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meltwonu · 4 years

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Prompts #19 #8 #2 together with dom!seungcheol i still miss him 🥺

2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

8. “Like what you see?”

19. “Take off your clothes.”

note; camgirl!reader, squirting, dirty talk u know it!! ahaaaaa altho this is for cheol, theres a bit of all the members in this i mean its a camshow kdjfhksjh also it took me 30 min to come up with usernames for everyone 😔also the format of this is long and i got too into this so the rest is under the cut! Thank you for requesting!! Enjoy!! 💕

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“Hmm, dom.cheol just wrote ‘Take off your clothes’, we’ll get to that soon! Just a few more donations and we can start the show!” The lace babydoll doesn’t do much to hide your figure from the camera but Seungcheol is impatient, his eyes flitting across his computer screen as he watches you.

kitty_junjun: aww, baby let us see you already!!

therealchan99: can I get a private show? :‘)

angelhan: if anyone’s getting a free show, wouldn’t it be dom.cheol?

Seungcheol smirks from behind his screen, licking his lips as he reads the comments on your stream. Your camgirl username was ‘cherry_clouds’ although that had nothing to do with your real name. You were his favorite camgirl and Seungcheol was a constant viewer; always active in the chat and always generous with his donations. He donated money, toys, and clothes whenever he could and you were extremely appreciative for him.

“dom.cheol getting a free show? Maybe… hehe, oh! We just hit the minimum for the show, guess we can start now!” You flash the cam a sweet smile, fingers playing with the lace of the sheer babydoll. “Like what you see? This cute little number was donated to me by dom.cheol! Thank you so much!”

dom.cheol: you’re welcome sweetheart, now why don’t you give us what we’re waiting for?

“Hmm, okay~ I think you’ve all waited long enough… and if I’m being honest… there was another gift in the package dom.cheol sent…” You push your keyboard away from you on the bed as you lean back, spreading your legs so that the camera can get a clear shot of your wet panties. “These vibrating panties were on this whole time since I started, I’m so wet and so sensitive, I could cum already~” Your voice is airy, sweet sighs escaping you as you reach for the remote tucked under a nearby pillow.

universe_WZ: fuck, look at that. You’re already soaking

alphagyu97: please tell me you’re selling those panties afterwards??

dom.cheol: turn up the vibration level baby, I know you can take it.

You obey, setting it to the highest level before you cry out, grinding down into the bed sheets underneath you.

dom.cheol: cum for me.

Seungcheol watches you come apart, legs snapping shut as you cum from the intense vibrations. The sound of coins clinking sounds off in the background as you catch your breath, sliding the soaked fabric down your legs. You take your time with removing your lace babydoll, giving your viewers a show as you toss it off to the side. Seungcheol palms himself through his sweats as he leans back in his computer chair, eyes fixated on your body.

“I have two~ more toys to play with… ‘m really sorry guys, I have a short show tonight! I have some business to take care of afterwards, hope that’s okay?” You pout at your camera, fingers twirling around a lock of hair.

artist8hao: don’t worry about it, doll! We’re happy to see you any chance we get!

tangerine_kwan: agreed! Don’t apologize!!!

chwenon: wait i’m with alphagyu97 are you selling those panties???

hoshi_tiger_xx: actually yea, thirded? Are u sellin those?

Seungcheol can’t help but eye roll at the comments. Sometimes he wishes it was really just you and him, but he also knew there were boundaries. You never offered private shows and you never sold any of your used panties, as much as your viewers seemed to want them. But he watches you pull out your favorite dildo and your hitachi, both also gifts from him, as you set them down in front of you.

“In my last show, I think it was sleepy_wonu who asked if I could, um, try squirting if I had the chance so I figured I would try since it’s a short show today! I wanna treat you all~”

sleepy_wonu: holy shit she just menbtioned me skjkh move over dom.cheol!!!

xcaliburDK: yikes don’t get too cocky there buckaroo

gentleman_josh95: wait did u say squirt

“Yes! I wanna try it tonight… Think I can? My body is already sensitive from cumming once~”

Seungcheol slides a hand past the band of his sweats and underwear, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock. He shimmies the fabric down, freeing his cock from its confines as he pumps himself. Reaching over, he uses his free hand to type a quick reply.

dom.cheol: lets see that pretty little pussy get wet, baby.

Giggling, you grab a bottle of lube off camera, plopping back down onto your bed. “Ok~ let’s get started~!”

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $50

dom.cheol has donated $450

“Thank you~ Hmm, ah, I’m still so wet… do you think I can take two fingers already?”

alphagyu97: yes god yes yes

kitty_junjun: bet you could take 3 with how wet u r ;)

Pouring a little bit of lube on your fingertips, you start with one finger, pumping the digit until you realize it’s not enough, quickly adding another finger into your tight hole. “A-ah, mmh, feels so good, I want more~” You whine, grinding into your own palm as you reach for the dildo. You continue to finger yourself, adding a third digit as you pop the lid on the lube, squirting some onto the dildo as you warm it up with your free hand.

“I really can’t wait anymore, I wanna be fucked so badly~”

Seungcheol pumps his cock, precum leaking from the tip as he watches you remove your fingers and instead position yourself over the dildo. You sink down onto it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the dildo bottoms out inside of you. You start to bounce on it, fucking yourself onto it as Seungcheol tries to stave off from cumming too soon.

“A-ah, d’you wanna k-know, hah, a secret?”

therealchan99: oh god yes

xcaliburDK: yessssssss

“Mmh, sometimes wh–when I’m fuckin’ myself on this dildo, I imagine it’s dom.cheol’s cock filling me up. It’s so big, but I bet he’s so much bigger~ He could probably make me cum just from sitting on his cock~ Ah, and then he’d probably fill me up with his cum and I’d be so full of it~ I’d make him watch all the cum spill down my legs and then let him scoop it up and fuck it back into me~ Mmh, I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me this badly~”

sleepy_wonu: b r u h

hoshi_tiger_xx: yoooooooo

chwenon: imma pretend u said my name instead

If Seungcheol wasn’t already heated before, he could feel his blood turn into lava as he fucks up into his hand; your words spurring him on. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm as you continue to fuck yourself on the dildo, a free hand reaching for the hitachi next to you.

dom.cheol has donated $600

dom.cheol: fuck, sweetheart, let’s see it, fuckin wet this cock for me like a good girl

You turn on your hitachi, settling it to the highest setting before placing it against your clit. You let out a small scream, opting to grind down onto the dildo instead as you cum hard. The sound of rapid fire donations hits your ears but you don’t let up, keeping the hitachi against your clit as you maneuver yourself onto your back, giving the camera a clear shot of your filled pussy. Your legs threaten to clamp shut but you fight the urge, using a hand to pump the dildo in and out as your other hand presses the hitachi harder into your clit.

“I’m gon–gonna cum again fuck, fuck..!!”

Seungcheol jerks his cock faster, wanting to cum at the same time as you. He moves his hands in time with you fucking the dildo into yourself as he cums, biting his lip hard to hold in his noises. On screen, you cum right after he does, back arching off the bed as the dildo is forced out of you, clear liquid spraying and wetting the bed sheets underneath you. Your grip on the hitachi loosens but you keep it to your clit until the overstimulation starts to bite, small whines and cries leaving you as you turn it off and catch your breath.

tangerine_kwan: i think i have died

artist8hao: i…please tell me we can pay for this content to be reuploaded

gentleman_josh95: seconded, please god that was so hot

You lay there for a moment, letting the sound of donations keep going for a minute or two before you attempt to sit up. Seungcheol, alone in his room, sits with his hand still firmly around his cock, streaks of cum already drying on his shirt.

“Mmm, I’m so sleepy you guys~ That really wiped me out… How did I do? I’m soaked now~”

universe_WZ: i would d word for u

artist8hao: i literally came when you did and I’m already ready for a second round

chwenon: me too, fuck

dom.cheol: I think you killed me, sweetheart.

You let out a tired giggle, slumping forward into the camera. “Aww, ‘m sorry~ I Just wanted to show my appreciation~ And again I’m sorry that I had to have such a short show! I wanted to make it worth it, y’kno?” You read a few more comments, thanking your viewers for supporting your show as always.

“Okay~ I think I gotta go now everyone! I gotta go clean up! Thank you again for watching! Love ya!”

Seungcheol watches as you blow a kiss to the camera, waving once more before the stream cuts off. He sighs out of tiredness, sending one last donation of $500 before he exits your page for the night. Checking his account, he notices a tiny ‘1’ over the messages logo, brow quirking in curiosity. He clicks on it, heart racing when he sees the singular ‘cherry_clouds would like to send you a message!’ in his inbox.

Seungcheol feels the air leave his lungs as he reads your message, quickly pulling up a reply window as his eyes flit over the message for the 3rd time.

“Hi dom.cheol!

I just wanted to thank you for your constant support for me~ I’d be nowhere without you~! I’ve been thinking it over and I know I don’t really do private shows or anything… but I would really be interested in doing one for you, free of charge for my biggest supporter! If you’re interested, I’d love to hear back from you! I’m free right now actually, maybe we can even cam and get to know each other better? ;) Hope to hear from you soon! xx cherry_clouds”

#seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #scoups imagines #scoups scenarios #scoups #seungcheol #cherrybomb!cheol

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skarsgard-daydreams · 4 years

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My Doorbell

Description: You love to push Axel's buttons just as much as he pushes yours.

Warnings: jealousy, rough sex, spanking, oral (male receiving), smut, 18+

Note: This story features a reader with tattoos. So, this was supposed to be a simple drabble about Axel getting a Hitachi Magic Wand, but these characters have minds of their own. This is part one of a two part story. Axel’s girl in this one is not the same as the soft girl in my previous story. We’ll call this one his grunge girl. I want to point out that these characters have had explicit conversations about consent and know and respect each other’s limits and safe words. Consent is sexy, y’all. The title is a reference to the song by The White Stripes.

Edit: As of May 2nd, 2021, I do not currently have plans to write the second part of this story unless inspiration suddenly strikes.

Axel had been waiting for a package for weeks. Your birthday had come and gone and it never arrived, sending him into a constant state of low-grade impatience that manifested itself in little eruptions from time to time. One minute his fingers were idly brushing the koi fish tattoo inked onto the surface of your thigh and the next he was hurling his phone across the room after checking the shipment's tracking information for the seventeenth time in a row.

"What the fuck, Axel?" you finally asked.

"It won't be delivered until Friday," he grumbled as he raked a hand through his hair, trying to calm his agitation.

"Are you ever gonna tell me what 'it' is?"

You picked at the chipping nail polish on your fingertips as you spoke, trying to seem casual about the question. You were curious, but if you let him see you get curious, it would inflate his ego. It was always more fun to be playfully aloof and force Axel into coming up with novel ways to try and impress you. His well of imagination never seemed to run dry.

"Only if you ask me real nicely," he said with a smirk, sliding his hand further up your naked thigh to grab at the waistband of your boy shorts, pulling them back and letting the elastic snap sharply against your hip.

It was your turn to smirk. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You turned around and straddled his lap, staring at him with your best bedroom eyes and stroking his package over his jeans as you kissed the corner of his mouth. "Good night," you said in an airy voice, rising to your feet and leaving him there hard as a rock. He looked at you as though he didn't know whether to worship you or pull you back by the hair and tell you that you weren't going to bed without finishing what you started. Really, you were down for either option.

Axel grabbed your thigh before you could move away, a low growl escaping his lips. His hand dug into your flesh, holding you still as he yanked your shorts down and leaned in close, teasing your pussy with his tongue and sucking on your clit for a long, delicious moment with the expertise of a lover who knows your body even better than you do. You gasped and thought your knees might give out if he hadn't been holding your leg so firmly.

"Axel," you breathed.

He pulled away abruptly, leaving you standing there with your shorts around your knees and your head spinning. He gave your ass a quick smack.

"Get some sleep," he said. "You’re going to need it."

You found it impossible to sleep that night, laying against Axel's back with his arm wrapped around your hips, his hand pressed flat against your boy shorts just above the wet spot that was gathering in the fabric from your unabated arousal. You had heard him jerk off in the shower while you got dressed for bed and thought you'd get yourself off with a little help from your favorite vibrator, but you found the drawer empty when you went searching for it. Your silver bullet and the big pink monstrosity with the rabbit ears were both gone. When you confronted Axel, he had just grinned and slipped his fingers between your legs, clearly enjoying how wet you still were.

"You'll get them back," he said, his teasing strokes reminding you that he could turn you into putty with just one of his wicked fingers. "Tomorrow."

Normally you slept easier in his arms, knowing Axel was there to hold you and investigate any bumps in the night. Now you were just horny and agitated and his arm around your waist was like a harness keeping you from slipping out of bed to search for the place he'd hidden your stash of toys. You knew you could have set him straight earlier. It wouldn't have taken any effort—just a sharp lift of your brow as you told him to quit fucking with you. But you were curious to see what kind of filthy ride he'd take you on. That was your favorite thing about being with Axel. He never failed to surprise you.

Eventually you fell into some semblance of sleep. Neither of you had work in the morning, so Axel left you in bed to sleep in as late as you wanted. You were in a dead slumber when you heard him start shouting after the mail was delivered.

"You're fucking kidding me!" Axel bellowed from the kitchen. You furrowed your brows tightly and rolled over with a groan. What was he going on about now? You managed to haul yourself out of bed and padded down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Axel, what the fuck?" you asked.

He was standing by the kitchen table in his boxer shorts, holding a strange white appliance in his hands. It looked like an immersion blender with a rounded tip instead of the blender attachment. Axel held up the plug at the end of the cord and shook it wildly.

"The listing said it was compatible with an American outlet," he ranted. "Look at this."

You examined the plug. Sure enough, it had two cylindrical prongs like a European appliance. You glanced back at the device as he flipped it upside down to see if it listed its voltage on the side. From the new angle, it reminded you of a microphone.

"What the hell is this?" you asked, rifling through the box for an instruction manual and finding nothing. "You planning a karaoke night, Axeman?"

"Oh, this thing will make you sing, kitten," Axel chuckled. He threw it down on the table and walked back into the bedroom to pull on his jeans. The tone of his voice as he threatened you made your body suddenly remember its unfinished business from last night, and you felt everything inside you tighten with anticipation. Axel was always ordering new toys to enhance your sex life from one questionable website or another. The surprise on your face whenever he introduced something new in the bedroom delighted him so much that you were content to let him do the shopping. You picked up the device and turned it over in your hands, studying its shape. It didn't look like something that would go inside you, that was for sure. You suspected it was a vibrator, but you weren't sure why anyone would make a vibrator shaped like a miniature baseball bat. It seemed like overkill.

Axel came back into the kitchen, pulling on a leather jacket over an old band tee. He had showered earlier and he smelled like warm musk and agarwood. "I have to go pick up an adapter," he said, fishing his keys from his pocket. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you hard and deep, like he wanted to keep the taste of your lips in his mouth when he left. He squeezed your ass with both hands and you could feel his erection through his pants. You sucked on his lower lip as he pulled away, knowing it would make him think of you sucking his cock.

“Don’t take too long,” you said with a slight lilt in your voice. “I have a long line of ex-boyfriends who would do anything for one more chance with this pussy.”

You weren’t entirely sure how he’d react to that one, but you loved to toe that line, pushing him just as much as he pushed you. The words had barely left your mouth before you found yourself facedown on the kitchen table, the cardboard package flying to the floor as Axel pinned you and yanked your shorts down. He drew his hand back and slapped your ass as hard as he could. You dug your fingernails into the wood tabletop and yelped in surprise. It hurt, but the force rocked your core, making your toes curl with another pang of desire. Axel massaged the place where he’d struck you, still holding you down. Your heart was pounding and your vision was obscured by your own hair as you moaned, pressing your forehead against the table.

“Fuck me,” you cried as he smacked your ass again. Axel grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. You both loved it when he was rough, but in his voice you heard the pent-up frustration of the past few weeks rising to a boiling point.

“Why should I?” he growled in your ear. “Why don’t you call one of your ex-boyfriends and ask them to do it?”

You knew you had fucked up then. Axel wasn’t the kind of guy who got jealous easily. He knew you found far more camaraderie with your male friends than you did with your female friends, and whenever you would go off to the local dive bar to hang with a nearly all-male crew and call him for a ride at three in the morning, he always trusted you. You hadn’t pushed one of his buttons this time—you’d practically shoved a fork into an electrical socket that was already primed for a surge.

“I don’t want to,” you said breathlessly. “I want you. I want you, only you.”

Axel wrapped his hand around your hair, pulling you off the table and pushing you onto your knees in front of him. “Oh yeah?” he gritted out. “Prove it.”

He didn’t have to say it twice. You quickly released the clasp of his belt and unzipped his jeans, shoving his boxers down over his hips. Axel slapped your cheek lightly, his grip on your hair keeping your head still and his cock just out of reach. You looked up at him, your lips parted and your face flushed pink.

“Tell me what you want, kitten,” Axel said. He looked less angry now, and a devious grin was growing on his lips.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” you insisted, tugging against his grip on your hair and trying to move your head closer. You wanted him to know that even though you teased him, he was the only man you wanted, the only one who could make you feel this desperate.

Axel chuckled. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he said, but he wrapped his hand around his shaft and eased his cock into your mouth. He held your head tightly by the hair, making it clear that he would be setting the pace, not you. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and took him into your mouth, looking back up to make sure he saw how much you were enjoying yourself. You hummed around him, running your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Take it,” he grunted as he thrusted deeply, and you did. You relaxed your gag reflex, taking every inch and letting him fuck you just the way he liked. You reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust, as if to say harder. You almost couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter, because you knew you could tap out against his leg if it got too intense. He loved the little sounds you made as you tried not to gag, the feeling of your hands trailing over his hips and squeezing his balls. That pushed him to the edge, and soon he was groaning and finishing down your throat. You swallowed every drop and licked the tip of his cock clean like it was a lollipop, gazing at him in adoration.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Axel breathed, pushing your hair out of your face. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand.

“No,” you purred, savoring the taste of him on your lips. “Just me.”

@loomiz @scxrsgxrd @skrsgardspam @grandpa-sweaters

#axel #axel cluney #axel cluney fanfiction #axel cluney smut #axel x reader #axel's grunge girl

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synchronmurmurs · 5 years

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(hhh i'm too ashamed of this horny thought to send it not anon so here you go) Rubbing a Hitatchi Vibe Wand on Dante's balls, just teaassing him until he cums multiple times. Poor guy's just whining and bucking his hips, but he's held by cuffs and the promise of a reward for being a good boy when he recovers. Oh that rewards gonna be so sweet when he recovers, he might Trigger during it.

Ahh nonnie, there’s no need to ever be ashamed on this blog…!! There’s no idea that’s too sinful or too horny, we welcome everything!!! Mostly everything. You know, not vore or anything extreme… But now I’m straying a bit off track sldkfh. Thank you for this delicious lil’ nugget, omg because now I actually can’t resist writing something up, so gimme a minute while I just–

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Dante is normally not a man of subtlety by any means. Wild and brazen are his usual go-to’s when it comes to how he operates (Vergil once described him to be not unlike a peacock, always strutting about with something to prove), but lying back on your bed, arms and legs bound to each of the corners of your bed’s wooden frame, he’s learning very quickly the definition of the word restraint. They’re just normal silken ropes, plain in both colour and origin, and thus something he could snap free of in the blink of an eye, but it’s the memory of that unspoken promise in your eye that stills his hands, and makes his toes curl out of something he thinks is frustration. It’s hard to tell when the weight of your smaller body is on his waist, facing away from him to survey the masterpiece you’ve constructed between his legs.

It’s a delicate balance of ropes pulled taut and strategically placed knots, all suspended between his thighs. They wrap tightly around the length of your Hitachi wand, angling it perfectly so that the rounded head sits comfortably snug against his balls. The devious little toy’s been switched on the entire time you’ve been fiddling with your array, and the entire time, Dante’s been leaking a clear stream of precum from the cute little slit at the tip of his ruddy cock.

“Babe, is this really necessary?” His voice is breathless and airy, but more because his question to you is laughed out. Beneath you, where you idly grind yourself on his skin, you feel his muscle tense, can visibly see the cords in his thighs stretch as he tries to shift his weight on the bed to dislodge the wand from his cock. But to no avail. The constant thrum that tingles his perineum shoots all the way up to the very tip of his length, which you’ve now half bent down to wrap your lips around, gently suckling at the salty taste of him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum– babe, I’m gonna–” he sucks in a sharp breath when he feels you wrap your hand around his cock to gently coax out his first load for the evening. “Oh fuck that’s good– Yessss… swallow it all–”

Hearing his praises, hearing him at all is addicting in its own right - so different to watching his brow crease, or how he sometimes bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. No, Dante’s voice has a very special little place in your memory. After all, who’d have thought your relationship would have blossomed after you caught him jacking it and moaning your name all the while? It’s far from any picturesque confession at sunset down by the docks (or whatever it is people do these days), but it’s something you look back on rather fondly. Especially on long, lonely nights.

But tonight is not such.

No, tonight, Dante has agreed to let you do w h a t e v e r you want to him. When you pull your lips off the thick, blunt head of his cock, you hear Dante sigh before his hips fall back onto the bed, his thighs following suit. Casting him a rather coy look over your shoulder, you swipe at your lips with your thumb, gathering the last of his cum from the corner of your mouth.

“Was that good, baby?” You coo, eyes twinkling despite the lowlight.

Dante’s cool blues catch yours, and even though he’d just shot a rather impressive load right into your waiting mouth, he’s no worse for wear. He’s not even out of breath. “Fuck yes. It’s not over already, is it?”

“Not on your life,” you reply smoothly, turning back around to tinker with the wand. Dante hears a quiet click of a button, and the buzzing at his balls intensifies. He almost jolts right off the bed, but remembers your silent promise at the last second, settling instead for a full bodied twitch. The vibrations from the wand reach the very tips of his toes now, which he curls until he thinks his calves are going to cramp. You swing your thigh up and over his body, turning until you’re facing him. Dante watches you flatten yourself against him, back curved and ass high in the air. His eyes are on your lips as they approach, parting just before they reach his to let your tongue slip past. He mirrors your actions, your tongues entwining before your lips have even fully met, and in accompaniment to your natural sweet taste, Dante can taste the remnants of his own bitterness, and he finds himself moaning right into your open mouth. And then again when he feels your hand card through his hair… before grabbing a fistful of it to yank his head back. The playful glimmer in your eyes is gone now, replaced by something a but darker that makes his cock spring up a little higher.

“You’re going to cum as many times as that little magic wand makes you, baby. And after that, I might let you finish inside me.” Your head tilts, lips pulling into a thin smile. “Do you think you can manage that?”

Embers of a deep red begin to burn somewhere deep in his eyes, flickering outwards from his pupils, now blown wide. It’s for just a moment, but the air hums with an energy that even you can feel, and in the blink of an eye, both it, and the menacing intensity of his eyes are gone.

“I’ve never disappointed you before, have I?”

#answer: anon #dante x reader #sync writing: short scenes #...so much for 'short' though...#these seem to be getting longer...#*blank staring into the distance...*#but I hope you like it 😘😘#no time for edits we die like men

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bangtanbetchfics · 5 years

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Apartment 2B (m) | every which way

genre: smuttiest of smut (light bondage, orgasm denial, public sex), fluffiest of fluff rating: explicit pairing: jungkook x female reader word count: 4.1k suggested listening: focus on me - jus2 | movie star - cix | mist - ateez | playlist warnings: casual sex, explicit language, alcohol use summary: you and jungkook can't keep your hands off each other -- but is that all there is to your relationship? notes: never expected the insane reception to this series. lots of fun smut here paired with fluffy fluff - so enjoy! (◕‿◕✿) navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | finale

“Are we ever going to get up?” You ask as you stroke Jungkook’s hair to wake him up. His lids are half hung as he looks at you.

“Never.” Jungkook groans as he snuggles closer to you. He nudges your nose with his and places a quick kiss on your lips. You’re both skin-to-skin and the warmth between your bodies envelops the two of you.

A soft light trickles through the shades, and the muffled sounds of cars making their way through the city float through the open the window. Schoolbuses hum by, and the light laughter of children tickles your ears.

“I could honestly lay here with you all day.” He whispers as your limbs entangle, and the sheets you’re under crumple to your forms.

“You just look so beautiful in the morning.” Jungkook says as he looks into your eyes for a moment -- his expression soft. Your mind wonders why he has extra little galaxies revolving around his pupils as you brush your thumb over his bottom lip.

Jungkook studies your face before lowering his eyes.

He takes a long, thoughtful pause.

Jungkook then brings his eyes back up to meet yours.

“Tell me about the last guy you were with. Was he like me?” Jungkook inquires, his eager eyes awaiting your response.

“Not at all.” Jungkook furrows his brows in worry, but you continue your story.

“He was a doctor, never saw the man much. He worked around-the-clock .” You pause for a second to reflect on the memory.

“I thought I was independent enough to handle it, but I couldn’t.” You answer. “He always acted like I was needy when we did get to spend time together. I didn’t need that shit in my life.” Jungkook’s eyes turn introspective for a second.

“What about you?” You look down at Jungkook as he starts to snuggle into your neck. “I’ve only had two solid girlfriends, to be honest.” He replies, and you look down at him in shock.

“Don’t act so surprised. One of them was back when I was in middle school, too. Love of my life.” He chuckles and the vibrations from his laugh tickle your neck. You try to suppress the smile forming on your lips, but it’s no use.

“Don’t so many girls go for you now, though? I find it hard to believe you weren’t fucking every night before we met.” You say as you start to laugh out loud.

“I’m actually quite shy, you know. Thank god for my wingwoman, Miri. I owe that girl my life for introducing me to you.” You see Jungkook blush, and stop massaging his hair for a second.

You wonder about the gravity of the comment, but you let it go.

“Now. The important stuff. How many times could he make you cum in one night?” He chuckles, running a hand through his own hair.

“None, actually.” You respond, and Jungkook’s eyes grow wide as he looks up at you. “I mean, if I got out my Hitachi while he was inside me, yeah. But otherwise fuck no.” You shrug.

“Then what makes me different?” Jungkook insists.

“You’re spontaneous. I never know what I’m going to get from you...in a good way.” He snickers, satisfied with the response.

“Oh, like this?” He asks, smiling into your neck as he starts to kiss it.

He can feel your pulse starting to race under his lips.

Jungkook starts to suck at your neck, causing a hickey to bloom. His hands smooth over your body under the covers until they reach your now-wet folds.

“You’re always so wet for me.” He whispers to you with a wicked chuckle in your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

Jungkook’s finger slips inside you and you let out an airy moan.

“Jungkook, you’re gonna make me late for w-” You gasp out as you feel him insert a second finger into you. Your chest starts to rise up and down as he fingers you, while he exerts his warm breaths in your ear.

Jungkook removes his fingers from you before licking them as you watch. He slides down your body underneath the covers until he reaches the opening in your legs.

“Jungkook, n-no-n-” He wastes no time going to town on you as you clutch the sheets and start to moan.

Jungkook was pure fucking evil for this.

Your fingers struggle to grab his hair as waves of pleasure radiate throughout your body.

You let out a shameless groan as he finishes and moves on top of you to kiss you. You suck at his lips to taste the last of your juices before he pecks the side of your cheek.

“You’re honestly getting too good at this.” You say breathlessly as you put your arms around his neck.

“Oh, I know.” Jungkook replies as he lets out another mischievous little laugh.

Jungkook pulls you up into his lap and kisses you. You lean into him as you wrap your legs around his waist.

You notice the kiss isn’t as eager as it usually is.

It’s slow.

It’s passionate.

You look Jungkook in the eyes for a few seconds to try to figure out why, but you get lost in his features.

The way his tousled locks somehow swoop perfectly over one of his eyes. The tiny mole on his nose. The sweet pink color of his lips. The small little scar on his cheek.

You give up trying to figure him out and dive back into a kiss. You smooth your hands over Jungkook’s muscled chest and then wrap your arms around his neck. You feel him squeeze your waist.

Jungkook pulls from the kiss to look at you.

“I thought you were gonna be late for work?” Jungkook says with a smirk.

"Work can wait.” You glare at him for a little bit before you dive back in to kiss him again. He laughs and snaps back from your eager lips.

“Easy, easy. Let’s get you ready.” Jungkook grunts and lifts you up, carrying you toward the bathroom.

The two of you stand underneath the shower head, tongues working in each other’s mouths. You hold Jungkook’s face and then throw your arms around his neck. He pulls your waist into him, and the steam from the shower envelops the room in a smoky haze.

Jungkook turns you around, holding you by your waist. He runs his hand up your back before running it back down, and then grabs his cock. He enters you, and you put your hand on the wall to stabilize yourself. He starts to thrust into you as he throws his head back.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He breathes out and blows through his lips with each thrust as he picks up pace.

Jungkook then pulls you back toward him by your damp hair and you gasp out in pleasure.

“Tell me, did that guy fuck you good like this? Hmm?” He asks. You can’t help but moan at every thrust as he starts to pound into you, and he starts to match your moans.

“No.” You whimper. “Who’s pussy is this then? Is it still his pussy?” He asks, firmer this time.

“No... y-yours.” You manage to get out as the stream from the shower threatens to suffocate your air supply. “Hmm?” Jungkook pretends not to hear you as he jackhammers you even faster. His maniacal pace makes you lose focus in the pleasure it provides for a second before he yanks at your hair again.

“A-ah, yours-” You cry out as he lands a thrust that sends you over the edge. “Shit.” He says as he pulls out, and he finishes over the shower wall.

“So good.” He releases your hair to kiss your shoulder, and he holds your waist firmly so your legs don’t give out. You’re heaving and so is he. Waves of bliss continue to surge through both of your bodies.

“That’s already twicebefore work.” You utter breathlessly, and you smile.

Jungkook smiles as he nuzzles your neck and places small kisses on your shoulders.

You walk hurriedly through the glass doors to your office, and make a beeline straight toward your boss’ desk.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My dog was super sick and I had to get her to the vet this morning.” You say in a pleading tone.

“You’re good. You do your work better than half the fuckin’ clowns here anyway.” Your boss whispers, waving you off. She takes a second glance at you to look at the scarf around your neck.

“Really like these scarves you’ve been wearing recently for summer. They’re so chic!” She exclaims.

You reach up and realize what she’s referring to. You honestly forgot you were wearing it.

“Yeah, fashionable!” You nod at her as before you walk away, a blush settling on your cheeks. Only you knew it wasn’t for fashion, and you kind of liked that feeling.

You make your way to your workstation to evaluate your schedule for the day, but just as you sit down, your phone buzzes.

[10:39 am] JK: Can’t wait 2 cu tonight...lol

[10:39 am] JK: What time did we have to meet up w/ Yuna & her GF again?

[10:41 am] You: Same lol

[10:41 am] You: 7p for the dbl date w/ Yuna.

[10:56 am] JK: K ^^

Your car arrives in front of the restaurant and Jungkook hops out and runs to your side. He opens the door for you, and holds his hand out. You place your hand in his as you look up at him, and blush a bit.

You still can’t get over how Jungkook’s muscled frame somehow still shines through in his suit. He watches you as you get out, equally awestruck by your body line in a black dress.

He swallows as you look up at him, and you can see him visibly trying to calm himself.

“Guys ! Over here!” Yuna shouts at the two of you, breaking through the moment. Yuna wags an arm your way to get you to hurry.

“Let’s go inside.” You say, intertwining your hand with Jungkook’s. He looks down, and then at you. He smiles to himself as you lead him toward the restaurant.

Yuna hurries you two over to meet her girlfriend. “This is my longtime girlfriend, Sora.” Yuna says, smiling. Yuna’s girlfriend is tall, raven-haired and leggy.

“Uhm, T-This is my-, uhm , this is Jungkook.” You hesitate, before Jungkook reaches his hand out to shake Sora’s. He looks at you afterwards.

“You’re a fuckin’ hottie. Too bad I like girls.” Sora gleams as she looks at Jungkook.

“Isn’t he something? The sweetest bean, too.” Yuna giggles. Sora tries to give you a secret thumbs up and wink, but she’s as discreet as a freight truck rolling over unfinished road.

Jungkook notices and smiles so hard his nose scrunches up on his face.

You all get seated at a square table with all the usual dressings: candles, too many plates, too many utensils and too many glasses. You and Jungkook sit at opposite ends of the table; so do Yuna and Sora.

Yuna looks the menu, lamenting over the lack of choices.

“You’re so lucky I love you. You know I hate this frilly shit, Sora.” Yuna says, pouting in her direction.

“Some fancy vegetables will do you good, love.” Sora retorts back.

As the two of them are distracted, you slip your foot out of your shoe and an inch it toward Jungkook. Jungkook is immersed in their banter before he feels your foot on his leg.

He inhales a bit, looking at you.

Yuna takes a sip of her wine as she looks at you and Jungkook.

“Tell me your secret. You’re fucking glowing. What kind of fairy dust are you sprinkling on her, JK?” Yuna teases. You and Jungkook both bite your lip as you give each other a knowing look. Your foot is now on his hardening bulge, and you caress your foot over it.

You take a sip of your wine, enjoying watching him squirm.

“Uhm, I-” Jungkook starts, but your foot gets firmer on his bulge causing him to yelp as he takes a sip of water.

“You don’t have to answer her. She’s trolling.” You say, taking another sip of your wine as you glare at Yuna.

“Fuck, babe, look how small the portion is.” Yuna fusses as your meals arrive. “I’m sorry I’m such a brat, but god are they serious?” Yuna continues as she takes another sip of her wine.

As Yuna and Sora lose focus again, Jungkook exhales to cool himself as you hit a sweet spot with your foot. Your eyes turn seductive for a moment as you feel his bulge is fully hard under your foot. You pull your foot away, and sit up, pulling your shoe back on.

You bite your lip and give him bedroom eyes before taking another sip of wine. You swirl you drink around in your glass before you set it down.

“How long have the two of you been together?” Sora asks as she refocuses on you two. Yuna cuts into her meal and takes a reluctant bite, awaiting a response.

You open your mouth to speak, but Jungkook beats you to it.

“Twelve weeks, 84 days, two-thousand and sixteen hours...whatever you’d like to call it. That’s how long.” Jungkook says confidently, looking at the two. You gawk at Jungkook, and you feel your heart thump in your chest.

“That’s so cute.” Sora smirks at Yuna, and the two put their hands over their mouths and blush.

Jungkook licks the inside of his cheek. He has a proud look on his face as he dives into his steak again.

You look at him and smile, trying not to gush inside.

As both Yuna and Sora are searching for the waiter, you get up and brush your finger over Jungkook’s shoulder as you walk by. His body freezes for a second and he stops his lightning speed chews. He waits a few moments before putting his fork down. He takes a sip of his wine and stands up.

Jungkook clears his throat, looking to Yuna and Sora who put their attention back on him.

“Excuse my rudeness. I’ll be right back.” Jungkook says as he bows to the two women before walking off.

They nod and continue in their pursuit of the waiter.

“God,you just can’t get enough can you?” Jungkook grunts through his teeth, a firm hand in your hair. He’s pressed into your body -- fucking you against the inside wall of a stall in the men’s bathroom.

“You just like getting fucked like a little slut, hmm?” He says as his grip tightens on your hair, and you eagerly nod your head as you let out a devilish laugh. You let out cries of pleasure as he hits you deep, over and over. The sound of your wetness echoes in bathroom as you moan.

Footsteps start to fall in the direction of the men’s bathroom.

The two of you stop breathing for a moment and Jungkook quickly lifts you up around his waist.

The door to the bathroom squeaks open as the two of you hold your breaths in your throat.

The man goes about his business and leaves.

“That was so fucking hot.” You grab Jungkook’s face, looking at him.

“Yeah? ” He asks. He’s still got you in his arms, and he starts fucking you against a wall of the stall again. You cum immediately after a few strokes and dig your nails into his shoulders for stability.

“That’s number three today.” You laugh, kissing him. He sets you down as you pull your dress back down.

“You go first, I’ve gotta fix my lipstick.” You say as you give him a peck him on the lips. He nods, buttoning his suit jacket back up.

You near your table and Jungkook shoots you a smirk as you sit back down.

Yuna seems to catch him.

Jungkook’s eyes grow wide as he makes eye contact with her. He then slowly puts another piece of steak in his mouth.

You look down at your food, pretending to concentrate on the meal in front of you.

The table sits in silence for a few moments -- nothing but the ambiance of chewing and sipping noises to comfort you.

Yuna sits back in her chair and twirls her fork in her hand before she studies the both of you.

“Utensils down.” Yuna demands as she clears her throat. You and Jungkook glance at each other before looking to Yuna. You comply.

“Let me clear the air for a sec. Did you two just fuck?” Yuna asks, slamming her fork down and folding her arms.

“Yuna!” You kick her, and everyone at the table laughs.

“Hot. ” Yuna says, laughing.

Yuna didn’t let you get away with shit.

“You think I didn’t notice you two eye-fucking in front of my salad?!” Yuna exclaims.

“Sora, let’s get the fuck out of here and go fuck too.” Yuna laughs, waving her hand in the air for the waiter to bring the check. “And I want a fucking cheeseburger!” She exclaims.

You and Jungkook look at each other and smile.

On the cab ride home, you and Jungkook can’t keep your hands off each other. You kiss him intently as you palm his hard-on through his suit pants. He groans and you start to suck at his neck.

You notice the cab driver taking a look at the scene through the rearview, and you signal for him to roll up the partition.

Jungkook’s made you shameless by now.

You climb into Jungkook’s lap and kiss him harder, as you start to grind on him. He groans, tossing his head back in pleasure. Kisses and heavy breaths between you start to fill the car with humidity.

You give the cab driver an extra twenty-dollar bill as you exit and he nods.

You both burst through the door to your apartment and Jungkook shuts it, pressing you against it. You unbutton his shirt completely and run your hands up and down his hard, toned form.

Jungkook turns you around and put your hands on the door, starting to slowly unzip your dress from the back. The feeling of each rung of the zip coming undone seems to drag as his breaths turn ragged in your ear. He slowly slips the dress off your shoulders and body before turning you back around to face him.

“Good to see you’re wearing what I got you.” Jungkook says, breaths heavy as he marvels at your body.

It’s a lacy black lingerie set accompanied by a garter belt.

Jungkook curls a finger under the strap of one of the suspenders, running his finger up and down it.

“Well, you owed me from ripping the first set.” You retort, not letting him catch your lips. He lets the garter belt snap to your skin in revenge.

You slink from under his arms as he follows your walk toward a chair.

“Sit down.” You demand, and he complies, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders a bit. He sits down with his legs spread wide and a cocky smirk on his face.

Jungkook watches you, his eyes wide as you straddle him. You play with his silk tie a bit to tease him before you undo it.

“What are you gonna do to me?” He taunts as he watches you. You take the silk scarf and position his hands behind his back, tying the tie tight around them.

“Be a good boy. Don’t say a word.” You whisper, putting a finger up to your lips. He moans in anticipation before he lets out a little chuckle. He was miles stronger than a silk tie, but he decides to play along.

Jungkook flexes his arms to remind you how strong he is before you start to kiss his neck. This weakens him a little bit as he throws his head back. You grind on him a bit before you slip downward onto the floor and look up at him.

You lean forward and start to unzip Jungkook’s pants as slowly as he undid your dress.

Jungkook squirms in the chair a bit, and you feel him grow harder. You immediately take Jungkook into your mouth, and his eyes roll back into his head. You work on him furiously, but as you feel him getting close and you come to a sudden halt.

“Ah, fuck.” He groans in displeasure, watching you. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk?” You say as you straddle him, and then insert him inside you. You look at him, holding onto his face as you start to ride him.

You intentionally make gasping sounds as you roll your hips on him, and his breaths increase with yours. You start to bounce on his cock, and Jungkook starts to lose composure. He starts to fiddle with the tie behind his back as his breathing grows faster.

Jungkook groans as you roll your hips off him, and stand up. He follows you toward the bedroom.

As you enter the bedroom, you push Jungkook down onto the edge of the mattress.

You stand in between Jungkook’s legs, looking down at him.

You start to slowly strip off your lingerie while Jungkook watches you. Just when he thinks you’re close to removing a piece, you pull it back on. He throws his head back in impatience before he bits his lip.

After several rounds, beads of sweat start to slip down Jungkook’s body.

You finally remove the items and straddle him again, and he immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth as he moans. You grab his neck and you lean in closer to meet his eager mouth.

You put your lips on his, and he starts to kiss you hungrily. You moan into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around yours and nips at your lips.

“Good boy.” You whisper as you untie him, a little smirk on your face.

Jungkook quickly digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass, before slapping your cheeks a few times.

“God . You just like fucking with me don’t you ?” He slaps harder as he continues to hit your cheeks with each word. He licks his lips, looking at you.

“Maybe. ” You tease as you bite your lip. You give him a little glare and he directs a low growl at you.

Jungkook flips you onto the bed on your stomach, and spreads you out onto all fours. Jungkook kisses you down your shoulders back before he aligns to your entrance. He enters you immediately, covering your body with his as he thrusts into your hole.

“You like that, hmm? ” His asks, his lips to your ears.

Jungkook takes slow strokes this time to torture you a bit.

“You thought I’d fuck you fast right now, hmm?” He torments, each stroke hitting the base of your core before almost coming out. Each stroke is slow and deep, and his hard cock stretches your walls with every entrance.

The long strokes paired with quick ones sends the both of you over the edge.

Jungkook quickly turns you over, and you open your mouth to take his release in.

He kisses your lips before bringing you into his arms.

“That was four. ” He chuckles into your ear.

Another morning comes.

You open your eyes and Jungkook’s already awake, admiring you.

“Good morning. ” He whispers. You focus on him, and his eyes seem to glimmer with extra stars this morning. He puts his hand up to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“Tell me...what was up with last night?” You ask sleepily.

“I can’t believe you knew how many days it was since we met.” You chuckle, looking at him. His face is serious as he looks at you, and your smile fades.

“I’ve actually been meaning to tell you something.” Jungkook adjusts his head to get a better look at you.

“Jungkook, what is it?” You ask, as your brows furrow.

“Tell me.” You start to stroke his hair, concerned.

He looks at you intently, and then takes a pause for what feels like an eternity.

“I knew because, well...from the day I met you, I knew I’d fall in love with you.” Jungkook says, and his hair falls into his eyes as he looks at you.

“And...I’m in love with you...right now. I mean it. ” Jungkook says softly, and you feel your cheeks get hot.

“Jungkook, I-” You can’t catch your breath as you intertwine your fingers with his, and the both of you fade into a kiss.

notes: did you enjoy it? In your feels? look forward to more later this week~ ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

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