucky charm. My good girl. Wearin’ what I won you like you know it’s the only thing that matters on you.”

Her lips curved into a smile as he marked the spot below her ear. The difference between Patch in private and Patch in public had always thrilled her: in the casino, he reigned supreme - possessive, unstoppable, unyielding. Here, he never stopped her from setting the pace, at least not when he was in the right mood. Though his words carried a rare softness, there was still that edge of condescension that he knew got under her skin in just the right way. It wasn’t that he didn’t respect her - he did, in his own way - but diminishing her to nothing more than a beautiful prize in moments like this? He knew how much she liked it. She shivered under his touch, her lips parting in a quiet gasp as his hands moved from her hips to her waist. Guiding her toward the bed, Patch settled himself down on his back, stretching out in a way that seemed both relaxed and commanding.

“C’mere,” He said simply, patting his lap. She obeyed with that slow, teasing grace she had mastered, straddling him and letting him pull her down onto his length. “That’s it.” Her head tipped back as they connected, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips. His large hands smoothed over her waist, guiding her to move, but she quickly took control, bouncing lightly on him as her hands pressed to his chest for balance.

Patch’s gaze raked over her, lingering on the way the necklace glinted against her skin. She knew how she looked - knew the effect she had on him - and she wasn’t shy about flaunting it. “You’ve got a favorite prize, don’t you?” She teased breathlessly, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Taunt me all you want, Logan. I know you’re soft for me.”

The smirk he’d been wearing shifted into a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips. “Soft?” He repeated, his tone daring. Before she could respond, his hand cracked against her ass, the sharp sting making her gasp. She glanced down at him, her smile not faltering in the slightest. If anything, it grew wider, and she rolled her hips in a slow circle, clearly reveling in his reaction.

“Did I hit a nerve?” She teased again, her voice lilting with mock innocence.

Another slap, harder this time, echoed through the room, and she gasped, biting her lip as the sting spread across her skin. She didn’t stop, though. She couldn’t stop. Her teasing continued, punctuated by soft, breathy laughter that only encouraged him to spank her again. She loved the way he played this game: how he kept her on the edge of being a “good girl” and a “brat,” and how each teasing comment seemed to deepen his need to claim her. Their breaths mingled in the hush of the suite, the only other sound the subtle creak of the mattress as she rode him. He grunted, his hand sliding up to hold her firmly by the hip. The small shift in angle made her eyes flutter, and soon their playful banter fell into a crescendo of need. By the time Patch found his release, his body tensing beneath her, his grunts low and guttural, she was trembling, her own peak just out of reach. Patch wasn’t done. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he thrust up into her with an unrelenting rhythm.

“C’mon, sugar,” He murmured, his voice condescendingly sweet as he watched her unravel. “Finish what you started. Show me how much you love bein’ mine.” And when her release finally tore through her, she clutched onto him, her nails digging into his chest as her body shook with pleasure. Patch, ever smug, stroked her back soothingly, murmuring low praises that bordered on taunts. “That’s my girl,” He whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “Knew you’d come around. Always do.”

Her body still trembling, she slumped forward against his chest, her breaths coming in soft, ragged gasps. Patch ran his hands lazily over her back, letting her rest there, the smile on his lips one of complete satisfaction. He didn’t say anything more - he didn’t have to. The necklace gleaming between them was reminder enough of his devotion and possession, and she, content and exhausted, felt more than happy to belong to him for another night.

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Mare really laid the groundwork for this second part and I can only hope to have done her variant of Patch proper justice🙏

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