#Moon Jongup Smut

[cazziamo]

Heat Resistance (m)

requested: yes

 bap jongup smut? ;)

Group/Member: B.A.P./ Moon Jongup

word count: 3.7k words

summary: The heat was ruthless, both day and night. But your boyfriend, however, was the most ruthless of them all.

The summers were hot. Hot most likely wasn’t a word descriptive enough to get the full feeling across. Scorching, broiling, searing, blistering, scalding, roasting- the list could go on and on. While the days were absolutely horrible, filled with cold showers and numerous trips to the water fountains and countless dollars spent on batteries for your little hand held fan, the nights offered no relief whatsoever. The nights were spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard ponytails and buns and braids sticking to your forehead and neck. The nights were filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with one leg out or with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature; sometimes the discomfort was so bad that you disregarded the bed altogether and slept on the cool hardwood floors of your shared apartment, using nothing but a pillow to support your head.

Honestly, you would put money on the fact that maybe you wouldn’t be so hot at night if you didn’t share a bed with someone who had the body temperature of a space heater, who also preferred to cuddle at night. You loved your boyfriend, and the safety and security you felt being encased in his arms at night- really, you did- but it was just too hot.So no matter how you tried to endure the heat for the sake of comfort and to feed the general craving for late night intimacy, you always wound up pushing him away, or waiting for him to fall asleep so you could slip your way from his arms.

“Jong,” you would whine, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Most of the time, Jongup would groan in complain, but he would otherwise comply and let go.

There were also the times where you would finally manage to find peace in your bed, but just as you begin to drift away into the realm of sleep, Jongup would stir. Nine times out of ten, he would roll over with his eyes still closed, throat still rough from sleep, and reach out for you. His arms would pull you to him, pressing his chest heatedly against your back, pulling you in close enough that you could feel every inch of his hard-on that would press into the crease of your bum. As much as you loved him and as much as you loved having sex with him, it was just too fucking hot.

“Jong,” you would whine again, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Usually, he would give in and let you go again, willing himself to sleep, although admittedly with a huge pout on his lips.

Jongup was never a pusher to begin with. He was actually rather shy when it came to almost anything, which was one of the things that you loved about him. He never tried to force you to do something you didn’t want to, never tried to convince you of anything after the first refusal. He was always the sweetest and tended to put you before himself for pretty much everything. If he was doing the shopping, he picked mostly things he knew you liked. If he went shopping for more clothes or shoes, he always bought something for you. Even down to the TV shows you both watched, or where you went for dates, it was always whatever you wanted, your pleasure before his own. There weren’t many guys left like that in the world, and you were always astonished by the fact that you had managed to get someone like Moon Jongup. In every way, he was your own little blessing. But sometimes, you wished he would be a bit more selfish. He was shy, you understood, but being in a relationship wasn’t all about one person, no matter how much he enjoyed it that way. You wanted to do all sorts of things for him too- make his favorite meals, buy him gifts, anything to make him happy.

Tonight was like every other night at first. Your shower was cold, you pajamas covering as little skin as you could manage, and bed covers bunched at the foot of the bed, fan spinning at the top speed it could go. The night was spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard and messy bun were sticking to your forehead and neck. The night was filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature. You were drifting in and out of a semi comfortable sleep at around three in the morning, when Jongup rolled over, grabbed you tightly around the waist and yanked you across the bed. He pulled you flush against his body, pressing his chest to your back so tightly that you could feel every dip and curve of his abdomen, as well as his usual ‘problem.’

“Babe,” He would whisper gently, starting by peppering small, opened mouth kisses up and down the sides of your neck. As his lips migrated from your neck down across your shoulders and back up to your jawline, he began to speak again. “I need a little help.”

“Jonguppie, it’s way too hot.” You whined, shoving your face into your pillow in an attempt to ignore the delicious heat licking at your backside. He sucked on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your neck, softly biting before tracing his tongue around it. “Jongup, seriously.”

“Exactly.” He retaliated, which somewhat surprised you. Usually, Jongup would have just rolled back over and gone to sleep, but this time he was pushing a bit. “It’s already hot, so what’s a bit extra gonna do? Besides,” Jongup cut himself off, rolling over so that he was half hovering over you, forearms pressed against the bed to keep him up. “You whine about the heat all the time. We should do some… resistance training. Y’know, build up some endurance.”

You could feel your resolve weakening. It was amazing, t be honest, just how easily Jongup could tur you into putty. His lips and tongue were still keeping themselves busy on your neck, although in the new position, Jongup was ducking down t press kisses along your chest, sucking particularly on your collarbones. He rolled the rest of the way over, so that he was completely on top of you, taking a second to situate himself. He was nestled in between your legs comfortably, which you had spread accommodatingly out of habit for him, one arm holding him up while the other was tracing lines along your hip. Annoyingly enough, you no longer wanted him to get off and stop so you could sleep, but instead you just wanted him to kiss you already.

“Jongup,” you breathed gently, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair, messy from sleep. You ran your hands through it softly once, twice, then three times- but on the third time you kept your hand still at the back of his head, tugging softly on it as you brought him down into a kiss.

When your lips finally met, the concerns about the heat and your discomfort all but disappeared from your mind. His lips were soft against yours, but the kiss quickly turned into something a bit rougher, something desperate. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, biting and tugging gently, sucking on it as he went. Groaning loudly, you deepened the kiss. It was a sort of battle, tongues desperately clashing against one another, gums smashing together, noses bumping as you tried to pull each other as close as humanly possible. You pulled away for a split second just to attach you lips to the sensitive spot where his neck met his jawline and suck roughly, sure to leave a bruise. Jongup moaned loudly, long and deep and absolutely guttural, the sound shooting straight between your legs like a wildfire. Bucking your hips up, you brushed you thinly clothed sex across Jongup’s boxers, pressing every inch of your heat against his length. The resounding moan that tore from his lips- holy shit, you had never heard anything sexier.

Jongup broke away from your hold to tug off his top, a simple black sleeveless top, which was already sticking to his body from sweat. The second his skin was exposed you were on him, hands sliding up his stomach  and then past his chest, running your thumbs over is nipples as you passed them. Your hands curled around his shoulder to wind around his neck again as you leaned up, chasing him for another kiss. Jongup leaned back away from you, laughing.

“You’re the one who said it was too hot.” He said, grinning.“And you’re the one who said we needed to chase the heat away.” You shot back. “Besides, what the hell, Jong? Why  are you teasing me when you’re that hard?”

“Because I like you best when you’re whining.” He laughed. You smacked his shoulder, pushing yourself up and on top of Jongup. On your way up, you hastily yanked off your tank top, leaving your upper body bare.

You felt his hands before you even saw them move. They started low at your hips, before sliding up the curve of your back. One hand stayed up to tangle in your hair, winding into the strands underneath the loosened bun, while the other slipped back down and around to grab hold of a breast. Jongup sat up, keeping you straddling his lap, and roughly pulled your hair to crane your neck. As his hand massaged your left breast his mouth descended on your left. He sucked roughly on your nipple, before dragging his teeth against it and tugging. You whined loudly, grinding your hips down on his erection. He released your nipple with a loud pop and pushed you down onto the bed. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your sleep shorts and past the line of your panties,pulling them down before skimming gently along your slit once, twice, three times, before dipping inside. His fingers circled up and over your clit, flicking it gently. Your hands scrambled for purchase along Jongup’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as you moaned, rolling your hips into his hands.

“Jesus,” Jongup groaned, the veins in his neck straining as he visibly swallowed. “Holy hell, you’re wet. C-Can I…?”

You knew exactly what he was asking for. As confident as he seemed most of the time, Jongup really was a shy man. The idea if asking to eat you out itself was mortifying to him, no matter how much he enjoyed doing it, and how much you enjoyed receiving. So, he usually tried to find any way that he could to essentially beat around the bush, to ask without asking. And usually, you accepted. His lips were plump, and his tongue was long. The things he could do with his tongue- just thinking about it was enough to get you off. But this time, you didn’t want things to be about you. Jongup was always doing things for your pleasure alone, so you figured it was time do return the favor.

“No, not this time. You always go down on me, and you always do such a good job, babe.” You murmured, sitting up. You sat on your knees in front of him, pushing him gently so that he was laying flat on his back. “Let me do this for you.” With that, you began to trace your fingers lightly around the waistband of his boxers, dipping your fingers in to gently rub the skin before you began to pull his underwear off entirely. Then you grabbed him, your grip was soft, skimming your thumb up and down the side of his shaft before squeezing tightly at the base.

You felt his whole body shudder, a low groan humming through his body as he dropped his bead back. As you trailed your hand along the underside of his cock, your nails dragged against his skin, thumb circling the head of his dick before your mouth descended. His breathing hitched and the muscles in his legs tightened visibly as took him into your mouth, keeping your tongue pressed against him as you took him farther into your mouth. When you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, his hips bucked up roughly without warning, and he let out a loud moan that sounded closer to a whine.

In the time that you and Jongup had been together, this was the first time you had ever given him head. You supposed that it all boiled down to the fact that Jongup simply preferred giving to receiving, but it was something that you had always wanted to do. The image of him a whining mess beneath you, muscles straining under the effort to keep still, eyes screwed closed, fists curled into the sheets or even better yet, tightened into your hair, was one of the biggest turn ons you could think of. Even now, as you steadily worked your way up and down his cock, licking along the veins on the underside of his dick, bobbing your head up and down in varying rhythms to tease him, you were resisting the urge to rub your thighs together. There was no way that you weren’t dripping, not with the way that Jongup was moaning your name.

"[Y/N],“ He said with visible effort, lifting his head to look down at you. "Holy hell, why haven’t we done this before?” He groaned with a particularly hard suck, the hand that wasn’t holding him up flying down to tangle itself tightly into your hair. Eventually, Jongup decided to give up on being polite and letting you have your way with him. He began to tug on your hair, guiding you into a speed that he wanted. There was one particular pull on your hair that did it for you- he had roughly yanked your hair in a way that pushed you further down onto his cock, and you loved every bit of it. The stinging in your scalp had effectively traveled its way down into your dripping sex in a way you didn’t think possible. You moaned loudly, although slightly muffled by his cock, and that seemed to be the final straw for him.

With another rough tug, Jongup pulled you off of him quickly, leaving you dazed and open mouthed and panting deliciously. He pushed you back onto the bed, saying “Hurry and get on all fours.” His eyes flashed, and you knew you weren’t going to keep him waiting. Hell, you felt as though if you weren’t touched within the next ten seconds, you were going to cry.

You tugged your sleeping shorts and underwear off in one motion, tossing them somewhere randomly before turning over to settle comfortably on your knees, bending forward to settle your weight into your forearms and push your ass out. Your body was hot, unbelievably so; you could feel the flush of your skin without seeing it, and you could already tell that you had a sheen of sweat about you. You were breathing heavily, on the verge of panting, and Jongup hadn’t even touched you yet.

You soon felt his hand brushing themselves over your body; over the swell of your ass, down to your thighs, back up and around to caress your breasts, and then finally to the aching spot between your legs. By this point you knew the both of you were too worked up and impatient for any more foreplay, but Jongup had always been a tease, so he took his time. He dipped a finger in between your lower lips, dragging it down to your opening, before pushing two fingers in. His other hand continued to squeeze your ass, borderline roughly, before swinging down in a loud crack. You breathed in sharply, whining quietly as you pushed back against his hand.

“Jongup, please,” You breathed, bucking your hips against his fingers again. “No more teasing.”

“Then what do you want me to do, babe?” He asked, no doubt smirking. This way another thing you had found that Jongup had a thing for. He like to make you say things straight out, almost to the point of begging. Maybe it was the dirty talking aspect of it, or maybe it really was the begging that got him- you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that it got him heated up like almost nothing else. So you swallowed your pride, figuring that at this point, you’d rather be fucked than hold onto the last bit of dignity.

“Please, Jongup,” you began to whine again, rotating your hips. “Please, please, just fuck me already. Please, Jong!”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He said teasingly, leaning down to press kisses along your shoulders and back. You could feel him pressing up against your ass, harder than rock and still wet from your mouth, and you could hear the ripping sound of the condom package opening. Within a few seconds, he was sliding into you smoothly. He bottomed out easily, his thighs pressed against yours, and didn’t waste any time before pulling back to the tip and thrusting. The pace was set quickly, a rough and fast one that sent your body pushing foreward, moving enough that you had to brace your hands against the headboard to keep you from hitting it. Your fingers scrambled for purchase, back arching as you kept trying to return his thrusts.

Jongup’s hips continued to snap forward at a steady pace, and your moans only continued to rise in volume. You were sure that it hadn’t been long since he started, but you were already close. “J-Jong, Jong I’m,” you stuttered helplessly, one of your hands slipping down to grab the sheets. “I can’t!” You cried.

One hand was gripping your waist tightly, tight enough that you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but the other one let go and began to move around to your front. It circled around and found its place between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit. You cried out louder than you had before, ultimately giving up on holding the headboard, instead slumping down. You buried your head into the pillows, gripping them tightly and moaning into them.

Jongup’s hips began to stutter as he groaned louder. “Come on, babe.” He panted, flicking your clit again. “Come on, give it to me. Let go.” The pressure in your stomach built to an almost painful point as Jongup continued to speak to you, voice rough and strained. It snapped suddenly, your orgasm sweeping over you unexpectedly, like being hit by a wave from behind. You were sure that you screamed, body seizing up and shaking as you desperately bucked your hips back into Jongup. You probably sounder hysterical, long streams of ‘oh my god’ and 'fuck, oh shit’ and Jongup’s name most likely almost incoherent in your bliss.

Jongup hadn’t cum yet. His hips kept pushing, snapping forward over and over again, prolonging your orgasm for that much longer. You could hear him cursing behind you, and you instinctively knew he was biting his lips, seeking his own end. His fingers hadn’t moved from you clit yet, and the over sensitivity was beginning to take over your sense. You squirmed in his hold, arms almost folding backwards to grab onto him. The pleasure was beginning to wane and then spike again, rising even quicker the second time. “Jongup, please." You cried desperately. "I- I can’t, not another, I-”

“Yes, you can.” He spoke roughly, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up. Your back was pressed against his chest, back arched as the both of you were on your knees, him thrusting into you from behind. “One more, baby. C'mon. Give me one more.” His hand trailed from your hair down your neck, eventually stopping over your right breast. His hips were beginning to lose the steady rhythm, and he began to place hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, you knew he was getting close. One of your hands flew back to grab onto him, using him as an anchor as you began to press down against him. You wanted him to finish, you wanted him to feel as good as he had made you, as he was making you feel. Jongup moaned loudly, breaking off roughly with a hitched breath and slammed his hips into especially hard as you felt him twitch inside of you. He was cumming, and as he slammed another sloppy thrust against you, so were you.

You don’t know how long it took for both of you to come back to reality, but when you began to process your surroundings again, you realized you were laying down, Jongup beside you. He had already taken off the condom, tied it and tossed it into the bin, and he was now staring at you with a goofy grin on his face.

“What the hell are you looking at?” You hated how breathy your voice sounded, like you had just run a marathon. You also hated how that only made his smile grow.He spread his arms wide.

“Come here.” You sighed and pretended to shake your head at him, but you did as he asked. He tucked your head under his chin, with you resting comfortably against him. It took a few tries, but Jongup managed to kick the blanket far enough up his legs that he pulled it over the both of you. “So,” he began slowly, grinning. You scowled at him. “How did you like the resistance training? Helpful right?” You could both hear and feel him chuckling, and despite yourself, you found yourself laughing with him.

“Shut up and go to sleep.” You told him, settling down again.

“Yes, ma'am.”

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WHAT AM I DOING - THIS IS A SMUT - SKYDIVE AU - JONGUP

A/N: Agressive sex, plottwist and me having no idea tf I am doing. You have been warned. This is a smut shot based on the Moon Jongup we see in skydive. This means there will be violent kinks in this smut. You are adopted daughter and heiress to South Korea’s biggest mobster. He’s married you to Kim Himchan. It is a loveless and fruitless marriage. You have always found his men infinitely more interesting. Especially Moon Jongup.

Only Days prior

“Sleep well, my love, I will be back before you know it.” Himchan leans in to kiss you on the forehead. “Who will you take with you?” You ask sweetly. You silently hope he’ll leave one of the younger men home. “Only Yongguk.” Himchan replies., stuff multiple handguns where ever they will go in his outfit. You humm softly, thinking to yourself about how Yongguk is probably Himchan’s lover. It’s not like you can spite him for it. You aren’t all that faithful either. There is no love lost between you and Himchan.

Himchan leaves swiftly, not stalling for heartfelt goodbye’s. He leaves you behind in your own spacious mansion, probably not suspecting of what happens when he is away.

Sleep won’t come to you. You lay draped sensually over your bed, waiting for your own lover. He’s always swift to come when Himchan does not need him.

The door swings open, revealing the blue haired man you have been waiting for. He tsks and wander in on socked feet. The door he slams shut behind himself. “Look at you. You’ve dressed up for me. Weren’t you afraid that your husband will grow a bit suspicious. He’ll kill you when he finds out.” Jongup sits on the edge of the bed. “He’ll kill you too.” You reply. “Himchan isn’t that great a man. Like all men, he bleeds.” Jongup responds dryly. “And you think you don’t?” You ask. “No, I am just the first to pull the trigger.” Jongup smirks a bloodcurdling smirk. “So you think you are all of that huh? You are just a trigger happy boy.” You feel the urge to put him in his place. “Unlike you, princess, you are a mobster’s daughter.” Jongup brings his hands to your throat. “I can easily choke the life out of you, my lady.” He sneers, traveling his thumb over your skin, right above your windpipe. You reach under your pillow and pull out a small, loaded gun. “You’d be dead before me.” You hiss. Jongup licks his lips. “Fuck you turn me on.” Jongup groans. He slaps the gun from your hand. It falls idly to the floor. The magazine opens and the bullets roll over the floor. Jongup surges forward and kisses you deeply and greedily. You knot your hand, still hurting from his slap, into his blue hair. Jongup’s lips are working against yours, hungry and even a little possessive. He presses against you, his body covering yours. You can feel how his skin is almost feverishly hot. It mostly is, though, so you aren’t very surprised. He licks his tongue into your mouth and you can’t help but moan at him. “I need to fuck you.” Jongup whispers into your mouth. “Well, why don’t you?” You purr. “I am still dressed.” Jongup distances himself from you a few millimeters. You grab his blue hair a bit firmer and tug his head into his neck. Jongup moans loudly and smirks like a madman. “Shall I remedy that for you, darling.” You cooed. You still pull at his hair. He moves with your motions so you will not pull out large chunks of his blue locks. You keep pulling until Jongup lays down into your silk sheets. Only then you let go. Jongup is practically panting with arousal. He looks up at you and licks his lips. “Why’d you stop?” He whispers. “You’re fucked in the head.” Is all you reply with, unzipping Jongup’s leather jacket. “I know.” Is his murmured answer. Under his jacket, Jongup wears a silk shirt, black as pitch. He’s worn black every time you’ve seen him. His clothes are black, his shoes, his eyes, his mood and his tattoo’s. He’s covered in ink, but not one of them has color. The only color in this man is the mild tan of his skin and the blue of his hair. You unpop the buttons of his shirt, one by one, as slow as you can. Jongup sighs softly. “Hurry up will you, I am already going flacid.” His tone is as bitchy as he can. You undo the last of the buttons of his shirt, ignoring his comments. The silk cloth slides down Jongup’s abs like it is liquid. It reveals more tattoo’s, on his chest and abs and abdomen. You lean in and nip at one of Jongup’s small pink nipples. Not playfully or affectionately, no you bite him to hurt him. Jongup moans wickedly, knotting a hand in your hair. “Does the kitten want to play?” He purrs huskily. “That is in the end what you came for, am I right?” You cooe, before putting your teeth to his other nipple. Jongup moans lustily. “Of course that is what I came for. I come for nothing else.” He murmurs. He knots his hand in your hair and lifts your head up. He smashes his lips into yours. You moan loudly for him, just the way he likes it. Eagerly, his free hand slaps at your ass, making you moan even louder. “Fucking hell baby, keep it down, we don’t want the serving wench to find us out.” He teases, his voice husky with lust. You bite at his lip, making him groan. He slaps your ass again. You squeal, letting his lip go. He topples you over, smirking down on you. “I’ll give you reason to squeal.” He murrs darkly.

“Did Himchan gift you with this?” Jongup gestures to your nightgown. It is see through and lacey. “No.” You reply. “Then who gave it to you?” Jongup asks. “Daehyunnie did.” You don’t feel like this is an issue. Jongup’s face hardens. “Are you fucking him?” He asks. “The fuck is it to you?” You ask. Jongup crinkles his nose. But he does not answer you. “Nothing...” He grunts. You know it is a lie. You can just hear it in his voice. But you let it go. You are not incredibly worried about it.

Jongup lets it go as well, the dark lines leave his face. He presses you into the sheets and kisses your breath away. You suck his lip into your mouth to invigorate his passion again. Jongup grinds down into you, the fabric of his jeans cafting at your skin uncomfortably. But you still hook your legs around his waist, attempting to reel him in further. You knot one hand in your hair and the other you slide down Jongup’s abs to undo the button and fly of his trousers. He’s hard when your fingers meet his crotch. You open his jeans and rub him through the cloth of his boxers. Jongup moans loudly. “You moan like a whore.” You say, in a tone that suggests you are reprimanding him. “Because I know you like it.” Jongup murmurs softly. You give him a teasing squeeze. “Damn woman, get me out of these pants.” He growls. “How about you do it yourself?” You prod one finger against his glans. “You are not going to be fair tonight are you?” He groans. “Why should I be, Jongup. What we have is not fair in the first place.” Is your reply. He rolls his eyes, grabs your nightgown and gives a firm yank. The fabric tears and fall to the sheets. “What the! Jongup, how do I explain this to Himchan!” You screech. “Tell him Daehyun did it.” Jongup’s grin is beyond sly. You slap him in the face with a flat hand. It leaves behind a red print. Jongup cackles and puts one hand around your throat. “Oh baby, the things I am going to do to you.” He groans. You can feel him throb again. “Then do them, Jonguppie. You are all talk.” You whisper. He presses you down, grinding into you again. “No, first you are gona suck it.” He murrs huskily. “Make me.” You hiss. “I will baby.” Jongup smirks. And he does make you. He rids himself off his pants and boxers and kneels upon the mattress. He knots his hand into your hair and presses your head down. “Be a good girl.” He murrs. You stick out your tongue and give him a teasing, modest lick. Jongup nudges your head lower. “Go on, open that pretty mouth of yours.” He says. You are slow to oblige. You don’t want him to start feeling more than he is worth. Jongup ungently pulls at your hair. “Just do it, you little whore.” He hisses. You open your mouth at long last and allow his to thrust in. He groans. “Fuck, your mouth is the best.” He breathes, his hips slowly moving to thrust his cock in and out. You moan softly and diligently suck. Jongup pulls out. “That’s enough, now open those sinful legs.” Jongup throws you into the sheets. You keep your legs together, smiling up at him. The moment you’ll make it easy on him is the moment he will leave. Jongup prefers to fight for his prize. So you give him that fight. “Tsk tsk, I said open your legs.” Jongup squeezes his hand between your legs and starts to nudge them apart. “Be a good girl for me.” He murrs insistently. “You know I would never.” You cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. Eagerly he kisses you back. His hand keeps pulling your legs apart. Once they are opened wide enough, he falls down on you. It takes a few experimental thrusts for him to breach your core, but he slips in with ease. It is not like this is the first time he fucks you.

He falls down upon you time and time again. His thrusts are as ruthless as his heart and all you can do is moan at him. He groans back, sweat trickling down the stands of his blue hair.

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Hours After

You look up from your book when you hear the living door slam shut. Jongup stands before you. “What are you doing here?” You ask. “He’s dead, they are all dead.” Jongup says. You raise a brow, noticing he is wearing a bulletproof vest. “How?” You ask. “A shoot out with those money launders.” Jongup wanders into the living. “And how are you still alive?” You ask sharply. “I was informed.” Jongup smirks. “Why did you do this?” You put your book away. “They needed to die. They were in my way. I don’t need money, or power. I just want to do my thing.” Jongup sits beside you on the couch. Jongup rests a hand on your belly. “Himchan said he was to be a father.” He said. You nod. “He lied.” Jongup replies. “How do you know?” You ask him. “Are going to keep asking questions. Heebus woman. I know because you are barely having sex with Himchan and I know for a fact you are making him wear a condom.” He gets up again. “Maybe it is Daehyun’s.” You stand too. Jongup slaps you in the face. “He’s dead. I killed him. You are mine and the child is too!” He screams. Then he storms out of the living.

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Months later

You gaze out of the window. Your belly is full to bursting, but you are a widow. Not only to your husband, but also to the man you truly loved. Jongup lured them both to their death. And of him there is no trace. You are not sure if you should grief for that too. Jongup was nothing but trouble after all.

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Moon Jongup Smut Shot

Watching Zootopia with B.A.P. does not go as you originally planned. You planned on just having a nice get together with the six of your friends while you were in Seoul. But allas, Yongguk and Himchan left for Yongguk’s apartment not more than 15 minutes in, so six friends were reduced to four. Zelo claimed the couch previously commandeered by the two hyungs real soon after. Daehyun has a chair and Youngjae the fatboy. It leaves you on the other couch with Jongup. First he is seated, but rather soon he is too lazy to keep himself upright and falls with his head in your lap. Zelo is engrossed in his phone by the time the film is 30 minutes playing. Youngjae is noisily eating popcorn and Daehyun has to make annoyed comments about it every minute or so. As through some odd miracle, Jongup manages to sleep peacefully. He only seems to stir when you stop playing with his soft pink hair. Then he will whine and pull your hand back to his hair. So you simply continue.

You give up trying to follow the film and concentrate on watching your friends instead. How Youngjae throws popcorn at Daehyun until the older boy goes over to the fatboy and straddles the orange haired singer. The bucket of popcorn falls all over the floor and Youngjae loudly gives his complaints. You roll your eyes at them and look down on Jongup, gently twirling the black stone in Jongup’s ear. Jongup murrs softly and turns around, to nuzzle his nose into your belly. You giggle and twirl his other stud.

Youngjae and Daehyun have turtled off to the bedroom and Zelo went to the nightshop when the film ends. You shake at Jongup’s shoulder. “Jongup-ah, wake up.” You say. Jongup opens his eyes slowly. “But it is not morning yet...” He pouts. “No it is not, but I want to go to my hotel and you should sleep.” You cooe. Jongup sits upright and rubs his eyes. “Don’t go.” He mumbles. “I am going to go, because I don’t feel like getting an ear for of Daehyun and Youngjae. Plus my hotel bed is super comfy!” You reply. “But it is dark out… I’ll walk you there.” Jongup says softly in return. You smile softly and stand up. “Thank you Jongup-ah.” 

Jongup stands and grabs your coat from the rack. He holds it out for you to slip into. You smile at him and accept his help. “I did not know you were such a gentleman, Jongup-ah.” You tease. Jongup flusters a little and rubs his neck. “Let’s just go, you said you were tired.” He avoids your eyes and helps you from the couch. “No, I said you should sleep. I only said I don’t want to hear what Dae and Jae are doing.” You correct him playfully. Jongup rolls his eyes and heads for the door.

He holds the door for you to step outside first. You smile happily and thank him. Jongup nods in response and nudges you onto the sidewalk.

You open the door of your hotel room and kick your shoes into a corner. Jongup follows in and toes out of his timberlands, placing them by the door. Because he is a decent boy. You hang your coat on the peg and flop down on the bed. Jongup shoulders out of his hoody, hanging it over a chair and he joins you on the bed. The tanktop he wears is extremely love cut, held together by only a few bare inches on his shoulders and around his waist. It gives a very good view of his broad and well muscled torso. You turn to your side to face him. “Are you going to stay here?” You ask. “Can I?” Jongup asks in return. “I don’t know, can you?” You cooe. It makes Jongup laugh softly. Silence envelopes you and you lay and stare at each other while minutes lengthen into an hour. Jongup lifts his hand to tuck a strand of hair out of your face and you meet his hand with your own, covering it and squeezing it. “Noona~!” Jongup cooes. You let go of his hand and smile sweetly at him. Jongup sits upright and pulls his tanktop over his head, flinging it to the chair to join his hoodie. You try not to check out Jongup’s abs, but terribly fail. Jongup smiles and lies down again, on his side so he can look you in the eyes. “Your turn.” He says calmly. You don’t bother asking what he means, you know his mind is working in the strangest loops. So you too take off your shirt, to reveal your calvin klein bra. “Nice.” Jongup grins. You fall silent again for a little while. You frown mildly as Jongup unbuckles his belt. “The heck you doin bruh?” You ask. “My pants are getting uncomfortable.” Is the answer. Jongup wriggles out of his jeans and lets it slip from the bed. “Can you take off your socks?” You asks. “Why?” Jongup jerks up one brow. “Because you look ridiculous in only your boxers and socks.” You reply. It makes Jongup snigger, but he obliges anyway. “Better now?” He asks. “Yup.” You nodd. “Your turn again.” He says. “You’re weird Jongup-ah.” You rolls your eyes, but take your jeans and your socks off anyway. “Can you take off your top?” Jongup asks. “Why?” You frown at him, genuinely confused now. “You look ridiculous in a sports top and lacy panties.” Jongup mimics the tone you previously used on him. “Ugh fine.” You groan, taking of your top and reeling a pillow to your chest to hide your breasts. Jongup’s eyes are still focussed on your face. He seems not in the least interested in your curves.

Jongup pulls your body closer to his. He places his forehead against yours and his hand in the small of your back. You shovel your hand into his pink hair and close your eyes. You rub your nose against his and hear him laugh softly. “So cute.” Jongup mumbles under his breath. He pushes your pelvis closer to his own. You can feel he has a half master, but hesitate to remark on it. Instead you simply play with his hair a little. Jongup relaxes against you and his breathing slows down a little. You startle when Jongup starts to softly and slowly grind into you. “J-jongup-ah..” You whimper. “Noona.” Jongup whispers softly, his fingers rubbing at the skin of your back. He grinds again, this time making you moan. “Jongup-ah, wha-what are we doing?” You ask softly. “I .. I don’t know.” Jongup replies. But he grinds against you once more. You can feel that he has fully hardened now. You grind back into him, hearing him moan softly.You tighten your hand in his hair and grind into him again. His breath becomes laboured and he closes his eyes again. You gasp as he topples you over, hovering over you. His stocky, short body pins you down, his pelvis pressing against yours. You look down to find the head Jongup’s cock peek over the rim of his boxers. It is shiny with precum and slightly red. You can’t help but run your thumb over it. Jongup moans softly and avoids your eyes. His cheeks color red and his hips stutter forward. You moan from the friction, causing Jongup to grin. He leans in to breath harshly into your ear. “Noona, what are we doing.” He groans. “I .. I don’t know.” You fluster darkly. Jongup let’s his hips grind forward again. It earns him a new, sharper moan from your side. You buck your pelvis up against his, making him groan in return. “By all means let’s keep doing it.” Jongup breathes, lustily. “Oh okay.” You say airily.

Jongup keeps grinding down into you. You moan in unison and cling to each other. Neither of you has any idea where this sudden outburst of passion comes from. You are only friends and never experienced any form of sexual tension before. But now that you are engaging with each in this way, it is as if the tension has always been there. So, what else is there to do than to indulge in it.

Jongup’s breathing gets heavier and his pelvis begins to stutter. “Noona I’m .. gon-gona c-cu … ah”. Jongup groans. You topple him over, causing him to fall back into the sheets. You pin him down and pull his boxers down as far as you can, so he won’t soil them. It is only seconds later that Jongup releases. He cries out your name and spends his seed over his own abs. When the waves of his climax subside, his muscles untense and his breathing starts to calm. He closes his eyes and tries to regain himself. “Woah… that was intense, somehow.” He mumbles. “Yes it was.” You cooe. You lean in to lick the semen off of Jongup’s abs, causing him to gasp softly. He rakes a hand through your hair. “Did you cum?” He asks softly. “No.. But that is okay.” You reply. “No it is not okay.” Jongup in turn topples you over and yanks down your pants. He hovers over you again, looking you in the eyes. Determination sparks on his face. His fingers creep from your thigh to your folds, teasingly slow. “Jongup-ah~!” You whimper as he touches your folds. Jongup takes a breath, as though he breathes you in. And then he starts to slowly rub you. Between your folds first, to dampen his fingers. Then he moves up to your clit. He rubs in slow circles as to not hurt or overstimulate you. Soon you can feel the tension in your muscles ride. You travel your hand up Jongup’s arm, barely feeling his bicep, because you are practically falling off the edge. From which you tumble when Jongup slowly presses his fingers inside of you. “Jo-Jongup-ah!” You cry out, your grip on his bicep tightening. Your walls tighten around his finger and then you fully relax, falling into the sheets.

Jongup lies down beside you. “That was something huh.” He mumbles. “It sure was.” You turn to face him. He smiles at you and places a hand on your hip. Then he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You kiss him back, pull the sheets over your bodies and nuzzle closer. Jongup holds you gently as the both of you nod off to sleep.