#Sub!jungkook

[hongseungie]

I want a TASTE of you♡

❥ Jungkook one-shot, fluff, smut, friends 2 lovers, angst, (F) reader, mdni, insecure Jungkook, Jungkook doesn't realize how attractive he is, self-sabotage, reader is a baddie, reader is a great friend, uhhh yeah

❥summary> Being best friends with one of the sexiest men you've ever seen isn't easy, especially when he doesn't see himself as such. After hearing Jeon Jungkook talk down about himself. You promise to make sure he remembers he's good looking on the inside and outside.

❥ word count 1887/ CC 10,536

❥ I tried my best to make sure the grammar the grammar is correct. if there's any mistakes, i'm sorrrryyy

Smut warning under the cut ❦

♥ smut warnings- oral (m) receiving, sub- Dom implied, kissing, grinding, straddling, blowjobs, hand job, needy Jungkook, nipple sucking, hair pulling, edging, teasing, cursing, I think that's all.

You always knew Jungkook was a very attractive man, since before you two went to college and decided to get an apartment together. But right now, seeing him getting ready for his date with his hair down, loose but fitted black shirt, and black jeans is killing you. You've tried not to lust over your own best friend, but you're just a girl. You may or may not have had days wondering how it would be to have Jungkook as yours. It's a risk you're not against taking. I mean, he's attractive, funny, sweet, and he’s really the only man you actually trust.

Getting out of your lustful thoughts, you open the fridge and decide to cook something to eat.

"Hey, which shirt looks better?” you hear Jungkook ask you as you're looking in the fridge.

Turning, you see him wearing a black turtleneck that hugs his body perfectly.

“Fuck,” you say under your breath, trying not to stare too hard. clearing your throat, “Uh, uhm, either one looks great." You announce turning away from the delicious sight.

"Y/N… help me. " I want to actually look good for once,” he says, slightly annoyed by your answer.

Hearing him, you turn around and push your lust to the side. "Jungkook, you always look good no matter what you're doing. But if you want my advice, I'd say, both enunciate your features well, but it's hot outside, and I think you'll burn to death in the turtleneck.” Hearing what you said, Jungkook nods, disregarding your compliment, and puts on the loose shirt again.

Huffing to himself, he walks over to you, who has now finished cooking your dinner and is eating at the kitchen island.

"You promise I look good?” he asks you seriously this time, anxiety eating away at him.

  "You look beautiful,” you say sincerely, meeting his gaze.  Jungkook goes pink. "Jesus, now I'm shy,” he says, laughing and trying to hide himself. You laugh at his cuteness and presume eating.

Hours have passed since Jungkook asked you for advice. He’s since left the apartment to go on his date. Trying to convince yourself that you're not bothered. You decide to leave the apartment and head to the library to do some studying. Getting lost in your homework; you don't even realize that 3 hours have passed since you last left. Checking the time and seeing it's 12 Am, you decide it's time for you to head back to the apartment.

 Opening the door to your shared apartment, you're greeted with pitch-black and no sign of life. Being slightly confused, you take off your jacket and shoes at the door and head towards Jungkook's room. You were about to put your fist to the wood until you heard something that sounded like sniffing. Being even more confused, you knock on his door softly.

“Kookie, are you in there? Can I come in?” you ask. On the other side of the door, you hear a muffled “mmhm,” taking that as a yes and pushing his bedroom door open.

When you do, you're presented with Jungkook sitting on his bed with his head down, hair messed up, and a tear-stained face.  Walking over to sit down beside him. You question,

“What's bothering you, Kookie?”, looking at him while he looks down at himself.

“I just—I fuck up everything, Y/N…” he breathes. “I don't know what happened; she and I planned this out 2 weeks ago,” he sniffles. “We were going to go to her favorite restaurant since she is a very picky eater, and I wanted her to enjoy her food. I texted her this morning and 2 days ago, making sure the plan was still on. She was so positive and had nothing indicating that she'd ghost me.

He expresses, frustratedly, “I don't fucking understand why every time I find somebody I'm interested in; they play with me… I know I'm not the best-looking guy out there, but I am not an asshole…” He sighs, trying not to tear up.

"Am I ugly?” he says more to himself before laughing in disbelief. “Must be ugly, you can't even get a girlfriend, Jungkook. Of course you're ug-”

“Jungkook, shut the fuck up,” you raise your voice, interrupting his spiral.

“Look, I know how hard it's been for you to get into a relationship,"

remembering all the times Jungkook has been in this exact position with different women who did him dirty.

“But you are not ugly, Jungkook. If anything, those women who can't see how awesome you are. They are the ugly ones. You're smart, handsome, sweet, and funny; you're the full package, Jungkook. You're nothing less than that.’

You say to him, expecting him to look at you, but when he doesn't move an inch, you decide to cradle his face in your palm, forcing him to meet your eyes.

When he does his big doe orbs, you love so much are filled with hurt and confusion, making you weak. "You. Are. Not. The. Issue,” you say to him, leering into his eyes, making sure he sees that you're serious. Jungkook meets yours. Gazing at you like his life depends on it.

‘Do you really mean that?" Jungkook exclaims. His voice dropped a little deeper.

“Of course, Koo—“

Before you can finish what, you were saying, Jungkook cuts you off with a slow kiss. Being surprised you don't reciprocate immediately, but once you realize what is happening, you kiss him back. The kiss continues to be innocent until Jungkook's tongue slips out, trying to deepen it. Starting to get more heated when you open your mouth, allowing him entrance. Running your hands through his hair as you straddle him. Hips planted right onto his thighs.

Not breaking the kiss, Jungkook lets his hand wander and caress your waist, waiting for your approval to do more. Breaking it so he can breathe, Jungkook looks at you with so much fire in his eyes, you feel it burning inside you.

" Can I touch you?” he needily asks, biting his lip after. Nodding, you go to kiss him again. 

He hums into the kiss and runs his hand under your shirt fondling with your bra.

“Let me take this off,” he says against your lips, playing with your bra clasp.

"Do whatever you want Koo” you respond out of breath.

Jungkook grabs your shirt pulling over your head

“You're so fucking hot,” he says. Before diving into your neck, placing hot kisses.

He smiles against your skin and travels down your chest to your boobs, sucking them through your bra.  Whining feeling yourself gets wetter and wetter with each passing minute.

‘Kookie…stop teasing, please," you moan desperately. 

He gladly listens and takes his arm around you to unclasp your bra. Once he does, he doesn't hesitate to put his mouth against your right nipple, sucking and lulling around it like it's a lollipop. Dropping your head on his shoulder, you start grinding down on his obvious bulge. Jungkook's breath catches at the feeling moaning against your skin.

“I need to taste you,” he murmurs. Pulling away from his neck, you regard him.

“As much as I want that,” you say, slowly climbing off him to slide in between his legs. 

“I think you need some reassurance, Koo”. 

“Fuck” Jungkook whispers under his breath watching as you Pull his pants and boxers down, his dick flings out standing hard and long precum leaking from it.

He sighs in relief, looking at you as you wrap your hand around his dick, giving it a long lick from the base to the tip. His head immediately rolls back, and his hand goes to your head, just sitting there, not pushing. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck hard, swirling your tongue around it before slipping your tongue through his slit. He moans out at the feeling.

‘Y/nnnnnnn,” he drags out.

You answer around him, humming and pushing him deeper inside your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. Gagging around him, you pull away for a split second and do it repeatedly, pushing him deeper each time.

‘’Ahh,’ he moans out, head looking towards the ceiling, trying so hard not to push your head further.

Once you Pull off his dick and go for his balls, sucking and licking them. He couldn't stop himself from moaning uncontrollably at the feeling.

Stuttering, he says, ‘B-baby, I'm going to cum if you don't stop,’ looking down at you with his needy doe eyes.

You off, jerking him off.

“I'm not stopping until you realize how perfect you are.”

He moans in response as you sink deeper onto him until your nose touches his pelvis. He gets overwhelmed with how good you feel and accidentally rocks into your mouth, making you gag and pull off.

‘Shit, I'm sorry, pretty,’ Jungkook says, looking down at you, coddling your face with his hand.

‘It's okay, handsome,’

he shyly smiles at your compliment before you go back down on him. Picking up your pace, making him hit your throat. He outright moans at the feeling, chanting,

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Feeling more and more precum seep out into your mouth, you can tell he's getting closer to his release. Still not being pleased with him, you hop off the second you hear his moans increase in pitch, indicating he's about to come. He whines submissively.

‘Why'd you stop?’ breathlessly and hungry for a release.

"Say you're handsome,’ you tell him, jerking him off and looking up at him with dominance.

He groans at your words, feeling his dick get sensitive to touch because of the edging.

“Do I have to???” he cries out. 

Shrugging, you pull your hand away altogether: “Not unless you want to come,” you tell him. 

‘Fuuuck, fine…… ‘I'm handsome,’ Jungkook says not convincingly.

You start rubbing him again, but not how you know he wants you to. He groans in annoyance. ‘I’m handsome,’ he says again with a little bit more trust, but not enough.

"Not convincing me, kookie,” you apprise.

‘I'm handsome, I'm handsome, I'm handsome,’ he chants,

making you smile as you push him into your mouth for the last time, sucking him hard until he falls back onto the bed, eyes roll back, back arched as he comes in your mouth. He comes so much and so hard that his veins in his arms pop out. You continue to suck him off through his orgasm until he physically begs you to stop because he's too overstimulated.

  Popping off him and licking your lips, you sit back with your hands behind you, looking at him. Jungkook is breathing heavily, eyes blown out, looking at you sitting there so innocent and pretty, like you didn't just make him see God himself. He huffs in disbelief.

“You're an evil lady," he jokes.

Laughing alongside you. He leans forward, pulling you onto his bed, making you rest with him. He grabs his blankets and pulls them over both of you. Holding you tight with your face buried into his chest. 

Breath evening out, date long forgotten. You and your best friend end up falling asleep in each other's arms. Legs tangled together, snoring like no other.

❣The End

#First fanfic kind of nervous

[borathae]

Breakfast Served | MYG x f.Reader x JJK

“You and Yoongi like to start your morning early, while Jungkook loves to sleep in. Which is perfect because it means that you can wake him up with breakfast in bed. With Jungkook being the breakfast, of course.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jungkook

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Domestic Fluff, Smut

Warnings: the coziest morning ever, they are the cutest and hottest throuple ever, soft Dom but very hungry!Yoongi, switch!Reader, subbiest!Kook, cuddly & horny!Yoongi, neck licking & biting, he eats her out on the couch for breakfast, then they decide to wake koo, blowjob (koo receiving), ball sucking & fondling, at one point he hisses at her hahaha, but then they share his dick & balls, deep throating, nipple play & sucking, anal fingering, koo has sensitive nipples, and a sensitive dick, and a sensitive hole, and a sensitive body, koo = sensitive babyboy, lots of drool, subby boy tears, praise, loving dirty talk, begging, multiple intense orgasms, prostate & nipple orgasms too ofc, cum & squirt swallowing, the softest aftercare, koo is deep in subspace, whenever i think of this throuple i vibrate

Wordcount: 6.1k

a/n: yet again, this is an idea by one of you for kinktober24. the person wanted them to wake koo with oral <3 you besties really came through with your ideas :') i fucking love this throuple so much you have no idea. also this header is my baby fr ps: i listened to sex music and had gael audios in another tap and let me tell you, this beamed me into another dimension of delulu craze fadsfj i need to bone yoonkoo fr

Yoongi took you and Jungkook on a trip again. Of course he did because spoiling his two loves rotten is his biggest joy in life.

This time around, he didn’t pick such a hot place for Jungkook’s sake. The poor man had a hard time on the last throuple trip, spending most of his vacation next to a fan or in the water. Yoongi didn’t want this life again and so he chose Busan for this trip's destination. The outskirts of Busan to be more exact where the city blends into the seaside and life is just a little calmer. Jungkook really loves it because he can take you around the town he grew up in. You and Yoongi love it as well. The Korean countryside is beautiful in the spring.

Yoongi was already out of bed when you woke up and Jungkook slumbered deeply enough that not even an explosion could have woken him, so you decided to get up and seize the day.

Yoongi rented a hanok for your holiday stay. The kitchen was located on the other side of the three square house. You go to the bathroom first then head straight to the kitchen. The scent of coffee and breakfast greets you and as you cross the corner, the view of Yoongi in comfortable clothing meets your eyes. Grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. The sweatpants are just baggy enough to hug the right spots and the t-shirt is just tight enough to really accentuate his figure. His hair is unstyled, but tied into a messy bun. He has his back turned to you. 

Feeling cheeky, you decide that today is finally the day you will get your revenge for all the times he scared you in the past. You tiptoe to him. Any second now. Oh, you can’t wait to scare him. One. Two. 

“You know that I’ve been able to hear you the moment you got out of bed, right?” Yoongi stops you.

“Not cool, you’re a total party pooper”, you whine, sagging your shoulders. 

Yoongi chuckles, turning around. He pulls you in those last few steps and kisses your neck.

“It was a good attempt though. I loved the effort you put into sneaking. It was adorable.”

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you anymore”, you grumble, nudging his chest. 

“A shame, ‘cause I’d have told you how fucking cute you are in the morning”, he rasps and squeezes your butt playfully. 

You huff out air and pout, frowning. 

“Fine okay, okay”, he gives up in a laugh. “Leave again and I’ll pretend that I can’t hear you.”

“Haha funny, you stinker.”

He snickers, leaning in to nibble on your neck, “you’re the stinker. With your morning breath.”

“Wow, shut up. Way to ruin my confidence and totally annihilate any chance of feeling attractive”, you complain in a disbelieved laugh, trying to wrestle him off of you. 

Yoongi however doesn’t accept it, pushing you against the kitchen counter. His right hand is grasping your hip, his left hand is cradling the nape of your neck. 

“You’re attractive. You drive me fucking crazy”, he purrs and deepens the intensity of his neck kisses to the point where you can’t decide whether you want to giggle from giddiness or straight up moan.

“Yoongi, this is…ahm…” You shiver. “Yoongi…”

“Crazy. Hear me? Fucking crazy”, Yoongi says, grazing his fangs over your skin without piercing it. 

His love bites are very effective, soon making you whine and shudder. 

“Stop it, please. It’s a lot”, you plead, lifting your shoulders to your ears shyly. 

“Mhm, sorry. You’re just so cute”, he purrs and pecks your cheek. He steps back, turning to the breakfast.

“You can’t do that. My neck is tingly now”, you whine, tracing the spots he kissed.

“I can do what I want.”

He makes your heart race. He seems to be hungry this morning and that means he is clingy. You fucking love when he’s in such a mood. You slap his butt because it looks really good in the sweats.

“Hey”, he complains, but stays unbothered otherwise.

“I’ll get you one day, rest assured and then you’ll see what being a tease gets you.”

“Good luck trying” he is chuckling, “but if you do, I’ll give you a medal.” 

“Good. Be prepared to give me a big one.”

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. You round him so you can prepare tea. He sneaks love drunk glances at you. It is still such a gloomy morning, but you are glowing regardless. At least in his eyes you are. You light up this foggy, grey day and his world in the process.

“Did you sleep well, princess?”

“I did. I love the bed here, it’s so cozy.”

“It is.”

“And you? I didn’t hear you wake up.”

“I slept well too. I was already at the market. I hope you like mackerel for breakfast. I’m making something traditional.”

“This sounds amazing. Thank you for cooking, my love.”

“It’s nothing. Is Kook still sleeping?”

“Like a dead person, pun intended. A building could collapse next to him and he wouldn’t wake up.” 

“Well, I guess we just have to eat breakfast without him then.” 

“Yes please, because I’m starving and I can’t wait till one for him to wake up.”

“You think he’s gonna sleep in again?”

“I mean, he was the one who stayed up till six again. I noticed when he crawled into bed and then instantly passed out. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sleeps in again.”

“Right. What a rascal. I wonder what he does all night.”

“Probably the same things you do when you get up at, like, five.”

Yoongi laughs, “you’re very wrong for this. I woke up at six thirty today and then stayed in bed till seven.”

“Wow, you really treated yourself today, didn’t you?” 

“Just sit down and let me serve you breakfast, you fucking flirt”, he says and slaps your butt.

“Ah, hey. I wasn’t even flirting.”

“Yeah you were. Don’t tell me that the cute bickering you’re doing isn’t flirting.”

“You were the one who basically munched on my neck.��

“See?” He growls playfully, pulling you close to nibble on your jawline. “Bickering. Drives me crazy.” 

“Yoongi please…I can’t stay normal when you kiss me like this…”

“I don’t see a problem here.”

“Well I do”, you laugh, fleeing him with minimal effort, “I’m hungry and when I’m hungry, I get cranky.”

“Right. Sorry.” He steps back. “Sit down, I’m bringing the food.” 

You sit down with wobbly knees because he really gets you hot today. Yoongi is an affectionate person, even if he always says that he isn’t, but today he is different. He normally never touches your butt as often as he did and he is also not as obviously smitten for you to the point where he seems needy.

It makes you hot to be frank.

To make matters even more obvious, he hugs you from the back after serving your breakfast. Which he literally never does. 

“Enjoy it, my princess”, he whispers, kissing your neck. 

He breaks away and sits down opposite of you, resting his chin on his hands to gaze at you. 

“Are you horny?” you ask him.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re acting really clingy today.”

“Am I not allowed to?”

“Of course you are. It’s just not like you.”

“I’m never horny. You and Kook are always the ones horny and I gotta take care of it.”

You laugh, “you’re such a bullshitter, it’s insane.”

Yoongi grins boyishly, fluttering his lashes.

“You’re definitely horny”, you mumble and begin eating the delicious breakfast. It is very delicious. Yoongi is such a great cook.

“Would it be so bad if I was?” he asks, studying you with a giddy heart. He loves watching you eat the food he meticulously prepared for you. It fills him with so much joy to know that you are eating well. 

“No, I’m just wondering why. You rarely get like this.”

“I’m happy”, he confesses and smiles softly, “I woke up this morning and you were in my arms and Kook was there too. The sun was out when I walked the streets. I greeted people, it was nice. And it just hit me. I’m happy.”

“You liked the sunlight? And talked to people?”

“Mhm, it was nice.” Yoongi furrows his brows. “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“I’m just happy, my love. Seeing you healed, makes me so happy for you”, you reach over the table to hold his hand. He instantly gives your hand a squeeze, smiling prettily.

“I never believed you when you talked about how I’ll get it one day. I thought it was bullshit, that I won’t feel different when I’m healed. But I get it now and I look back at myself and, fuck, I was so mentally broken. It’s insane that I was this person once.”

“Oh Yoongi, you. I just have to give you a hug”, you gush, hurrying to him to squeeze him against you. “I’m so happy for you and so proud. Healing takes a lot of work, I’m so proud of you.”

Yoongi hums, snuggling into you with his eyes closed.

You kiss his head before you return to your spot. You pick up the chopsticks, digging into the delicious food he made.

“Also, breakfast is amazing. It’s insane.”

“That’s good. Eat a lot, princess.”

You wash up after breakfast while Yoongi cleans the kitchen.

He is still at it when you return.

“I like this shower, it has nice water pressure.”

Yoongi glances over at you, eyes getting caught at the view of you. Comfortable clothes, no makeup on and hair so effortlessly sexy. And you have never been more beautiful to him. Fuck, he is so into you.

“Now you pots, my enemies, I will clean you so good”, you say and put on the dishwashing gloves to get busy. 

You don’t get very far. Yoongi hugs you from behind, slipping his hands under your shirt and kissing your neck. He rolls his hips against your ass, fingertips running over your skin greedily.

“I see someone’s still horny”, you chuckle, letting it happen gladly.

“Not horny. Happy. And hungry”, he flicks his tongue over your neck, eliciting a sigh from you.

You press back into him, shuddering when he grips your hips to guide them against his crotch. He isn’t hard, but fuck it feel so good to have him move you like this.

“You’re hungry? Why didn’t you eat breakfast too?”

“Cause it’s not what I want.”

“What do you want then?”

“You”, his voice quivers as he speaks, showing you the urgency of his situation.

“Me?” You sigh out.

“Yeah. Please, can I have breakfast now?”

“You want me for breakfast?” you are acting oblivious on purpose to get him desperate.

“Yes, you.” He licks your neck, purring deeply. It melts you.

“Like. Metaphorically?”

“Don’t act daft”, he warns, giving your hips a warning squeeze.

You chuckle, “fine, you can”, you sigh, barely feeling normal.

“You make me the happiest man”, he says and turns you so he can pick you up and carry you to the living room couch. 

Moments later you taste his needy kiss while his big hands feel you up urgently. Not far into the future and you are missing your panties while Yoongi is buried under your shirt to mouth at your tits.

The sun suddenly blinds you, shining directly onto your sweaty, pleasure glowing face. You peel your heavy eyes open, seeing blurry for a while because Yoongi made your eyes go cross. He is still going at it, keeping it exciting for you by switching it up. All he wants is to taste your body. He is happy exploring every inch of you. Currently however, he is on your pussy again, lapping up the masses of sweet pleasure you are leaking. His left hand grips your waist and keeps you pinned. He has two fingers of his right hand buried inside you, massaging your sensitive g-spot.

The phone is next to you. You fish for it and unlock it to check the time.

“Oh god Yoongi, it’s ten past one.”

He lifts his head, staring at you with ruby eyes.

“You’re on your phone? Now? When I do all this?” he sounds offended.

“Just wanted to check the time because I suddenly have sunlight on my face.”

“Mhm, just close your eyes”, he lulls, taking your clit between his lips to suck.

“You’re not helping”, you laugh.

Yoongi purrs and sucks more aggressively, curling his fingers inside you as he does, in his attempt to shut you up.

“Ah. Fuck. Yoongi, this is…” You grip his hair and twist, losing yourself a moment later.

You moan his name, arching your back. It doesn’t lose its charm. No matter how many fucking times Yoongi throws you over the edge, it won’t ever stop feeling good.

The problem however with Yoongi is that he is a Glutton (pun intended) and he can’t accept when this good starts to feel like too much. So when you tug on his hair to stop him, he grumbles in distaste, trying to steal more licks.

“Please Yoongs, I can’t go anymore”, you whine, squirming away.

“Sorry”, he murmurs, kissing his way to your lips along your bared body, “sorry, is hard to stop. You okay?” 

“Yeah, just don’t go near my clit again.”

He chuckles, mouthing at your jawline.

“You’re so yummy. Sorry. Oh god, I want more.”

“Seriously, you’re so greedy.”

“More. Please”, he begs so sweetly, giving you puppy eyes.

“No, sorry. I genuinely can’t go again”, you say and caress his cheeks. They are covered in black veins because you really have him feeling needy.

“Fuck.”

“But what if you feed on Koo?”

“Koo?”

“Mhm. It’s already so late and he loves being woken up with sex. I bet you’d get so much out of it.”

Yoongi moans, melting in your palms.

“You like this idea?”

“I do, but only if you do it with me.”

“Oh trust me, I will.”

“Come. Come”, he insists and drags you off the couch with him.

You follow him with a whined chuckle, “please, I’m sensitive. You need to take my poor pussy into consideration.”

“We’re almost there.”

“You’re not helping.”

Jungkook’s situation hasn’t changed much except that he is now conveniently laying on his back and he kicked a pillow to the ground. His snores seem to be louder as well, which the bent angle of his neck would explain.

“Sometimes I wonder if he is actually comfortable”, Yoongi says.

“He definitely sleeps in very unique positions” you agree. 

“Mhm. Doesn’t matter”, Yoongi pulls you into a kiss, reminding you of what truly counts. 

You fall into the moment deeply and soon you find yourself pinned down on the bed with Jungkook slumbering beside you and Yoongi on your neck. 

“I want you. I fucking want you”, he is whispering, voice contorted in hunger and need. “Not enough. More. I want more.”

“Kook’s right there, baby”, you sigh.

Yoongi purrs deeply and slips off you. He inches closes to Jungkook in a predator like way, eyes sharp and piercing and mouth parted to give view of his dripping fangs. 

He climbs his lap and slides his hands under his head. It flops up and down as Yoongi pulls him closer, lying in his palms. 

Yoongi mouths at Jungkook’s jawline, eyes dark in hunger. He is so tender and yet his need is obvious. His arms are tense because he physically has to restrain himself from lashing out. If he lets go just a little bit, he would crush his skull or pierce his neck. 

“He smells so good”, Yoongi purrs then drags his wet tongue down Jungkook’s neck. He moans, eyelids fluttering and hips twitching on his lap. 

Jungkook reacts with a quiet grunt and his right hand coming up to swipe Yoongi away. He scratches his neck afterwards, but is keeps sleeping. 

Yoongi doesn’t let it stop him. Of course not. He skips Jungkook’s torso and goes straight for his cock. Well, sort of. First he needs to take off his clothes. 

He struggles with it, which ends in you having to take over. 

“How about you hold his hips up and I take them off?” 

He meets your eyes, panting and drooling and yet he seems so smitten with you. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, then let’s do it.”

Together, your sweet love is undressed quickly and Yoongi can satisfy his unbearable hunger. He pushes Jungkook’s legs apart and kneels down between them. His big hands claim his dainty waist.

“Let me help you”, you offer and hold Jungkook’s soft and adorable cock so Yoongi can take him inside. 

Oh how he does. He takes him inside completely, including your fingers because why the hell not. He eagerly suckles, eyes closing in bliss and fingers squeezing Jungkook’s waist. 

The sleeping man seems to feel what is happening to him, but sleep is still too strong to release him. His throat produces the smallest of sounds and his fingers twitch next to his neck. 

You look back at Yoongi’s mouth. His lips are so pink and puffy, closing around Jungkook’s dick and your fingers easily.

He is so warm inside. And wet. And soft.  

“Is this helping?” you ask him, running your unoccupied hand through his messy hair. It is needless to mention that you managed to open his bun by now. Which isn’t a problem because it meant that you have to hold his hair back as he sucks cock and this is fucking hot. 

Yoongi answers your question with a low hum and a nod of his head. Jungkook’s breath trembles and his cock hardens, but he still continues to sleep. 

Yoongi moans, swirling his tongue around Jungkook’s swelling tip. He tastes so sweet and amazing, it’s exactly what he needs.

Jungkook whimpers. Just once. Nothing else because he is still sleeping. 

“You look so sexy with his cock in your mouth.” You move your fingers in his mouth. “And my fingers.”

Yoongi purrs, slipping off Jungkook’s cock just to kiss you. He does it sloppily and almost just a little nasty. It is wet and messy and feeds you the taste of Jungkook’s cock. Which is a good taste because your lovers actually clean themselves thoroughly. 

You barely even managed to figure out his rhythm and he is already gone again, back to sucking cock. Slightly dizzy, you catch yourself again, gulping down what he fed you.

“God baby, I wanna taste him too. Let’s share him”, you lull. 

Yoongi shakes his head. 

“Excuse me?” you snicker, “no?”

“O”, he mumbles, greedily stuffing his mouth with cock so he can hoard all of it for himself.

“Rude, you’re taking all of it for yourself”, you are teasing him, lowering yourself to playfully nudge him away.

Yoongi slips off and hisses at you like a cat, startling himself with it. He even shows you his fangs and scrunches his nose.

“Hey”, you complain, nudging his chin, “no hissing.”

His eyes switch back to human and widen. He looks shocked by what he did.

“Sorry.”

You snicker, “you’re never beating the cat allegations.”

“Shut up”, he mumbles shyly and hides away in Jungkook’s balls. This is his way of showing you that he is not going to be food aggressive anymore. How adorable.

“God, love. You’re so cute.”

“Shut up”, the words reach your ears distorted because he is nuzzled deep – fucking deep – in Jungkook’s balls. His nose is completely hidden and his mouth is covered by the angle. Yoongi seems to be in paradise, sniffling and groaning as he gets high on Jungkook’s smell. 

“So hot, I love when you’re like this”, you confess and take what he leaves for you. 

You spit on your own palm and wrap your hand around Jungkook’s cock. Yoongi’s feast already managed to give him a good amount of swelling and you want to get him fully there in your mouth. You keep your touch focused on his base, switching your gaze between Yoongi getting his high from Jungkook’s balls and sweet Jungkook getting more and more worked up.

He is already breathing so heavily and his brows are scrunched. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his delicate fingers twitch whenever you rub your thumb over his swollen vein.

“He’s breathing so heavily”, you let Yoongi know and sink Jungkook’s cock into your mouth. 

The next few moments are religious. They truly are. To share Jungkook’s sweet cock with Yoongi is a meditative and spiritual experience. He is completely gone in the blissful embrace of his high, eyes constantly closed unless he wants to gaze at you. Which only gets him higher and droopier. And in return, you feel dizzy and fuzzy because Jungkook leaks the most intoxicating pleasure. 

Yoongi flutters his eyes open again, meeting your mesmerised gaze. Like he already did once, he gives in to the pull and tongue kisses you with Jungkook’s tip between your mouths. 

This isn’t the first time this is happening, but it still is so much more intense. You and he are drooling, letting it wet Jungkook’s pretty shaft and plumb balls. One of each your hands is on his cock and balls. You jerk him while Yoongi fondles his balls. And your other hands try to pull the other closer. You have it on Yoongi’s cheek, while Yoongi has his’ on the back of your head, pushing you closer and closer because he is in a state of total lightweightedness.

Jungkook is restless by now, hanging onto sleep by a threat. His nipples are so pointy and swollen, his chest is covered in flushed spots and his neck is slightly flushed as well. How cute it is that his honey skin goes a little pink if only you work him up properly. 

But if you are being honest, waking him up has become unimportant to you and Yoongi. This is an act of selfish gluttony. You and he are doing this for yourselves, using Jungkook’s sweet body for your own greed. 

And the greed doesn’t want to stop. Yoongi is manic, breaking the kiss and letting you taste his words.

“My fingers keep grazing his hole. I wanna be inside him.” 

“I bet he’ll like it”, you encourage him.

“Princess…” he lulls, eyelids heavy and lips parted as he breathes in defeat. He is helpless, needing you to release him of his suffering.

“I’m getting the lube”, you say with a peck to his lips.

You sit up while Yoongi instantly takes Jungkook’s cock inside, moaning in bliss because he gets to have him after you did and that thought is like ecstasy to him. He slips him in until his lips sit at the base and his throat is bulging. There is no gag reflex, no need to adjust. Yoongi is cock drunk, gurgling on his swollen length happily.

“I love the noises you are making. God, Yoongi you should see Kook right now. His face is scrunched so prettily.”

Yoongi merely stretches out his hand, asking for lube this way.

“Okay fine, message received you greedy baby”, you tease him and smear a very healthy amount of lube on his middle and ring finger. Yoongi prefers these two fingers when he fingers someone. Unless they get really horny, then he likes including his pointer finger as well. For now two fingers are enough however.

You watch him because one of your biggest turn-ons is watching your lovers have sex. It gets you so fucking wet.

Yoongi slips off Jungkook’s cock so he can see what he is doing. He keeps his left hand around it, massaging it while he traces his pretty rim.

“He’s so soft”, his voice is coarse and deep, “and so relaxed.”

“I bet you can just slip in.”

He tries, biting his lower lip and scrunching his nose as he nods his head to let you know that he can indeed just slip it in.

“Fuck Yoongi, this is so hot”, you confess, blind to the way sweet Jungkook is writhing and fighting sleep.

Oh poor sweet Jungkook, how forgotten he is by you and Yoongi. How he is just a pretty body with pretty spots to play with. How greedy you and Yoongi truly are.

“I want him so bad”, Yoongi croaks and lowers himself back to his cock to bury him in his throat again. He purrs deeply, curling his fingers deep inside Jungkook’s warm walls.

Jungkook’s noises finally hit your ears again and so you turn to look at him.

“Aw he is so pretty. Gosh”, you coo, cradling his cheeks to caress them softly, “keep going, Yoongi love, he’s almost awake.”

Encouraged by your words, Yoongi makes it his job to wake his sweet boy. He concentrates his feast on Jungkook’s first few inches, licking and sucking them while he pumps his curled fingers in and out of his ready hole. He tries not to concentrate on how it feels to have his rim squeeze his fingers or how nice it feels to have it move and stretch around him. Just as he tries not to concentrate on his sweet taste and how heavenly he throbs on his tongue. If he concentrates too much on any of these things, he will go feral and therefore greedy. He can’t be greedy again, he needs his sweet boy to wake up. He needs to do this for him, not for his own gluttony.

Jungkook whimpers and gasps, eyelids fluttering more and more as his situation gets harder and harder to ignore.

“I know baby, I know. Wake up, that’s it baby, wake up”, you talk to him in a soft whisper, caressing his face. “I think he’s in the belief that he’s dreaming. His eyes are racing behind his lids”, you give Yoongi updates, making him purr around your boy’s sweet cock. This is too much for Jungkook.

He moans loudly, waking up with an arch of his back. He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze. 

“___? ah-ah” he shudders, looking down at the reason for the intense pleasure. “Yoongi? Oh god. Ah.” 

He whimpers, dropping his head and parting his lips. He grips the sheets, throbbing inside Yoongi’s warm mouth.

“Love, he is awake.” 

Jungkook gasps and gasps and gasps, trying to make sense of what is happening to him. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is purring like crazy which sends vibrations through his cock.

“Good morning, sweetie”, you talk to Jungkook, playing with his hair while your other hand traces circles on his pecs, “we thought that it’s about time you wake up.”

Yoongi agrees in a purr, sucking the living soul out of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook mewls desperately, gripping the pillow for support.

“Ah yeah and Yoongi’s really hungry this morning.”

“I..can…feel…”

“Mhm you can. Is this nice for you?”

“Nice. Ah. Nice.” 

Yoongi, encouraged by Jungkook’s sweet sighs, takes in more of him, curling his fingers right against his prostate.

“I….ah…..oh god…” Jungkook reaches down and grips Yoongi’s hair, scrunching his face.

“Yeah, he’s also inside you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jungkook shakes his head vigorously, then presses his hand to his eyes, moaning like such a good boy.

“Keep making those sounds, baby”, you praise and lower your mouth to his nipples, wanting to make him feel eternal.

Quite frankly, Jungkook is still way too sleepy to be able to form words which results in the neediest and most overwhelmed sounds ever. He is made to be noisy, oh how sweet he sounds. Although his voice is relatively deep when he talks, he gets so squeaky when you play with him. Especially in the morning when his body is extra sensitive and his head is fuzzy.

Which only motivates you and Yoongi to do even better. How greedy you truly are. Even now when he is awake, Jungkook isn’t what is truly important but how sweet he sounds for you and Yoongi. His noises are what you need and everything you do is to get more of them. That it feels like actual paradise to Jungkook is nothing but a sweet side effect.

“I have to cum.”

He soon realises just how little he matters right now when he climaxes deep down Yoongi’s throat and it doesn’t slow him down. He soon realises what fate is his’ when the pleasure turns into overstimulation and Yoongi keeps going. He has to accept his situation when all the whining and squirming doesn’t get him a break, only Yoongi’s left hand around his waist and your leg thrown over it so you can pin him down together.

So he breathes to try and get through the burn. He breathes and makes sounds and grips the pillow because it hurts so much and Jungkook loves when it does.

He swears that his nipples might start leaking if you continue what you are doing, just as he fears that he might squirt down Yoongi’s throat because his cum only made Yoongi rougher.

“Fuck, please”, he gets out breathily, following it with an agonised whimper and a helpless squirm.

His creamy cum is covering his balls and parts of Yoongi’s hand. He knows that Yoongi does it on purpose. He can clean cock very well and if he is leaving a mess, it’s on purpose. This is to safe something for later. This is to keep his scent close, just as much as it is to remind him that he is Yoongi’s.

“Please, I have to cum again, please.”

Again, it doesn’t matter what this does to him. This is Yoongi’s feast and you are his accomplice. Jungkook is to climax and fill his lover’s tummy with his seed and he has to accept the fact that it won’t stop afterwards.

But it hurts so much. He is so sensitive.

“Please”, he begs, voice getting louder and louder because his own helplessness is stronger than the sleepiness. If he doesn’t get you and especially Yoongi to slow down, he will actually squirt in his mouth. Yoongi is pressing down right on his prostate too and his bladder is still so filled from sleep, Jungkook fears the mess he is going to make if this continues.

“Please, I’m sensitive please.”

He grips you, dimpling your arms where his fingers touch. It’s his last resort. His nipples are throbbing and wanting to burst and his lower body is both numb and unresponsive but also overstimulated and overactive.

“___ please help me”, he begs you, “please, I’m here. Please hear me, please.”

You slip off his nipples, letting your drool drip down on them. You straddle his waist and intertwine your hands with him.

“I hear you, babyboy.”

“I’m gonna squirt, please.”

“Okay, and?”

Jungkook sobs at the realisation. You don’t give two fucks about his situation. You don’t fucking care that Yoongi’s fingers in his ass feel like actual paradise while his mouth around his cock feels like torture. You don’t fucking care because you want him to make a mess.

“Don’t cry, babyboy.”

“It hurts.”

“Hush, give in to it. Give in and you’ll feel so good”, you coo and slip off him again to continue your feast. You keep his other nipple stimulated with your fingers, changing between them whenever you feel them throb.

Jungkook cries softly, writhing under you and curling his toes. Ever since he told you about his problem, Yoongi seems to be meaner than ever. He uses the cummy mess Jungkook made to bury his pointer finger in his ass right next to his other two fingers. The stretch is everything Jungkook needs which makes it so mean. Why is he so out on giving Jungkook so much pleasure? Why is he making him feel so good when he knows that it will end in Jungkook losing control over himself?

“Why are you doing this to me? Please, I’m sorry, please.”

Yoongi’s thumb presses against Jungkook’s taint. It’s like his prostate gets stimulated from inside and out, gaining in sensitivity because when his nipples get sucked, the pleasure goes straight to his prostate. And right now, you are having a feast with his dainty nipples, ruining him to his breaking point.

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook wails in a broken voice, losing control over his own body a second later. He mewls and sobs, voice sounding so strained and exhausted to produce a sound. He kicks and shakes, messing up the sheets in more ways than one.

Not that Yoongi allows a lot of the mess to spill. He is a master in cleaning cock after all and it is finally time to show off his skill. He slurps up every single droplet Jungkook offers him against his will, helping him release with hungry sucks. The kind of sucks that are so intense Jungkook fears that Yoongi might suck the soul out of him if he continues.

And the true agony is that he has no idea what feels the best. The prostate orgasm, the nipple orgasm or that one with his cock. It’s so fucking unfair that you and Yoongi give him all of them at the same time and he just has to take it eventhough it feels so, so overwhelmingly good.

“Please, you have to stop. I can’t go anymore”, he begs, voice broken just as much as his body is broken. He tugs on your arm, tries to tug on Yoongi’s hair. “Please I can’t anymore, please.”

To his actual surprise, it works. You lift your head with a happy purr, lips puffy and wet from your feast. His nipples are so swollen and bruised from what you did, the skin around them is a deep red. Yoongi follows a second later, slipping of him with a satisfied moan. He throws his head back aggressively enough to get his dirtied hair out of his face and slips his fingers out of Jungkook’s tensed hole. It makes his legs twitch as it happens and the tingles which remain are warm. Yoongi licks his fingers clean, running the same fingers through his hair afterwards as he joins your side.

So now you and he are towering over him, so obviously high from your feast and completely enamoured by him.

The view of you and Yoongi combined with the aftershocks of your touches force tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“I can’t anymore”, he whimpers, snotty and sweaty and flushed.

“I know, you’re already done. We just needed you to give Yoongi everything. He’d have been cranky otherwise.” You soothe him, caressing his cheeks and temples, “you understand that, don’t you?”

“You fed me so well, babyboy. I know you were sensitive, but I needed to have you. It wasn’t personal, you know that don’t you?” Yoongi speaks in a loving voice, soothing him by fixing his hair with the fingers he had inside him moments before.

“You understand that, yes babyboy?”

“We need you to understand that, bunbun.”

Jungkook feels like you and Yoongi are trying to manipulate him, mess with his mind, get him under your shared control. And it’s ecstatic. He falls in the warm, fuzzy headspace you create, floating on cloud nine.

“I understand”, he lulls, eyelids suddenly so heavy and chest warm.

“Good boy, of course you do”, you praise and lean down to kiss his forehead.

“We’re so proud of you. What a good boy you are”, Yoongi praises and leans down to kiss his tears away.

Jungkook tingles. You and Yoongi are proud of him for understanding. Oh, he loves being manipulated by you and him.

“I feel dizzy”, he gets out, seeking your love by touching you. Or Yoongi. He can’t tell at first until he feels the distinct shape of Yoongi’s lower arm and he knows that it’s him.  

“Let it happen. Just breathe and it’ll go away”, he consoles him, intertwining his hand with him to guide it to his lips and kiss his fingers and knuckles.

“Do you want me to make it better?” you offer.

“How?”

You get comfortable in the right position so Jungkook can snuggle into your bared breasts if he needs it.

He whimpers and puts his arm around you to pull you close. He takes the offer. Of course he does. This is like medicine to him.

“There we go. Relax, babyboy. You’re already done. We’re so proud of you.”

“So proud. You did so well, our good boy”, Yoongi agrees and makes it his job to clean Jungkook’s messy body while you help him come back to reality.

This is it, Jungkook thinks as he enjoys the warm and loving care he receives, this is his life and it’s epic.

[lolabangtan]

sideshow | jjk

You’re a successful cam girl in need of a hot guy with a big cock, and you think you’ve found your match.

Word count: 9k

Warnings: smut, dub-con fantasy.

# cam girl!reader, coffee shop AU, mutual pining, hand job, oral sex (female and male receiving), squirting, face sitting, restraints, unprotected sex, face-fucking, dacryphilia, overstimulation and post-orgasm torture, teasing/degradation, cream pie, cum play, recording kink, dub-con role play, they’re so cute *sobs*

A/N: let’s not ask about this and enjoy it without wondering where the inspiration came from.

You’re always staring at him. When you’re in line waiting for your order, chatting with someone else when he’s nearby, or even when you secretly spot him working as you pass by the window – you’re always staring at Jeon Jungkook.

Your friends mock you for it whenever they get the chance. It’s almost as if you, the sexy, mysterious girl who records herself for a living, having such a silly, wholesome crush on someone was the most amusing thing they’ve ever heard. But a guy like him, so kind and hot and funny, is worth it, and you won’t deny it.

But being honest, they’re right by showing their surprise. You just don’t come off as the kind of girl who’d fall for a guy like him.

Apart from being kind, hot, and funny, Jeon Jungkook is also extremely popular while still being down to earth. An endangered specimen – if there’s ever been one before. He’s got his tattoos, and his adorable dog, and his decent schoolwork managing skills, and his outstanding talent at any sport to ever exist. And in the meantime, you sometimes catch him staring back, so your mind has to work twice as much to fish for an excuse. You just think it’ll be better in the long run.

Because honestly, people always talk. They point at you, make comments, or ask creepy questions. Surely Jeon Jungkook, with his brilliant future, doesn’t want that just because his cock might get hard with one of your videos.

In a way – a stupid, pointless way – you’re always staring at each other.

“You could try and talk to him one day, you know. Maybe then you’ll see there’s literally not a single thought behind those silly doe eyes.”

You can’t help laughing at Seokjin’s words, almost choking on your coffee. “Isn’t that a bit mean? I thought you liked him.”

“And I do!”

“Hm, look at the time.” You check your phone before putting it back into your purse. “I’d better hurry if I don’t wanna keep my sister waiting. We’ll talk later, okay? And I will not approach him just because. I really don’t need any gossip about me.”

Well, you’re just stressed. You need some money for your Spring break trip to the beach, but you aren’t exactly thrifty. Actually, you’re quite the opposite.

So, you’ve come up with an idea: charging for requests and uploading them to your website. The answer from your subscribers was immediate and increasingly positive, with only one problem.

The most voted idea was a POV, which sadly required another person to join you. Someone with a big, nice cock if it’s possible. You’d ask Seokjin, but he’d never let his almost little sister-like friend suck his cock and give him four orgasms in a row. And it’s not something you’d do either in a world where you weren’t desperate.

You’re not going to lie, there’s only one person you’d want to do that video with – and he’s walking out into the backbar right now.

The two of you stop at the same time as you walk past each other. Not noticing his presence next to you, you keep looking at the poster with the newest sweet additions to the menu and sigh with satisfaction at the fact that you’ll be able to keep enjoying your good old butter croissants.

Then you turn around.

“Oh, shit— sorry! God, I’m so clumsy! Let me help you.”

You squat down to pick up the broken pieces of glass scattered on the floor. When you look up, you’re met with the sight of a staring Jeon Jungkook bent in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to repeat.

His lips twitch as if he wanted to say something, but the man keeps quiet as you hand him back his stuff. You can’t help looking down at his muscular arms, covered in black ink. Although Jungkook remains impassive and cool, here you are, practically malfunctioning – while he’s probably wondering why the cam girl hasn’t left yet.

“Just— be careful. Don’t cut yourself.”

He does look like a bunny, now that you think of it. A really hot bunny.

Fucking shit, you can’t help it, can you? To stare, to drool, to picture your hands stroking down his chest, kneading the flesh. You love ripped guys, especially when it doesn’t get over their heads. You’d eat him up in a second, pinky promise.

“Sorry,” you say again, standing up. “I wasn’t looking.”

“Y/N! Are you okay?”

Namjoon rushes up to you, breaking the strange silence between you and Jungkook. He sees the mess and starts to pick up the broken pieces, asking you to step back just in case. With a nod, the youngest offers to go and fetch a broom, and Namjoon thanks him.

Your friend lets out a laugh. “Only with my homeboy, huh?”

“Hm?”

“You only get like this with Jungkookie,” he explains. “The rest of the time, you’re a merciless succubus.”

“Shut up, he’s gonna hear you,” you groan.

Namjoon starts wiping the floor, and you help him by picking up the plastic bag.

“Do you think he likes you back?”

You shrug. “I guess he might be attracted to me, but I don’t think he likes me... in that sense. I don’t care, though – it’s not like we’re a match or something. I’m probably just attracted too.”

Jungkook comes back with the broom and cleans the floor while you look around in a poor attempt to avoid his eyes. You don’t notice the way he looks at you, nor the pent-up frustration with which he grips the stick of the broom, his lips twitching again.

“Well, I, uh— I’ll leave you to it. And sorry again, I wasn’t looking.”

With that, you rush out of the coffee shop and run down the street until you reach the number you were looking for. Taking out your keys, you open the door and walk in, going directly to the second floor.

When you get into the flat, the storm unleashes:

“God, I was so worried! You should’ve told me you’d be running late.”

Like always, visiting your older sister comes with a nagging and a steamy cup of coffee. You’re enjoying both of them sitting in her kitchen.

“You’re exaggerating,” you groan.

“Yeah, sure, it’s not like any of your creepy fans could ever doxx you or something and kidnap you.” With a raised eyebrow, you stare at her over the mug. “Hm, okay, just build the habit of telling me if you’re gonna be late, okay?”

“Okay.”

“So” – she turns around with a grin and leaves her mug in front of you – “who is this Jungkook guy and why haven’t you asked him out already?”

Your face turns a bright red. “How do you know about—? Fucking Jin...”

“Come on, you’re usually bolder. You really like him, don’t you?” At your shrugging, your sister chuckles. “You’re entitled to like people, you know that, right? And hit on them, and ask them out. Just because you had a few bad experiences—”

“It’s just not gonna happen,” you blurt out. “You know why? First, because he’s not remotely interested in me. And second, because I know, I just know how this is going to end if I do,” you continue, your face growing warmer. “And I don’t care about all the nice guys out there because, in the end, they’re all the same; dicks with an excuse of a brain.”

“You want to have sex with him, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah?”

She laughs again. “Then try the opposite! You think he’d only be interested in the shagging? Go shag. And then see if he stays.”

You bury your face in the palms of your hands, thankful for the chilly contact. The skin cools down, and a sigh escapes from your lips.

“What if he says no?”

“Then he doesn’t want to fuck. That’s uncommon for a man so, one point for him.”

Ah, yes, your sister and her logic; it’s utterly stupid and yet, you always fail to rebuke her absurd reasoning. It’s almost a talent, you think. Maybe that’s why she’s a lawyer.

“Well, I do have a plan,” you murmur.

Her eyes brighten immediately. “Then go for it, tiger! He’s super cute, and super hot! Better get your heart broken by a ten if all men suck.”

The coffee shop is almost closing when you arrive; you had asked Namjoon who was closing tonight so, when you heard it’d be him, you rushed out of your sister’s place to get there in time. This is a one-time chance.

You spot him behind the window, wiping a cup.

There’s a sigh coming out from his mouth when the door jingles open. The common frustration of having a last-minute customer.

“Hey.”

“Ah— it’s you,” Jungkook says with a soft voice, and you frown. “I-I mean, I thought you were some annoying random, sorry… I don’t mind making you a coffee.”

Oh, that was nice. Very nice.

You quietly take a seat at the counter. “Thanks.”

“Uh, so…” You’re lucky Jungkook isn’t facing you, turned from you instead as he turns on the coffee machine. Otherwise, he’d notice your red face and the eagerness with which you listen to him as he stutters, “I-it’s pretty late— for a coffee. Do you have to stay up late tonight?”

“Not exactly.”

Finally, Jungkook turns around and hands you the coffee, looking pretty much puzzled.

“I was wondering if you’d like to work with me,” you finally let out, and your chest feels weightless for a second— until you come back to earth and realise that you’ll have to hear an answer.

He’s looking at you in complete silence.

Maybe he really doesn’t know that you’re a cam girl? Maybe he’s just thinking about what your job could be and how could the two of you possibly work together. Or maybe he’s just zooming out, who knows? It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Do you want me to, uh, e-edit a—?” Jungkook gets cut off by his own coughing as his cheeks turn red. “Sorry, edit a video... for you?”

Ah.

Of course he knows.

He knows, so there’s a chance he might have watched one of them. Maybe all of them. Perhaps Namjoon told him about it, or perhaps he thought you looked familiar and asked him. In his mind – and that’s what makes it awkward, and not the fact that he’s probably watched you naked or touching yourself – he knows what you work for, and every single interaction is stained with that.

“Uh— not... Not really.” You don’t notice, but Jungkook holds his breath, and his heart starts beating faster. “It was more along the lines of making one together.”

Your heart is beating fast too.

“Me?”

Well,  I’ve been told that you’ve got a big cock, oh, and because I have a crush on you.

You shrug. “Thought you could use the money, and you do have a nice body— your face wouldn’t show, though.”

“I, uh...”

“Just asking if you were down!” you blurt out then, stepping back. “Of course, it’s up to you. I understand if you’re not comfortable with us, uh, having—”

“I-I get you,” he laughs. Now his face is as red as a strawberry.

In silence, you stand there, waiting for an answer. However, it seems like neither of you is functioning properly at the time, so you clear your throat with your heart clenching painfully in your chest and let out a shaky laugh:

“Of course, it’s too weird, so, uh— forget I said anything. Thank you for considering it, have a nice day!”

You rush out of the café, but his voice stops you:

“Wait!”

You turn around and look at him; he looks positively embarrassed, even more than you, although it’s understandable – probably due to the circumstances – so, you wait, breath hitching, for him to continue.

Jungkook looks away. “I— I didn’t say no.”

“You don’t have to give me an answer now,” you rush to clarify. “That’s my number.” You hand him a business card, which he seems too afraid to check. “Call me… if you’re interested. I’ll leave now, thank you for your time. And— uh, nothing. Bye.”

“Bye…”

By the time you leave the coffee shop, your heart is beating so hard that you think it could be a stroke. Your cheeks are boiling hot, and you struggle to walk down to the bus stop while your legs wiggle. You did it, it’d done – you’ve already asked Jeon Jungkook to film an erotic video with you for your page.

You don’t get any signs of life from Jungkook until two days later, at two in the morning.

Namjoon told you that they had met some friends for a drink after closing time, so you’re not surprised that he’s up so late. He also tends to go to bed late when he stays up playing console games.

[Saturday, 2:17 AM] Unknown: Hello, Y/N.

[Saturday, 2:17 AM] Unknown: It’s Jungkook.

[Saturday, 2:18 AM] Unknown: I have been thinking about it and, if the offer still stands, I accept.

Your heart immediately somersaults the glowing letters on your screen. Reality fell on your shoulders, and you finally understood that you would be filming that video with Jeon Jungkook. Maybe you could ask him out on a date later, but it’d be tomorrow’s you’s nuisance to worry about rejection. For the time being, you’re going to get on with the script so that you can send it to him as soon as possible.

[Saturday, 5:43 AM] You: Cool, I’ve attached the script. Just let me know if there’s anything you don’t feel comfortable with or want to change. When are you free?

[Saturday, 5:44 AM] You: Of course, we’ll go through your limits before filming.

Jungkook’s reply doesn’t arrive in time for you to read it; as soon as you’re done with it, you plummet into your bed and fall asleep, totally exhausted.

[Saturday, 5:49 AM] Jeon Jungkook: Looking forward to it!

[Saturday, 5:49 AM] Jeon Jungkook: I mean

Jeon Jungkook has deleted this message

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The bell goes through your head like a nail. Your mouth is dry and your body trembles, but you get up to open the door in the hope that it’s not Jungkook behind it.

After you had sent him the script, it took him a while to answer. Then, after three hours, he only answered ‘okay’ and asked you when you would be meeting. You agreed on the day and time, and here you are, turning the doorknob with your heart beating through your chest.

“Hi, come in.”

You step aside, and Jungkook walks into your small flat; it’s cute and cosy, with the golden light coming in through the windows. His black clothes soak in it as you watch him get comfortable and, for a second, it feels like he’s coming over for a date, just to hang out. It feels nice, that small, minute, short second.

“Want anything to drink?”

“Yes—” Jungkook clears his throat. “Yes, please. Water’s good.”

You come back with two glasses of water and sit in front of him on the couch, determined to calm down your nerves.

“Okay, so, I understand that you read the script, right?” you ask, and he nods instantly, perhaps too quickly. “Uh, so… is there anything you’d like to change? Anything you don’t feel comfortable with?”

Jungkook glances at you only to look away in the blink of an eye. He’s biting his lip again.

“No, hm, everything sounds good so far. I mean— t-there’s nothing I don’t like, like… there’s nothing that turns me… off.” He eventually gets discouraged to keep talking and gulps down the glass of water in front of him. “Sounds good, you know, with the angle you suggested.”

“Nothing at all? Are you sure? I wrote a lot of things.”

He keeps avoiding your eyes. “Yeah, I’m cool with it… And I brought the test results.”

“Good,” you murmur and take the papers as he hands them out to check them. “All clean, that’s good. I’ve got mine too, and I’m on birth control, obviously.”

“Cool.”

“I liked your suggestions for the plot, by the way.” Maybe it’s better to give Jungkook some praise for his effort, that way he will relax a little around you. “A bit wicked— but in a good way. Did you get it from a movie?”

He turns red in a second, and you have to press your thighs together. “N-no, I— it just came to my mind. I can add the effects later.”

You nod slowly and clear your throat.

Once the both of you have gone through every single detail of the script, you’re half turned on, half mortified. It’s almost as if your brain hasn’t fully processed that you will be doing all of this with Jungkook in an hour, or maybe even earlier.

“It’s okay if you’re nervous,” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t come off shaky. “And, well, we can stop at any moment, okay? We’ll just stop everything, no hard feelings.”

“Thank you…”

You give him a robe and show him the bathroom, where he gets changed and washes up only to return to your bedroom; that’s where you record everything, but there is a tarpaulin covering the whole wall, including the window. This way, and with a VPN, you make sure you keep your affairs decently hidden.

You’re also wearing a robe when Jungkook walks in, revealing the sight of your cleavage.

You walk up to him. “All good?” you ask. “Do you want anything? A glass of water? Viagra, or an energy bar?”

Jungkook stares at you, a bit surprised, or taken aback by the joke. You turn around in shame, with an apology on your lips, before you notice the way his cheeks turn red and an amused smile creeps to his own.

“A glass of water’d be great, thanks.”

When you return from the kitchen, you’re also bringing along a bunch of papers. “Here are the test results, I’m all clean. Thank you” – Jungkook hands you his own results, and you skim-read them – “I’m also on birth control, in case I didn’t tell you already, so feel free to, uh…”

“O-okay, gotcha.”

Luckily, he doesn’t make any faces as you shut up, discouraged; why are you acting like an idiot who has no idea what she’s doing? He’s probably regretting it already.

You have prepared the props for filming in your room; your bed, which you insisted on buying with a bar headboard, is already set with the ropes, so all that remains is to tie the victim with them. You’ve done the same with the foot of the bed, as well as the POV camera that’s fitted just above his head. He’s wearing a shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and you’ve put on a shirt that shows your nipples through and a pair of panties that are a bit too small so that your folds are marked.

What can you say: you consider yourself a meticulous creator.

“Okay, so I think everything’s ready. You can lie down now; I’ll take care of the rest.”

When Jungkook is finally lying on the bed, you straddle him to fasten the ties around his wrists and ankles.

It’s weird to feel his warm body beneath you after pining for him for so long; you can feel his thighs tensing and flexing under your ass, how he shifts on the mattress, looking down at your hands and how they skilfully tie him to the bed headboard. His eyes burn wherever they land, you fear you might be getting a bit of stage fright.

“How are you doing?” Jungkook murmurs a ‘good’, looking up at you. “Cool… Then we can get down to business.”

Holding your breath, you lean into him to turn on the camera and, as soon as the red light appears, you realise you’ve been holding it for too long and let out a deep sigh. Time to get into character. Don’t think about it, Y/N.

You look down at him; Jungkook stares back, waiting for you to get on with the script.

Faking a wicked smile, you bend over him and dive on his neck for a kiss, being as loud as possible, slurping and groaning. He shivers beneath you, and you feel yourself already getting turned on just by having him at your mercy like this. After all, this is supposed to be erotic.

Suddenly, Jungkook fixes your knee on his crotch and moves it a bit to the left, taking you by surprise.

“Are you awake, sweetheart?” you ask, pretending you aren’t surprised.

As you wait for a response, you bend down to leave a trail of pecks down his jaw and neck, peppering kisses on his shoulder now, as Jungkook stirs beneath you again.

“Uh… w-where am I?” he asks as he stares down at you with a pitiful frown. “Who are you?”

You let out a giggle. “I was hoping you’d recognise me, but I guess I need to be humbled… I’m the girl of your wet dreams, baby.”

“I-I don’t know what—”

You attack his lips this time, delving for a deep kiss. Jungkook eventually closes his eyes and gives in to your kiss, uttering a meek whimper against your lips and pulling at the ropes to no avail. When you move away, you sit on his crotch, happily surprised.

“Oh, what do we have here? Someone’s waking up, look.”

Before he can say anything, you pinch his tip over his trousers. He twitches again, leaking precum, as you can tell from the way a wet patch appears in the fabric.

“I’m sure it’s small, so tiny I wouldn’t even feel it,” you snicker, “but I’ll use it anyway, maybe as a plug for my butt.”

Jungkook whines, feeling himself getting even harder. “I-it’s not small—”

Honestly, when you dropped by the coffee shop and asked him to work with you on a video, he couldn’t believe it. It had always remained a fantasy, and he feared for a second that someone had ratted him out about his crush on you. ‘Someone’ as in ‘Kim Namjoon’, of course.

Jungkook has spent many hours thinking of different ways to ask you out on a date. Ever since he met you, he’s grown obsessed with you and your personality, charm, beauty, and confidence. When he started to notice you getting shy around him, a small flame of hope lit up inside of him, but why would you be into a guy like him? Yes, he isn’t bad looking, but surely, you’d be more into big, strong, sexual guys, wouldn’t you? Real men who had lots of experience in bed.

On the other hand, Jungkook becomes such a mess every time he’s around you; he drops things, he’s unable to form a coherent sentence, and you never seem to be too interested in talking to him for more than five seconds.

Now, is Jungkook in love with you? Before, he would have denied it, that this was just another crush. But now that he’s so close to you, that he can feel the sweat on your skin, that he’s one with you, he has to ask you out. Otherwise, he’ll never be happy again.

Especially now that the feeling of you straddling his lap and playing with his cock is ingrained in his memory.

“Let me go,” he barks, suddenly remembering that he has a script to follow. “I— I won’t tell anyone if you let me go now.”

You lean into him and stroke his cheek. “Why would I?”

Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, you silence any possible reply from him and kiss him hard against the mattress. Your ass ruts against his cock mercilessly, almost by instinct, eager to feel his whines die in your mouth.

Your hands find their way beneath his shirt. With eager fingers, you brush his nipples and, hearing him whimper, keep pinching them as he stirs, fleeing your touch but at the same time seeking it. You chuckle and tease him for it, and Jungkook can only close his eyes with the genuine wish that he won’t come too soon, or at least before you get the footage you want.

You keep humping his clothed cock, now visibly hard and standing proudly against the fabric of his sweats. Between kisses, you tell him how well he’s doing.

“Let’s make a deal, shall we?” you suddenly say.

Jungkook struggles to peel his eyes open. “W-what deal?”

“If you manage not to cum before me, I’ll let you go,” you continue. “You will be totally free.”

“And— if I do?”

Shit, you forgot about this part. What happened if he came…? You can think of the paragraph and the page, but you really can’t remember the rest of the lines, shit. You totally suck at this—

“I’ll milk your cock dry until you beg me to stop – and only then will I think about it.”

Jungkook stares at you in shock, and for a second, you fear that your impromptu response has gone too far. But then you feel something hard rubbing against your pussy, and you realise that he is unconsciously humping you, twitching and getting bigger and harder.

“You’re fucking nuts,” he cries out.

But you only giggle in response, shoving your hips together as if you were actually riding him. You let out a loud moan, too exaggerated to be true. The constant pressure of your pussy against his crotch makes him arch his back, desperately trying to hold his own whines and grunts to save you the satisfaction of proving you right.

“Look at you! You poor thing,” you exclaim in laughter. “I’m gonna fuck your virgin cock until you pass out.”

Jungkook goes still.

“Oh, thought I didn’t know?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“I—”

You bend down and bite on his neck only to soothe the sting with your tongue. “You thought I didn’t know you’ve never been touched before? You’re popular, but women terrify you, don’t they? You see them and only notice their hard nipples through their shirts and their tight pussies peeking from under their short skirts, and that makes you nervous; if they’re nice to you, you’re not interested. If they’re mean, you spend all day imagining them spanking you or sitting on your face… Don’t lie, you’re a sicko who wants a woman to spit in your mouth and fuck your cute little cock. Do you call them mommy in your fantasies? A mean mommy with a fat ass to hump your pathetic dick and huge tits to suck on.”

“S-shut up,” Jungkook cries out. “Shut up, shut up— you have no fucking idea, y-you don’t know shit—”

“I’d show you my tits and you’d come on the spot,” you laugh.

“S-stop lying!”

“Jesus, you’re gonna burst your pants from how hard you’ve got, sweetheart. And I’m nuts? At least I’m not getting hard just because a girl is making fun of me.”

You start bouncing on his crotch, laughing. The constant pressure of your ass against his cock makes him squirm, spilling out an amusing mixture of insults and plaids for mercy. His cheeks are warm with a blush of embarrassment and arousal.

“No wonder no one has ever touched this cute little cock!” you chirp, finally shoving your hand into his pants. “I bet you spend all day locked in your room, watching porn or hentai or whatever losers like you are into. Fucking into your own hand like a bitch in heat. Thank goodness you live alone, because you would live in constant fear of your mom finding your dirty comics or the huge amount of dry jizz all over your plushies and pillows.”

“I— I always clean up after myself,” he whimpers in the sweetest voice possible, and you wonder if he’s actually being honest.

Time to find out. “Yeah? You don’t fuck into your pillow thinking it’s your crush’s wet pussy and leave it full of your cum with the pathetic feeling that you’re filling her up?” you grunt, getting riled up. The thought of Jungkook wanting to do it to someone else makes your blood boil.

“Y-yes!” Jungkook finally cries out. “Shit, shit— I always fuck my pillow thinking it’s you!”

The woman was too stunned to speak.

“Fuck, it— it always leaks out, I’ve always got so much cum saved up for— for you, mommy. I imagine it’s your pussy I’m filling up, want to milk my cock into your cunt until you’re happy.”

The ache between your legs worsens, and you have to rub your thighs together to ease the pent-up arousal; you’re dripping, could simply sit on his pretty cock and ride him until he’s a crying mess – but this has got way out of hand, you need to get the video back on track.

And you shouldn’t think about why he immediately thought of you when you brought up his crush.

You lean on him and spit on his lips, making him yelp. “Yuck.”

“M-mommy, please—”

“Ugh, shut up.”

Raising your hips off him, you take off your panties; indeed, they are ruined and soaked with your juices. Their only use is to gag Jungkook, and there they go, straight into his mouth.

He has to close his eyes when the scent of your arousal reaches his nose.

It takes him a couple of seconds to process that you’re naked now, at least from the waist down. Only your breasts are covered behind the thin white fabric of your tank top. It’s too small, so the sides of your tits stick out, and the neckline is too wide and barely covers your nipples.

Now, his eyes wander down to your pussy; glistening and dripping wet, Jungkook notices the way you rub your thighs together from time to time.

Kneeling over him, you sit on his chest and lift up your shirt, trying not to care that you’re leaving a trail of your juices across his skin. You’re right on top of the camera, and it really looks like Jungkook’s point of view. So, you grab his head and push it between your tits.

“Slow, dummy babies don’t get to suck on mommy’s boobs, darling. Hurry up.”

His eyes locked with yours, Jungkook opens his mouth to suck on your left nipple as you cradle his head. The contact sends shivers down your spine. Still bound to the bed, he struggles to turn his head and reach closer, eager to flicker his tongue around your sensitive nub.

“That’s it, baby, so good,” you groan.

He shifts to your other breast, and you allow him, too hooked on the pleasure to question his intentions.

Jungkook flicks his tongue with eagerness, hunger, almost desperation. His hips buck into the air, and his restrained cock keeps leaking precum, a wet patch appearing on the fabric. He sucks on your nipple like his life depends on it, unhinging his jaw to reach what he can’t touch.

Shit.

You’ve gone off script enough as it is.

You push him away, and he whimpers. “Well done, sweetheart,” you groan, “but mommy has other plans for you.”

Taking off your shirt, you’re now fully naked on top of him. Jungkook’s eyes roam around your figure and drink it up the sight of your bare body on top of him like it is water and he’s dying of thirst.

It’s time for the good shots, so you turn around so that your dripping folds are right in front of the camara – and right on top of his face, but that’s just a little gift for you. You’re facing his crotch, and with eager hands, you pull down his pants and underwear at the same time, letting his big, red, leaking cock spring up against his stomach. It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, and your mouth waters just at the thought.

Meanwhile, Jungkook has been struggling with the tempting sigh of your pussy right above his head. It tickles his tongue, makes his lips twitch; he can only think about ravishing your cunt like a madman.

It’s practically instinctive when his neck is stretched upwards. You said you were okay with oral. In fact, you enjoyed it. The script is just something to guide you as to the plot; the rest, it can go as it comes up. That torture you promised him wasn’t scripted either, but it’s made his cock hard as if he was in heat. And, if you don’t like it, you can use the safeword too.

Just a bit more while you keep playing with his cock in your hands.

His tongue is already out, like a dog. That’s pretty much what he feels like right now, desperate to fuck your pussy with his mouth.

Shit, you’re dripping.

“I wonder if you can get even harder,” he hears you ramble.

As you get comfortable on top of him, your hips are getting closer to his reach. Your ankles rest under his forearms, you didn’t notice he could lick you for at least a few seconds.

Jungkook doesn’t stop to think and delves his tongue into your pussy, proceeding quickly to suck and lap at your clit. Your juices soak his face, but that only makes his erection grow. Your clit reacts instantly, throbbing between his lips.

“What the— s-shit, Jungkook, what are you—” you manage to moan.

Your first instinct is to push your legs away, but Jungkook is pressing down with his forearms and, by the time you think of moving your hips away, you’re already melting with pleasure. His tongue is quick to lick your clit over and over, relentlessly, as you thrust back. Using his forearms again, he pulls you by your legs so that you’re practically sitting on his face, bent over him, grunting his name.

Saliva runs down his chin. Your taste on his tongue has shoved him into a thoughtless state, he’s only thinking about making you come. His tongue parts your lips and fucks into your entrance with wet, sloppy strokes.

Jungkook lets out a whimper. “Fuck, as good as I thought it’d be,” he cries out, his voice muffled by your folds. “Mummy got dripping just from playing with me, so fucking m-mean—”

You arch your back and thrust back against his tongue, feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach.

He’s got your ankles well locked, and you’re still torn between control and pleasure, so you simply squirm on top of him while Jungkook keeps ravishing your pussy now that you can’t close your legs – nor do you really want to.

But shit, he’s going to make you come if he keeps this up. And, if you do, the deal is off, and the video is over. You’d love to squirt all over his face and force him to drink it up, but you’ve got other plans for him and for you so, as much as you’re loving getting tongue-fucked by this bratty little shit, it’s time to stop him.

“My baby really wanted to lick mummy’s pussy, didn’t he?” you blurt out with a laugh, and his cock twitches, a drop of precum rolling down from his tip.

“W-what?”

“How was your first cunt, sweetheart?” you continue. “Better than your hand, huh? Better than the sad, pathetic hole you make in your stuffed animals to stick your dick in and think it’s me.”

A tear of embarrassment rolls down his cheek. “T-that’s not—”

“Let me return the favour.”

While Jungkook, in a desperate attempt to make you cum, keeps licking and sucking your pussy, you keep yourself decently composed and let a trickle of saliva drip onto his tip. Before he can say anything else, you’re engulfing his cock until your nose is pressed against his pubic bone.

“F-fuck!”

You try to fight a wicked smile with his cock around your lips.

Jungkook’s hips twitch, but that only makes the tip of his cock bump into your throat, ripping a sob from him.

You start bobbing your head up and down; he pulls at his restraints, his head turning to his sides as two thick tears of pleasure roll down his cheeks. Guess this probably is his first time being deep-throated, so better ruin it for everybody coming after.

Fortunately, his bratty tongue is too busy crying and moaning to pay any attention to your pussy, so you sit on his chest and get momentum.

His cock feels hot in your mouth, leaking precum. It’s salty as it mixes with your own saliva running down his shaft. Jungkook is sweating all over, his head spinning like he’s having a fever; after all, the wet heat of your mouth around his cock is too much to handle. It’s coated in your spit, sending waves of pleasure down his spine, making his toes curl, his throat sore from grunting and sobbing. You hollow your cheeks and swallow around him, the vibrations of your moans only worsening the pleasure pooling in his lower back.

“Fuck!” he cries out again. “Of fuck, p-please—!” Jungkook can’t even properly thrash with his feet as they’re tied to the bed as well. “So good, so fucking good!”

You pull the foreskin back to expose the head and dip your tongue into the slit, savouring the taste of his arousal. For a second, you wonder if he’s never really got proper head or if he’s just very sensitive, but you shove the thought to the back of your head and keep going.

“Got anything to say about that misbehaviour from earlier?” you ask, licking down to the base.

“Dunno—”

“Ah, yes, you do.” Your voice comes out soft, too soft. It sends chills down his back. “You grabbed mommy’s ass and ate her pussy without permission, remember?”

Leaning on his thighs, you manage to turn around to face him. You notice his red face and dilated pupils, and he notices your slick, swollen lips.

To your surprise, Jungkook smirks. “But mommy loved it, didn’t she? I almost made her cum—”

You shut him up by swallowing down his cock again, even if he is right; only a couple of minutes more and you would have come all over his face. But you haven’t, and that’s all that matters. Now you have to make him cum so that you can start torturing his spent cock until he’s crying for you to stop.

Jungkook may be used to keeping it down at his shared flat and know how to be quiet, but you can always tell when a guy is close, and you’re surprised at how much he’s been holding it. From how swollen and purplish his cock looks, how much he’s leaking, and the way it reacts, throbbing and twitching at your touch, he must have been on edge for a while.

“Are you a masochist, perhaps?” you ask, rather to yourself.

Your hands find his base again and start pumping him, both of them. The contact feels kind of dry, though, despite his arousal dripping through your fingers, so you bend down and spit on the head again.

“I wouldn’t be surprised, really,” you continue, jerking him off like it’s just one more chore. “A crazy chick ties you to the bed to fuck you and the first thing you do is get a hard-on. No wonder only your plushies are willing to let you hit it— though they can’t really say anything, can they?”

With a shaky gasp, Jungkook bites his lip and closes his eyes; he needs to stop either seeing or hearing you if he wants to hold on any longer, but your breasts are right in front of him, covered in a glistening layer of sweat, your erect nipples that he just had in his mouth, your pussy radiating heat and dripping down your inner thighs. If only you would sit on his cock and ride him until you cum and scream with pleasure, choke him, spit in his mouth, use him like he uses his poor childhood stuffed animals.

Then this torture would be over, he would climax inside you and stuff you with his cum, til it’s dripping. And the next torture would begin.

“Come on, the last test. If you pass it without cumming, I’ll let you go, okay, sweetheart?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts; suddenly, you’re straddling his lap, the tip of his cock brushing against your folds. The brief pleasure, more like a feeling-induced fantasy turned into a touch, makes him shudder and take a deep breath.

“This” – you yank off his shirt, buttons popping out – “off.”

Raking your nails through his hair, you yank it and force him to look at you in silence. His chest heaves and falls as he stares into your eyes.

Your thumb strokes his bottom lip. “It’s a pity that such a pretty face belongs to a pervert like you.”

“I’m not a pervert!”

“Yadda, yadda,” you mock him, tilting up his chin to get access to his jaw and bite him. “Whatever, I have no interest in your pathetic excuses – if you weren’t a pervert, you wouldn’t be hard right now.”

“I-it’s a biological response!” Jungkook insists.

“Hm, yeah, sure. Then you won’t mind if I don’t fuck you, right—? What’s more, you’ll be glad.”

To add weight to your words – and torture him a little in the process – you start moving your hips up and down against his cock, rubbing him with your folds. He twitches between your inner thighs, and you keep circling and undulating your hips over his tip, every now and then pretending you’re going to finally sit on him. His head penetrates you for a second, and you fuck yourself on it, one, two, three thrusts until you decide to press your ass against it.

“Just imagine if I let you fuck my ass,” you laugh. “Just think about it, sweetheart.”

“It’d be s-so tight,” he blurts out, “around my cock! Shit, I wish I could— I wish I could eat your ass, and then your pussy, and then fuck you open with my cock—”

“Fuck—”

You find yourself grinding on his swollen tip, rubbing your clit against his sensitive skin, too turned on by his words; yeah, you’d like him to eat your ass as well. Jungkook is trying to muffle the whimpers coming through his lips, but the pressure is getting heavier.

Moving in a quick thrust, you sit down on his cock. He works you open as it disappears into your body, a moan leaving your lips. Your fingers dig into his shoulders for leverage, hips setting a pace as you bounce on his cock. It massages your inner walls, with sounds of smacking flesh, working thigh muscles as you melt at the shocking waves of pleasure.

“Ngh—” Jungkook lets out a whimper and pulls at the restraints. “Fuck! Oh, fuck—”

Your skin prickles, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone. It’s dripping, the ache between your thighs expanding while you chase your climax.

Jungkook pants, head bumping against the headboard, victim to the rolls and thrusts of your hips. Your tits are bouncing right in front of him, their round shape and hardened nipples so, so tempting, making his mouth water while his cock throbs and twitches between your walls. You clench around him, and he whines again. His nerves feel on fire, and the sight of your bare figure fucking yourself on his cock only worsens it.

Your hand slithers to pinch one of your nipples. Playing with it, arching your back, you let out a huff and roll your hips in undulating waves, cunt engulfing him over and over and soiling it with your juices.

You feel his tip bumping against your sweet spot when Jungkook suddenly cries; two thick tears roll down his cheeks, and you bend over to kiss them clean.

“Slow, s-slower, please, go—” he sobs, face red. “Shit! I’m— fucking hell, go slow! G-go slow!”

As he pulls at the restraints in pure desperation, his hips buck into you, jerking and trembling like he’s got no control over them. Jungkook is begging you to slow down, but the blazing way he’s fucking up into you, trying to reach your breasts and suck on your nipples again, wanting to get rid of the restraints so that he can grab your ass and pound into your dripping pussy only fuels him.

“Shut up, little bitch,” you grunt.

Before he can say anything else, you shove your nipple into his mouth and hover over him, your core aching at the wet pressure of his tongue around your hardened buds. You pull at his hair, and his eyes suddenly roll back.

He grows harder inside of you. “Oh fuck, oh, n-no, fuck, stop!” he cries out. “Shit, stop! Slow, slow down—!”

Only when you feel him going still on the mattress and the sweet feeling of hot cum filling you up do you understand he just came inside you.

You keep bouncing on his cock, and Jungkook’s seed eventually gets pumped out of your insides by his own cock. It leaks down your inner thighs and pools on his lower stomach, but you only lean onto him to bite on his neck while he sobs at the painful yet glorious feeling of your pussy milking every last drop of his yummy cum.

“Oh, baby,” you coo with amusement, scratching down his chest, “you just made this so much easier.”

Overstimulation kicks in when you resume bouncing on his spent cock, careful not to let him slide out of your cunt; Jungkook sobs and grunts as he writhes on the bed, pulling the restraints.

You grab his chin and spit into his mouth before you kiss him hard. Your teeth leave small bites on his lips and chin, peppering short kisses to swallow his sobs, embracing him to restrict his squirms. He’s crying so prettily into your lips, you want to eat him up.

“Please, p-please—! Hurts!”

Sucking the flesh of his neck, you let the red mark blossom. “A deal is a deal, sweetheart.”

Deal or no deal, you ride him chasing your climax, sweating and melting into him. Your clit rubs against his pubic bone, and the coiling tension in the pit of your stomach tightens. Jungkook writhes beneath you, and his toes curl in a poor attempt to let out a little of the pleasure that pushes him towards another orgasm. The sight of his cum dripping down your legs mesmerises him, your pussy engulfing his cock over and over again.

Fuck, you look so hot right now; he’s going to explode in a heart-shaped puddle of pleasure, he can’t stop the tears either. It’s torture, the best kind, how you’re touching him, stroking his skin, licking down his lips to his sweaty chest, playing with his hair. There’s almost a certain sense of affection in the ways of your hands.

“Please,” Jungkook cries out.

“Fuck,” you moan, closing your eyes. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come~“

Your words make his heart stop for a second. They fuel a fire in his abdomen and raise goosebumps all over his skin, and Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath as the pain starts to mix with the tortuous pleasure.

You keep bouncing on him, ass striking against his hips at a brutal pace. “God! Shit, shit, baby, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

“Please!” he begs.

The ache between your thighs makes your core tighten, your muscles burn, your sweat is boiling on your skin, dripping down between your breasts.

With one last powerful thrust, the tension snaps, and suddenly you’re bursting out in an explosive orgasm, squirting all over him. You scream out, squishing his cock with your dripping walls, moaning his name and burying your nails in his chest. The shockwaves grip your body, and you ride out your orgasm with slower rolls of your hips.

“Fuck, baby,” you let out in a weak breath, “you made me spill myself all over you.”

When you finally peel your eyes open, you notice Jungkook staring down at the pool of fluid on his lower stomach. His pupils are so dilated that they merge with his irises. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, and his hips are bucking into you subconsciously.

“M-mommy—”

You’re too exhausted to be careful not to drop on top of him and leave a feverish trail of kisses down his neck, holding his face and brushing your lips together, swirling your tongue around his.

“Mommy,” he calls again.

“Yeah…?”

“I’m—” Jungkook lets out a whimper when you shove your hand between his legs. “I’m c-close.”

“Again?” you ask with a hint of mockery in your voice.

He pouts and closes his lips in embarrassment, but the way his cock throbs and twitches as you circle the tip of your index finger on his cock feels too good to stifle his noises. You have such cute hands; he’d die just to see them covered in his cum.

You move down his body in a trail of kisses and nibbles, enjoying the smell of his skin, so warm and intense. The room smells of sex, and it turns you on so much that your mouth salivates.

“Let me take care of you.”

Scooting between his legs, you stroke up and down his Apollo’s belt as he arches his back into the touch, desperate to come. His cock pressed against his tummy, you grab it and spit on it right before dipping your tongue into the slit. Jungkook pants in surprise and squirms and, making eye contact, you part your lips around his cock and swallow around it.

Jungkook whines and tries his best to hold his hips still, but the feeling of being engulfed in your wet heat only engorges the tension in the pit of his stomach. Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, not yet, he chants in his head.

Sucking and bobbing your head on his cock, you enjoy how he responds to your touch; Jungkook is burning all over, writhing, twitching between your lips at the suction.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “y-your mouth—”

You don’t bother to reply and simply hum around his cock, and the vibrations send shivers of pleasure down his spine. His eyes stare at your lips, darkened and wet with saliva so, using hands and lips together, you start sucking his tip with sloppy strokes of your tongue and suction from your lips as your hands play with his balls. Jungkook lets out a breath moan, increasingly agitated and desperate.

Then you slide him out of your mouth, and he stares at you a bit confused – until he sees the way you just hover over him with your mouth wide open above his tip and gets it. Shyly, Jungkook bucks his hips into your wet heat, letting out a muffled moan.

“You— you can’t be for real—” he whines.

You tilt your head in silence, waiting for him to shove his cock into your mouth again.

He starts fucking your mouth with desperate thrusts, hitting the back of your throat. Tears make his vision blurry, and a wave of heat spreads under his skin. He’s half ashamed, half turned on just at the very thought of him having to fuck your face to cum while you stay there, hovering over him with your mouth open. The grip of your tongue around his cock is heavy and wet, you’re so mean to him, just letting him jerk his hips like a bitch in heat.

“I’m gonna— fuck!” Jungkook lets out a grunt and a desperate gasp, fighting the restraints and fleeing your mouth; but you grab his ass again and bury his cock into your mouth until your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, and you hollow your cheeks, fucking him between your lips. “C-coming! Slow, s-slow down, I’m— oh fuck, please!” he sobs.

His hips stutter, and suddenly he’s spilling himself into your mouth, dissolving into pleasure with a choked sob and your name on his lips. It’s bitter, but Jungkook’s contracted face, with two thick tears soaking down to the corners of his lips, and red cheeks makes it all worthwhile.

You help him ride out his climax with your hand wrapped around his cum-stained cock, but soon Jungkook is writhing beneath you and bursting out in tears of actual pain, and you let go of him.

Lying eye to eye, he watches you lean onto him and open up your mouth; a pool of cum rests on your tongue, and he doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth and lets you kiss it back into the source system, massaging your tongues together and rolling them over each other. A drop of white cum rolls down the corner of his mouth, but you’re both too busy making out naked on top of each other to care about it.

“We’re gonna have so much fun tonight, sweetheart,” you whisper.

After a pause, you get up and reach the camera to turn it off; suddenly Jungkook snaps out of something like a dream, and he remembers that you’re actually working. A feeling of shame and sadness washes over him, and he's so exhausted both mentally and physically that he feels the urge to cry.

“Okay, I turned it off.” You rush to undo the restraints on his wrists and massage the red marks with your thumbs to get the blood circulating again. “Does it hurt? I’ll get you something for the marks.”

In a thoughtful silence, he shakes his head.

“Good.”

You turn around and lean on his legs to undo the knots of his ankles as well, and Jungkook closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. His heart is still trying to burst his ribcage open and get out of his chest, and now that the frenzy of the video is over, a dread falls over him; what is he going to do about you now?

“Uh, Y/N?” he asks, unsure.

Smiling, you look up at him with the rope in your hands. “Yes?”

Courage.

“Can I… take you out to dinner some day?”

“Don’t laugh!” you exclaim, laughing. With a napkin, you wipe away the milkshake foam that stains your chin and the corners of your lips. “It’s not funny, you should have told me earlier. I’m sure everyone has noticed.”

The terrace where you are sitting is practically deserted except for a few tourists and a couple of birds circling over your food. With the sun shining brightly above you, you prop yourself up on your elbows as your tummy aches from laughing so hard, and Jungkook glances at the menu with a growing smile.

“I didn’t know you cared so much about the opinion of three people and seven birds,” he jokes.

“Hey, it’s eight birds, sweetheart. And the tourists are carrying a camera,” you insist, grabbing the menu from him with a playful frown, “what if I come out in the background looking like Father Christmas? I’d never get over it.”

“Then Father Christmas had a glow-up – when he was a kid, he’d just eat the biscuits and leave. Anyway, should we order to share or is it every man for himself?”

“We’d better share, I want to try it all,” you murmur as you take a sip from your drink.

Jungkook frowns. “You’ll get a tummy ache like last time.”

“You don’t have to remind me!” With a giggle, he takes the menu again. “It was so embarrassing, on our first date on top of that.”

He scoops to the other side of the table and steals a kiss from you, letting you cup his face and deepen the contact. “Okay, just order anything you want,” he says, sliding the menu back to you. “I’ll eat what you can’t fit in your tummy.”

You thank him with a short peck on the lips, and Jungkook returns to his seat.

“Oh, by the way,” you say casually, stirring your milkshake with your straw, “I have some good news and some bad news, which one do you want first?”

He frowns. “Well... The bad one, I guess?”

“The bad news is that I can’t use the video we made because you can hear us saying each other’s names. The good news is that it means we can make it again.”

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[kooksberrie]

— pretty when you cry | jjk

— summary: you will never get tire of being the reason for jungkook's sweet whimpers, the tears he shed because of the pleasure and how ruined he looked every time you made him cum hard.

jungkook is just so pretty, and even more so when he moans just for you.

click here to read (ao3)

— genre: smut, pwp

— pairing: (sub) jungkook x (dom) f reader

— word count: 5,3k

— warnings: praise kink, a little bit of degrading kink, vibrator, rimming, anal fingering, good boy jungkook, dacryphilia, subspace, orgasm denial, spanking, jungkook speaks in third person, noona kink

« "How does that feel, baby?" you spoke with a really soft tone, capturing his gaze.

"S-So-" he whimpered before he could finish the sentence. "So good, noona... Thank you." His eyelids drooped again.

You could swear to be the luckiest woman in the world right now. Jungkook was lying on the bed, completely naked, with a vibrator on stimulating him, and he was enjoying it like nothing else in the damn world. You simply couldn't describe how much Jungkook's submission makes you feel. It's glorious, and even more considering that he enjoys it as much as you do. »

[jkwrites-m]

Extra Credit (1)

Pairing: uni student!Jungkook x uni teacher!female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: Jungkook falls for his professor. She makes the rules - and he loves breaking them.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, smut, cursing, dom!female reader, sub!Jungkook, age gap (both 18+), sexual tension, power imbalance, teasing, fixation, power play, slight emotional manipulation, “good boy” 😮‍💨 explicit: dom/sub dynamics, kissing, handjob, oral (f. & m. Receiving), riding, unprotected sex, edging (!!)

A/N: 2 hours later… heyyyyy anon 🫶 hopefully this is what you wanted, if not lmk! and I’ll work on something else but this just flew out of me. I was in the editing process and added an extra 2k words bc it just felt right 🤭

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It started with her heels.

I was already two minutes away from walking out. 

Hungover, hoodie barely on, no clue why I even enrolled in Chemistry 204 when I knew I’d probably flunk it by midterms. This was supposed to be a throwaway class- just some gen-ed requirement I’d forget about the second I passed it.

Then she walked in.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The sound echoed off the walls before I ever saw her. Slow. Sharp. Confident. Like she owned the floor under her. I glanced up- and fuck me, everything stopped.

She was… something else.

Tight blouse, dark skirt clinging to her curves like it had been sewn on her skin, lips painted in a color that made my mouth dry up. She walked like she knew we were all staring, like she’d counted on it.

My pulse was racing before she even spoke.

“Good morning,” she said, voice calm, rich, like velvet dragged across bare skin. “I’m Professor Y/N. This is Chemistry 204, and if you’re here to sleep or slack off, you’ll fail. I can promise you that.”

I felt my ears go hot.

I ducked my head, trying to act like I wasn’t already fantasizing about her throwing me out of class just so I could watch her mouth move again.

Jimin nudged me from the seat next to mine. “Dude. You’re literally salivating.”

“I’m not,” I hissed, even though I was a little.

She started handing out syllabi, walking row by row. And when she passed, her perfume hit me- something warm, like vanilla, but not too sweet. Clean. Dangerous. I stared at my desk like it held the secrets to the universe.

Then her voice. Right above me.

“Mr… Jeon?”

My throat closed. I looked up, and there she was. Looking right at me.

“Y-Yes.”

Her lips curved. Not a smile. Not a smirk. Just… something knowing. “Try not to fail my class.”

And just like that, she moved on. Like it meant nothing. Like she hadn’t just rearranged the entire structure of my brain chemistry with one look and seven words.

Jimin leaned over again, barely containing his laughter. “Ohhh, bro. You’re done for.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

My hands were clenched. My chest tight. She was already across the room again, giving someone else the kind of look that made me want to fight whoever they were.

I had no idea how I was going to survive this semester.

All I knew was that I wanted her to say my name again. That same tone. That same amused edge. Like she already knew every dirty thought racing through my head.

And God, there were a lot of them.

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She wasn’t looking at me.

Not directly, anyway. But every time I dared to glance up from the god-awful list of elements and safety rules in front of me, I swore her eyes brushed over mine. Like she knew. Like she felt it.

My stomach wouldn’t stop flipping.

“You’re so obvious,” Jimin muttered, leaning in. He didn’t even try to hide his amusement.

“Am not.”

“You are literally chewing your pencil and blushing like a schoolgirl.”

I dropped the pencil.

The first lab assignment was some basic formulaic reaction. Something about ionic bonds, but I couldn’t make sense of any of it. The paper might as well have been blank. All I could focus on was the sharp click of her heels circling the lab again, moving from table to table, her hips swaying with every step, her voice low and composed as she corrected some kid for not wearing safety goggles properly.

And then, suddenly, she was behind me.

I felt her before I heard her. A warmth along my back, the subtle scent of that same perfume from earlier- something warm and clean and sharp.

“You’re off by two protons, Mr. Jeon.”

I flinched. My fingers stumbled on my calculator.

“I- I thought- ”

“Clearly,” she interrupted, and then leaned closer. Her hand brushed over mine, adjusting the numbers on my worksheet. “Your aluminum ion is missing its charge. Pay attention.”

Her breath hit the back of my neck. I stopped breathing entirely.

She didn’t step back. Not right away. She lingered there, close enough that I could feel the fabric of her blouse rustle slightly as she moved. Then finally - finally - she pulled away, heels clicking off to the next table like she hadn’t just pulled my brain out of my skull and dropkicked it across the room.

Jimin was staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

“Did she just-?” he whispered.

“I don’t- yeah- I don’t know.”

“Are you sweating?”

“I think I blacked out.”

“Dude.”

I dropped my face into my hands, groaning low. “I’m gonna fail this class.”

“No, bro. You’re gonna die in it.”

When I looked up again, she was standing at the front of the class writing some formula on the board, but her hand paused for just a split second. Just long enough for her head to tilt slightly… toward me.

I sat up straighter, not even thinking.

And then she smiled- barely. The kind of smile you could miss if you blinked. The kind that wasn’t meant for the class.

It was meant for me.

And I was gone.

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The second the bell rang, I was out of my seat- heart racing, mind a total blur. I shoved my notebook into my bag without checking anything I’d written down, which probably didn’t matter because I hadn’t really written anything.

“You were twitching the whole time,” Jimin said as we stepped into the hallway. “Like she was controlling you with telepathy.”

“She wasn’t,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.

“She basically whispered in your ear and adjusted your hand like it was foreplay.”

“Jesus, Jimin.”

“What? I’m not wrong.”

I glared at him but couldn’t argue. The feel of her hand guiding mine, the whisper of her breath against my neck. I could still feel it. Like my skin had absorbed the memory and refused to let go.

We reached the end of the hallway when I realized I’d forgotten my lab sheet on the desk.

“Shit- I’ll meet you at the quad,” I told Jimin, turning around.

Back in the lab, it was mostly empty. A few students still packing up. She was still there, seated behind her desk, glasses perched low on her nose as she reviewed a stack of papers.

I moved fast, snatching my sheet off the lab table, hoping not to be noticed. But as I turned to leave-

“Mr. Jeon.”

I froze.

She didn’t look up at first. Just made a note on the corner of a page with her pen, so slowly, so deliberately.

Then she looked up.

I swallowed hard. “Y-Yes?”

“You forgot your evaluation sheet.” She held up another paper- my lab report, apparently. “Come get it.”

I stepped forward, trying to walk normal. Trying not to let my legs turn to jelly.

She handed me the paper, but didn’t let go right away. Her eyes flicked up to mine, and for a second, the lab was too quiet.

“Next time,” she said softly, “try to stay present. You were… distracted today.”

“I- I wasn’t- ”

Her eyes dropped to the paper. “I left a comment. You might want to read it… thoroughly.”

My fingers curled around the edge of the sheet as she finally released it. I nodded, heart hammering, and turned to leave before I made a fool of myself again.

Outside, I opened the paper and scanned it.

There it was- her red ink looping elegantly across the bottom of the sheet:

“Try harder next time, Mr. Jeon.

Unless you want me to keep correcting your form.”

I stood there like an idiot, eyes stuck on that one sentence, while every part of me ignited.

“DUDE,” Jimin’s voice suddenly screamed behind me. “Tell me she did not just flirt with you on paper.”

I nearly dropped the sheet.

“Were you spying?!”

“I was walking back to get you,” he said, peering over my shoulder. “Okay, holy shit- that’s not even subtle.”

“It’s probably nothing,” I muttered, though my face was on fire.

“Oh, no. That was a coded message. She wants you to flirt back.”

“I can’t flirt with her,” I hissed. “She’s my professor.”

Jimin grinned like the devil himself. “Exactly. So the question is… are you gonna be a good boy?”

I didn’t answer.

Because I wasn’t sure I wanted to be.

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The next class, I walked in ten minutes early.

I told myself it was just to show responsibility, but really, I just needed to see if she’d say something- if last time meant something. I hadn’t slept much the night before, not with that damn note burning a hole in my backpack and her voice replaying in my head on a loop.

She was already at her desk, sipping coffee and flipping through a folder. She didn’t even glance up when I came in. And somehow, that was worse.

I took my seat. Tried to look normal. Breathed slow. One of those deep, calming breaths I practiced before performances. Except none of that helped when she finally looked up.

“Mr. Jeon,” she said, eyes calm, unreadable. “Stay after class today.”

My mouth opened. Nothing came out. Just a tiny squeak of acknowledgment.

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The entire period was a blur. I don’t remember the lab instructions. Don’t remember the worksheet. All I know is that every second felt like it ticked by in slow motion.

When class ended, students poured out, and I stayed seated, hands tight on the edge of the lab bench. My pulse was in my throat.

She closed the door behind the last student and walked back, heels echoing, slow and controlled.

“Follow me.”

I followed her like a dog on a leash.

She led me to the back of the lab where the sink station was. Rows of dirty glassware from the experiments sat there waiting. Beakers. Flasks. Tubes. Endless.

“You’re here to clean,” she said, gesturing with a gloved hand. “You’ve been inattentive. This is extra credit.”

“R-Right,” I muttered, grabbing the soap and nozzle, not daring to look up.

She stood behind me at first, then to the side. Watching. Not saying a word.

The room was dead quiet except for the sound of water and glass tapping gently against the sink. I could feel her eyes burning into me.

After about five minutes of silence, I felt her step closer.

“Are you always this obedient?”

I froze.

“Excuse me?”

“I give you a simple command, and you listen without question,” she said, voice smooth, soft, dangerous. “You haven’t asked what the cleaning is worth. Haven’t asked why. You just… followed.”

I turned my head slightly. “I thought it was an assignment.”

“Is it?” she asked, stepping so close I could see her reflection in the metal faucet. “Or is there another reason you’re so quick to do what I say?”

My grip on the glass tightened.

“I- You said I was distracted. I didn’t want to- ” I stopped talking. My words were unraveling. So was I.

She stepped behind me now, leaning in. I felt her breath again.

“Try not to shatter anything,” she whispered, fingers brushing the inside of my wrist just lightly enough to send sparks up my arm. “Some things are delicate.”

I stood perfectly still.

When she stepped away again, the cold rushed back in.

“Leave them for now,” she said, her voice back to calm. “You’ll come in earlier next week. We’ll continue then.”

“Yes, Professor.”

She walked to the door and opened it without looking back.

“Dismissed.”

I stepped out, legs shaking, barely able to hold my backpack strap.

Jimin was standing just down the hall, leaning against the wall with a smirk like he’d been waiting all day.

“I knew it,” he said.

“Knew what?”

“That you’d start cleaning for free just to breathe her air.”

I didn’t answer.

Because it wasn’t the air I was breathing.

It was her.

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The next week, I arrived fifteen minutes early.

This time, there was no pretending. No “I’m here for extra credit” excuse. I knew what this was. She knew too. I think that was the most dangerous part- how aware we both were, yet no one said it out loud.

She greeted me with a glance. No smile. No words. Just a glance that said, So you came back.

I started cleaning beakers without being told.

Her heels echoed faintly against the tile floor as she moved around the lab, prepping supplies for the day’s experiment. Her silence was more commanding than any speech. I scrubbed, rinsed, dried, my hands shaking slightly despite the repetition. I could still feel her fingertips on my wrist from last time.

After ten minutes, I heard her stop behind me.

“You missed a spot,” she said, stepping forward.

I glanced down at the beaker I was drying. Crystal clear.

“I- I don’t see- ”

She reached over, her fingers brushing mine as she took the beaker from my hands. Then she turned it in the light, her chest barely grazing my arm. I swallowed hard.

“There,” she said softly, pointing at nothing. Her voice dropped. “Or maybe you were just distracted again.”

I couldn’t speak. My entire body had gone still.

“Mr. Jeon,” she murmured, setting the beaker down carefully. “Are you easily distracted… or just easily controlled?”

I flinched.

She smirked. “Interesting.”

Before I could come up with any kind of reply, the first students began to filter into the lab. She stepped away instantly, heels clicking back to the front like nothing happened.

Class went on as usual.

Except nothing was usual anymore.

I couldn’t focus on the experiment. Couldn’t read the formulas. All I could think about was the whisper of her fingers against mine, the way her breath had curled against my neck, the scent of her perfume slowly burning its way into my skull.

When class ended, I packed up slowly, hoping maybe she’d call out to me again. But she didn’t.

I started heading out, heartbeat still a little too loud in my ears.

Then I heard her voice, smooth and quiet.

“Mr. Jeon.”

I turned around.

She was still behind the desk, one hand resting lazily on her notes, eyes calm but unreadable.

“Try harder next time,” she said. “Or I might have to… discipline you.”

My breath hitched.

She didn’t wait for a reply. She bent her head back to her notes like I didn’t exist.

But I did. I existed in every word she’d just said.

I walked out of that room shaking, like my body hadn’t caught up with what my brain had just registered.

Jimin met me outside again. “Well?”

“She said… she might discipline me.”

He choked on his drink. “You mean like… in a grade way?”

I stared blankly at the wall.

“No,” I whispered. “No, I don’t think so.”

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I stared at her office door for a full minute before I knocked.

It was Friday. Cloudy. The kind of gray that sat heavy over the campus, cool air brushing over my skin as I stood alone in the hall, palms sweating despite the chill.

I told myself it was just for help. That I needed to raise my grade. But the truth was, I hadn’t slept right in days. Not since she said the word discipline with that look on her face, like she knew exactly what it did to me.

So here I was. About to walk into the lion’s den like I hadn’t spent all week thinking about her voice in the dark.

I knocked.

“Come in,” she said, calm and clear.

I opened the door slowly. Her office was warm, light filtering in through the half-closed blinds. Shelves of books lined the back wall. Her desk was cluttered in a curated way, like everything had a place, even the chaos.

She was sitting behind it, glasses on, pen in hand. She didn’t look surprised to see me.

“Mr. Jeon,” she said, motioning to the seat across from her. “You’re early.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I… wanted to ask about the last lab.”

She nodded, didn’t press.

I sat down.

The chair was low. Too low. Which meant I had to sit up straight to look her in the eye. Which meant I was fully aware of how long her legs looked crossed beneath that desk.

“So,” she said, sliding a paper toward me. “Let’s look at where you went wrong.”

I reached for it, but our hands brushed again.

There it was- that spark.

I swallowed hard and focused on the page. I couldn’t read it. Didn’t even try.

“You need to be more thorough,” she said, voice soft but edged. “You’re sloppy with your ions. Your math is lazy. It’s almost like you’re not trying.”

“I am,” I said quickly. “Trying, I mean. I just- chemistry’s never been- ”

“ -your strength,” she finished for me. Then her voice dropped lower. “I know. That’s why you’re here.”

I looked up.

Her eyes were locked on mine. Unmoving. Calm. Too calm.

The air thickened.

She stood.

Walked around the desk.

Sat on the edge.

Right in front of me.

Her knee nearly touched mine. She didn’t adjust her skirt. Didn’t move back. I could smell her again, something clean and dark, like cedar and sin.

“You want extra credit, Mr. Jeon?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

I nodded, too fast.

Her lips curved just slightly. “Then sit still. And listen carefully.”

I froze.

She leaned in- not touching me, not yet, but close enough that her presence overwhelmed the space between us.

“There are rules,” she whispered. “And you will follow them if you want to pass. Are we clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I blinked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Yes… Professor.”

I swallowed. “Yes, Professor.”

Then she stood, walked back to her chair, and resumed grading papers like nothing happened.

I sat there stunned, fists clenched in my lap, trying not to burst into flames.

“You’re dismissed,” she said without looking up.

I practically ran out.

And I was still hard when I reached the end of the hall.

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It was a different day. A different lecture.

Same obsession.

I’d managed to make it through most of the class without combusting- barely. She’d worn a black blouse today, sheer enough in the right light to show the outline of her bra if you stared too long. So, of course, I stared too long.

She didn’t call on me during the lesson. Didn’t make eye contact much. But I could feel her awareness in the way she moved, in the quiet control she had over the room.

It made me ache.

When the bell rang, my heart was still thudding like it had spent the whole hour doing laps in my chest. I had one foot out the door when her voice cut through the noise like a wire pulled tight.

“Mr. Jeon.”

I stopped.

Turned.

She was still seated, one leg crossed over the other, perfectly still behind her desk. She didn’t look up right away- just tapped her pen against her lips with that same slow, deliberate rhythm that always did things to me.

“I have one more thing for you,” she said, finally lifting her gaze. “Sit.”

I obeyed, because of course I did.

The classroom was already half-empty, the shuffle of feet and zip of backpacks fading into the hallway as I returned to my seat, suddenly hyper-aware of every breath I took.

She didn’t move from her chair this time. Just watched me, eyes calm but piercing.

“We’re going to do an oral quiz.”

I blinked. “A what?”

“Oral,” she repeated, her tone clipped but soft. “Verbal. Spoken. I ask, you answer. No thinking. Just reaction.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

Her eyes locked on mine. “Ready?”

No.

“Yes,” I said.

She leaned back slightly, her voice smooth as silk. “Name the element with the atomic number six.”

“Carbon,” I replied quickly.

“Good,” she said. “And the bond formed between two nonmetals?”

“Covalent.”

Her eyes narrowed just slightly. “What happens when heat is applied too quickly to a volatile compound?”

“It… it expands. Reacts. Possibly combusts.”

Her voice dropped a note. “That’s right. Too much heat too fast… and things explode.”

I shifted in my seat.

She smiled like she’d seen it.

“Name one quality that makes a reaction irreversible.”

“Time,” I said, before thinking. “Or… exposure to heat. Pressure. Contact.”

She tilted her head. “Interesting. Contact. Do you believe in chain reactions, Mr. Jeon?”

I hesitated. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because…” I swallowed, her gaze making it hard to think. “Because one thing leads to another. You can’t always stop it once it starts.”

Her smile deepened. “Exactly.”

She stood, slowly walking toward the door as if to signal we were done. But just before she opened it, she turned.

“You’re doing well. But that last lab… you broke two safety rules.”

“I- I didn’t mean-”

She turned toward me, gaze dark and unreadable. 

“One last question.”

I sat straighter.

“What happens,” she said, voice slow and deliberate, “when someone disobeys lab protocol?”

“I- I don’t know,” I stammered.

She stepped closer again, her body just inside my space. But it felt like she was everywhere. On my skin. In my head.

“Discipline,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine.  “Because I expect you to follow rules. My rules.”

Her smile was slow, satisfied.

She reached out and straightened the collar of my hoodie like it had offended her. Her fingers lingered there, just long enough to make my pulse jackhammer in my chest.

“Good boy,” she murmured.

I didn’t move. Couldn’t.

She opened the door. “That’s all for now. See yourself out.”

And like a complete idiot, I stumbled into the hallway- heart hammering, throat dry, my pants a little too tight and my thoughts a little too wrecked.

Jimin texted the second I hit the quad.

Jimin: you alive?

Jungkook: barely.

Jimin: she kill you or kiss you?

Jungkook: neither.

Jimin: holy shit. that’s worse.

I looked back at the hallway behind me like it might still be on fire.

He was right.

It was worse.

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Two days passed.

Two painfully slow, distracting, blood-rushing-behind-my-eyes kind of days. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way her fingers brushed mine. The way she called me “good boy” like it was a reward. The look she gave when I followed her instructions a little too perfectly.

So when I got the email-

See me during office hours, Thurs. @ 3. – Prof. Y/N

-my stomach dropped.

And soared.

I showed up five minutes early again, pretending not to be nervous. Lying to myself.

She was already there, sipping coffee, sunlight pouring in through her blinds like it had been placed there just for her. She wore another fitted blouse, sleeves rolled to her elbows, the collar just a little looser than it should’ve been.

She didn’t look up when I stepped in.

“Close the door.”

I obeyed.

She motioned to the chair. “Sit.”

This was the same chair. The same air. But everything felt hotter this time. Louder, somehow. My nerves were on fire.

“I reviewed your last lab,” she said. “Better. You’re improving.”

“Thanks,” I muttered.

She glanced up finally. Her eyes met mine- and held.

“But your focus,” she added, “still needs work.”

I licked my lips. “I’m trying.”

“Trying isn’t enough.”

She stood slowly, walked around the desk again- like she was circling me.

My heart picked up.

She leaned one hip against the front of the desk. This time, she didn’t sit. She stood close. Her thigh brushed against my knee, intentional or not- I couldn’t tell.

“You need discipline, Mr. Jeon.”

My breath hitched.

“I- ”

“Not punishment,” she said softly, eyes dipping. “Guidance. You respond to structure, don’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“You follow commands well.”

I shifted. “Maybe I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

That made her smile- barely. It was there and gone like lightning.

Her hand reached out. Not far. Just resting on my knee. Light. Casual.

But not casual.

She leaned in a little. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

She looked down at her fingers on my knee.

Then- 

A knock at the door.

She moved instantly, hand pulling back, body shifting away like nothing had happened.

“Yes?” she called.

The door cracked open.

Jimin’s head poked through. “Yo. Sorry- am I interrupting?”

I nearly choked on my own spit.

Y/N didn’t even blink. “Just finishing up a consult. What do you need, Mr. Park?”

Jimin looked between us, suspicious as hell. “I was just looking for Jungkook. We’ve got rehearsal.”

“Of course,” she said. Perfectly neutral. Professional. “Mr. Jeon, you’re dismissed.”

I stood, face burning, avoiding Jimin’s eyes as I grabbed my backpack.

“Thanks… Professor,” I muttered, voice lower than I meant.

She nodded without looking at me. “Remember what we discussed.”

Oh, I would.

Jimin followed me down the hall, silent for three full seconds before blurting out:

“Did she just touch your knee?”

“Shut up.”

“Bro- are you blushing?”

“I said shut up.”

“She was definitely flirting. I don’t even have a degree in chemistry and I felt that.”

I didn’t reply.

I was still stuck on the way she said discipline like it was a promise.

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I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, it was her.

Professor Y/N.

Not in the classroom. Not in her office. But in shadows. Heat. Movement.

The dream didn’t start like a dream. It started like memory- me sitting in her office again, her voice low, asking questions that had nothing to do with science.

Do you always obey this easily, Jungkook?

Would you let me correct you?

And then… her fingers. On my knee. My thigh. Tracing up.

She whispered in my ear, breath hot.

You like it when I’m in control, don’t you?

God, I did. I do.

Her hands slid under my hoodie in the dream- my skin burning under every ghost of her touch. I could feel the fabric of her blouse against my chest. The press of her thigh between mine. The smell of her perfume on my mouth.

She kissed me first.

Soft. Sure.

Then bit my lip when I didn’t kiss back fast enough.

“Speak when spoken to,” she breathed, and something inside me just… gave in.

I wanted to kneel. I wanted to be under her. I wanted to please her in ways that had nothing to do with school.

I woke up in a sweat.

Hard. Shaking. My sheets twisted around my legs like I’d wrestled with them in my sleep. My heart was racing. My hands were clenched.

The clock said 3:12 a.m.

I didn’t sleep again.

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The next day, I walked into class like a man possessed.

Every breath I took, I swore I could smell her. Every word she said echoed like it had two meanings. Her blouse was burgundy today- deep, rich, tight against her body. I couldn’t stop staring.

At one point, I dropped my pen and hit my head on the desk trying to get it. Jimin laughed the entire time.

After class, as I was gathering my things, she walked past my row- slow, unhurried. She didn’t stop, didn’t look at me, just spoke as she passed by:

“Rough night, Mr. Jeon?”

I froze.

My stomach dropped.

I looked up, and she was already across the room.

But her mouth- God, that mouth- had the faintest smile. That same one from the first day.

She knew.

She knew.

And the worst part?

I wanted her to.

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It started with a text.

Not an email. Not a formal request.

A text.

Unknown Number: Are you free after 6pm tonight? I could use help prepping for tomorrow’s lab. -Y/N

My heart jumped. I stared at the screen like it was a glitch.

She had my number?

She was texting me?

I didn’t respond for a full minute. Then I typed:

Jungkook: Yes. I’m free.

Y/N: Room 4A. Wear something you don’t mind getting dirty.

I read that last line five times.

By the time 6:00 p.m. rolled around, I was already outside the building. Nervous. Excited. My palms were sweating. I’d changed shirts three times and still didn’t know what I was doing.

The hall was quiet. No students. No voices. Just the distant hum of the custodial staff down the east wing.

Room 4A’s door was slightly cracked.

I pushed it open.

She was already there- back turned, hair up, sleeves rolled. She wore a lab coat this time, but it hung open over a tight gray top and dark jeans. A clipboard was in one hand, a box of glassware in the other.

The room was dimmer than usual. Only a few overhead lights flicked on. It felt… intimate. Like the space was smaller somehow. Thicker.

She didn’t look at me right away.

“You’re on time,” she said simply, setting the glassware down on the counter. “I like that.”

“Couldn’t sleep last night anyway,” I muttered.

She smiled at that. Not her professor-smile. Her real one. The one I barely got glimpses of.

“I need to reorganize the distillation setup for the freshmen lab tomorrow,” she said, pulling a drawer open. “You’re here to help. Not talk.”

That was fair.

I nodded and slipped my bag off.

She handed me a pair of gloves and motioned toward the back table. “Start unpacking those. Carefully.”

I obeyed.

We moved around each other for several minutes in silence. She handed me tools. I passed her clamps. We barely touched, but every time our fingers brushed, I felt it. The air between us buzzed.

I couldn’t stop glancing at her. At how effortless she looked, focused, eyes sharp, mouth pressed into a faint line as she worked. She didn’t speak, but her presence filled every inch of the lab. It was suffocating in the best way possible. 

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.

Halfway through setting up a condenser tube, when I was just starting to relax- I dropped the clamp.

It hit the floor with a loud, sharp clatter.

“Shit,” I hissed, crouching to grab it.

She turned. Looked down at me.

When I stood, she was suddenly closer than before.

Right in front of me.

Our bodies weren’t touching, but they could’ve been.

“You always this clumsy when you’re nervous?” she asked quietly.

I stared at her. Swallowed.

“Only around you.”

That did something. Her eyes changed. She didn’t step back.

“I see.”

The silence stretched.

The lab felt too warm now.

She looked down at my hands still holding the clamp and reached out, curling her fingers over mine. Slow. Deliberate. Not necessary.

“You need steadier hands if you’re going to handle glass,” she said, her voice like velvet with a hidden blade.

I didn’t breathe.

Her fingers lingered.

Then let go.

“Try again,” she said, stepping back.

I did.

But my hands were still shaking.

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It happened so fast I couldn’t stop it.

One moment, I was reaching for the beaker. The next, it slipped.

It hit the floor and shattered, glass slicing through silence like lightning.

“Shit,” I muttered, instinctively reaching down-

“Don’t.”

Her voice stopped me mid-motion.

I froze.

She walked over slowly. Calm. Deliberate. Her heels echoed off the tile with a rhythm that sounded too controlled for how chaotic I felt.

“No gloves,” she said, crouching instead. “You’ll cut yourself.”

I stepped back, watching as she gathered the larger pieces of glass with her gloved hands and the dustpan. Methodical. Controlled.

And then she looked up.

Directly at me.

From where she was crouched.

And suddenly- everything in me tightened.

The angle. Her eyes tilted up. The way her hair had fallen forward over one shoulder. Her lips parted just slightly, breath steady. Calm.

But her gaze?

Her gaze was not .

I tried not to think about it. Tried not to imagine what she looked like in that exact position with her hands somewhere else entirely.

But the thought had already sunk its claws in.

“You’re red,” she said quietly, eyes locked on mine.

I blinked.

“What?”

“Your ears,” she murmured. “They’re flushed.”

I swallowed. Hard.

“I-It’s warm in here.”

Her lips quirked, barely there.

Then she stood.

Not with her usual fluid grace.

She braced one hand on my thigh - my thigh - to push herself up.

Slowly.

Her palm lingered. Pressed. Fingers firm against my jeans.

My legs nearly gave out.

By the time she was standing, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

She brushed her hands off and looked me over like I was something breakable.

“You always this easy to fluster, Mr. Jeon?”

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

She leaned in slightly- just enough.

“I told you to be careful,” she said, her voice low. “But maybe you like messing up in front of me.”

I exhaled shakily. “I don’t.”

“You sure?” she asked, tilting her head.

Her fingers smoothed something imaginary off my shoulder.

Then she stepped back.

“Replace the beaker,” she said, like we were still just doing science.

But my heart hadn’t stopped pounding since she touched me.

I did what she asked. Quiet. Shaky.

And the whole time, I swore I could still feel her hand on my leg.

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The silence was worse now.

Not awkward. Not cold.

Just… full.

I kept replaying the last five minutes like they were stuck on loop. Her crouched at my feet. The way she looked up at me like I was already undone. The weight of her hand on my thigh- intentional, firm, completely unignorable.

And then her calm retreat. Like she hadn’t just pulled the floor out from under me.

She was across the lab now, rearranging clamps and burners with absolute focus. Like I wasn’t still standing here burning alive.

I turned away. Faced the counter. Tried to look useful.

Then I heard her voice again.

“You follow instructions well,” she said casually.

It wasn’t a compliment.

It was a knife, slipped between my ribs with a smile.

“I try to,” I muttered.

“You don’t question them. You don’t push back. You just… obey.”

I swallowed. “Is that bad?”

“No,” she said, stepping closer again. “It’s just revealing.”

“Revealing how?”

She tilted her head. “Some people follow rules because they fear consequences.”

Her fingers reached for the flask beside me, brushing my arm.

“Others,” she continued, voice lower now, “follow because they enjoy being told what to do.”

I didn’t breathe.

“Which one are you, Jungkook?”

“I- I don’t know.”

She smiled. “I think you do.”

Her hand stayed near mine on the counter. Not touching. Just… there.

“You like when I give you tasks,” she said. “You like my voice when it’s low. Firm.”

I couldn’t deny it.

“You want structure,” she whispered. “Permission. Direction.”

My mouth was dry. My brain was static.

“Am I wrong?”

I shook my head.

“Say it,” she said softly.

“No,” I murmured. “You’re not wrong.”

She looked at me for a long time then. Not smiling. Just… watching.

“I wonder,” she said, almost to herself. “If you’d let me break you. If I told you to.”

She stepped back, finally.

The room felt colder without her body near mine.

“Turn off the burner. We’re done for tonight.”

Just like that. Command issued. Game reset.

I reached for the switch with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.

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It wasn’t the same night.

It was two days later.

Another text. Short. Controlled.

Y/N: Back lab. 7PM. No distractions.

I stared at the message for a full minute, heart thudding like a war drum. Then I dropped everything, grabbed my bag, and left.

Now it was 7:03, and I was standing just inside Room 4A again, the door closing behind me, pulse in my throat.

The lights were low. Only the overheads near the back counter were on.

She was there.

Wearing black. Black blouse. Black pants. No lab coat this time. Just her. Dark and stunning and sharp as glass.

“You’re late,” she said without looking up.

“Three minutes.”

“Too many.”

I swallowed.

“You want to be here?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Professor.”

She finally looked up. Her eyes landed on mine like a slow caress.

“Good,” she said. “Then listen carefully.”

She crossed the room toward me.

Each step deliberate. Soundless.

She stopped close- so close my breath hitched.

Her hand came up, brushing the edge of my jaw, trailing lightly.

“I don’t want to lecture tonight,” she said softly. “I don’t want to correct your form or watch you drop glass.”

I said nothing.

Her thumb brushed my bottom lip.

“I want you quiet. Focused. Obedient.”

“I will be.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Say it.”

“I’ll be good,” I whispered.

That made her smile.

She leaned in.

And kissed me.

This time, I kissed her back with everything in me.

No hesitation.

No fear.

Just months of tension crashing out of me in one dizzying moment of need.

Her hands threaded through my hair, fingers gripping tight. My mouth opened against hers, desperate, hungry, but still waiting- for her. Letting her lead.

She bit my lip, hard enough to make me gasp.

“Too eager,” she murmured.

“I can be patient.”

“We’ll see.”

She spun me gently, pressing me back against the wall beside the door. Her thigh slid between mine. My hips moved before I could stop them.

Her mouth moved to my neck, biting, tasting.

I couldn’t stop the groan that slipped out.

She laughed softly against my skin.

“You like this.”

“I love this.”

She pulled back, eyes dark.

“Lock the door.”

I turned, hands shaking but sure this time, flipped the lock with a solid click.

When I faced her again, she was unbuttoning the top of her blouse- slow, deliberate, still in control.

“You’ve been patient, Jungkook,” she said, stepping toward me again. “Now I want to see how well you listen.”

My mouth was dry. “Yes, Professor.”

She smiled. Dark. Beautiful. Unapologetic.

And then she kissed me again, deeper this time, walking me backward until I hit the lab table.

Her hands roamed my chest, my hips, controlling every inch of the space between us.

And I let her.

No part of me wanted control.

All I wanted was her.

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This was happening.

And I was so far gone, I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t want it.

She kissed me hard this time- no testing, no waiting. Just heat. Her hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, sliding it up, palms skating over my bare stomach.

I shivered. She felt it.

“Cold?” she asked, lips against my neck.

“No,” I breathed. “Not even close.”

Her smile curved against my skin.

“Good.”

She pressed her body against mine, pinning me between the table and her frame. Every part of her was deliberate. Her hips against mine, her thigh back between my legs, her hand on my chest.

And then- lower.

My breath hitched.

She moved slowly, tasting every inch of my throat with her mouth, her tongue, her teeth.

Her hand slipped behind my neck, gripping tight as she kissed me again. I kissed back harder, bolder this time. I couldn’t stop my hands anymore- I reached for her waist, pulling her in, finally touching her like I’d imagined in a thousand sleepless nights.

She didn’t stop me.

She leaned in- more. Pressed her hips against mine, rolled them once, just to watch me lose it.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered.

“I’m not used to this.”

“No one’s ever touched you like this?”

“Not like you.”

She paused at that. Then she smiled, dark and slow.

“Good.”

Her blouse was undone now- button by button falling away, and her bra was dark lace, tight against her skin, and I swore I nearly lost my mind.

“You okay?” she asked, voice low.

I nodded.

“No,” I said honestly. “But I want it.”

“You want me?”

“God, yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you.”

“Louder.”

“I want you, Professor.”

That was it.

She pushed me back onto the table, climbed over me with nothing but control in her eyes.

My hands gripped the edge. My whole body tense, vibrating, desperate.

She leaned down, nose brushing mine.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now be quiet. Let me take care of you.”

My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she slowly lowered herself, her lips brushing mine before trailing down my jawline. 

Her hands, soft yet firm, gripped my shoulders, holding me in place as if she knew I’d try to pull her closer. 

Her mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing the line of my neck, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but she noticed, her lips curling into a smirk against my skin. 

“Shh,” she murmured, her breath hot against my chest. “Let me hear you.”

Her fingers trailed down my chest, light and teasing, before settling on the waistband of my jeans. 

I held my breath as she unbuttoned them, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushed them down, her hands brushing against my thighs, her touch sending a jolt of heat straight to my cock. 

I was already hard, my cock straining against my boxers, and her gaze dropped to it, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” she teased, her fingers hooking into the elastic of my boxers. 

I bit my lip, my body trembling with need. She pulled them down, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of me, her breath hitching. 

“So eager,” she whispered, her voice laced with approval.

Her hands wrapped around me, her touch firm but gentle, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft. I groaned, my head falling back against the table, my hands clenching the edges as she began to stroke me. 

Her touch was slow, deliberate, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum that had already gathered. 

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

“Yes,” I managed, my voice hoarse, my body already on edge.

She quickened her pace, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, her other hand cupping my balls, massaging them gently. 

“Tell me how much you want it,” she demanded, her voice commanding.

“I want it so bad Professor,” I gasped, my hips bucking slightly against her hand. “Please, don’t stop.”

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. 

“Such a good boy,” she praised, her hand tightening around me. “But we’re not done yet.”

Her mouth descended, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling in a way that made my vision blur. 

I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair but not daring to add any pressure, my body arching off the table. She hummed, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me, her hand continuing to stroke me in sync with her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking. “That’s- that’s amazing.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Is it?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels so fucking good,” I panted, my body trembling on the edge. “Your mouth- i-it’s perfect.”

She smiled, her lips stretching around me again, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. I was close, so close, my body tense, every nerve ending screaming for release. 

But just as I was about to cum, she slowed, her hand easing, her mouth pulling away.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. “Not until I say so.”

I whimpered, my body aching with need, my cock throbbing with frustration. She kissed the tip, her tongue flicking teasingly before she began again, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony. 

I was a mess, my moans filling the room, my body completely at her mercy.

“Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “Let me cum.  Please.”

She chuckled, the sound vibrating through me, her hand tightening around me. 

“Not yet, baby,” she murmured. “I want to see how long you can last.”

Her mouth took me deeper, her throat closing around me, her hand stroking in time with her movements. 

I was losing it, my body trembling, my breath coming in short gasps. “I- I can’t- ”

She pulled back again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re doing so good, baby,” she praised, her hand slowing. “But not yet.”

I groaned, my body aching, my cock throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot against my skin. 

“Tell me how much you want to come,”she whispered, her voice a seductive command.

“I want it so bad,” I gasped, my body trembling. “I need to come. Please Professor, let me cum.”

She smiled, her lips curving against my skin, her hand beginning to move again, slow and torturous. 

“Soon, baby,” she promised, her voice a soft whisper. “But first, let’s see how close we can get.”

Her mouth took me again, her hand working in perfect sync, her tongue swirling, her throat tightening around me. 

I was a mess, my body on the brink, my moans filling the room. She edged me again, bringing me to the edge, only to pull back, her hand easing, her mouth leaving me throbbing and desperate.

“Professor,” I whimpered, my body trembling, my cock aching with need. “Please, I can’t take much more.”

She chuckled, her hand wrapping around me once more, her mouth descending, her tongue tracing the head. 

“One more time,” she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. “And then, maybe, I’ll let you cum.”

Her mouth took me deep, her hand stroking in time, her throat tightening around me. I was lost, my body surrendering to her, my moans turning into incoherent pleas. She worked me relentlessly, her mouth and hand in perfect harmony, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Professor, I’m- I’m gonna- ”

Her mouth tightened around me, her hand speeding up, her tongue swirling in a way that made my vision blur. 

I cried out, my body tensing, every muscle straining as I teetered on the edge, my cock throbbing with an almost painful need.

“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice a command. “Let it go.”

I shattered, my body convulsing, my cock pulsing as I came, my release hot and intense, my moans filling the room. 

Her mouth milked me, her hand squeezing gently, her tongue swirling as she drew every last drop from me. I was in ruins, my body limp, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally pulled away, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her hand stroking my chest, her eyes soft and admiring. 

She positioned herself above me, her scent enveloped me- a mix of her perfume, her skin, and something uniquely her that made my head spin. Her skirt hiked up, revealing she had nothing underneath, and I felt my breath hitch. 

She was a vision- her body perfectly framed by the soft light of the room, her full breasts rising and falling with her steady breaths.

She leaned back slightly, her hands resting on my chest, her eyes never leaving mine. 

“You’ve been a very good boy, Jungkook,” she said, her tone teasing yet filled with approval. “You deserve a reward.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Yes, Professor,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire. 

The way she called me good boy made me feel both proud and submissive, a combination that only heightened my arousal.

“Eat me out properly,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with desire.

She hovered there for a moment, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes searching mine for any hesitation. I held her gaze, my eagerness evident, and she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction before lowering herself onto me.

The first touch of her warmth against my lips was electric. 

I groaned softly, my hands instinctively moving to her thighs, holding her in place as I began to explore her with my mouth. 

She tasted sweet, her arousal coating my tongue as I lapped at her eagerly. Her hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, her moans filling the air as I worked my way deeper, my tongue tracing patterns against her sensitive flesh.

“Oh, Jungkook,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re so good at this. So eager to please me.”

Her words fueled my desire, and I moaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. 

She shifted slightly, her hips rocking against my mouth as she sought more friction, more pressure. I hummed softly, my hands squeezing her thighs gently, and she gasped, her nails digging into my scalp.

“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, her voice laced with dominance. “Do you like making me feel good?”

I nodded, my mouth still buried between her legs, and she laughed softly, a sound that was equal parts amusement and pleasure. 

“Answer me, Jungkook,” she commanded, her tone firm.

I lifted my head slightly, my lips brushing against her as I spoke. “Yes, Professor,” I murmured. “I love it. I love making you feel good.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Good boy,” she repeated, her voice a soft caress. “Now keep going. Make me cum.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. 

I dove back in, my tongue working tirelessly, my lips sucking gently as I focused on every inch of her. 

She was so responsive, her moans growing louder, her body trembling with each stroke of my tongue. Her hands tightened in my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth as she chased her release.

“Faster, Jungkook,” she panted, her voice urgent. 

I complied, my movements becoming more frantic, my mouth devouring her as she teetered on the edge. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her body tensing as she neared her climax. 

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept going, my tongue flicking, my lips sucking, until she finally shattered around me, her body convulsing as she cried out my name. Her hands clenched in my hair, her hips pressing down hard as she rode out her orgasm, her release coating my tongue. 

I drank her in, savoring her taste, her scent, the feel of her trembling body against mine.

When she finally stilled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she pushed herself up, her eyes wild with need. “I’m not done with you.”

Before I could protest, she slid down my body, her hands pushing my thighs apart. 

Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she straddled my hips, skirt bunching up to her waist. I could feel her warmth against my hardness, and I groaned, my hands reaching for her, only to be batted away.

“Hands to yourself, Jungkook,” she chided, her tone low and firm. “Or you won’t get to cum.”

I nodded, my chest heaving as she positioned herself above me, her hands gripping my wrists and pinning them to the table. 

Her eyes locked onto mine, full of challenge and desire, as she lowered herself onto me. I hissed at the sensation, my cock sliding into her tight heat, her walls clenching around me like a vice.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice rough. “You feel so good.”

She smirked, her hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Do I now? Tell me, Jungkook. How bad do you want to cum?”

“So bad,” I gasped, my body tensing as she rode me, her movements controlled, teasing. “Please, let me-”

“Not yet,” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “You’re not in control here. I am.”

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I whimpered, my hips bucking against her. 

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing my chest, her lips hovering over mine. “You’re mine to play with, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. “Yours.”

She pulled back, her hands gripping my shoulders as she increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent. I could feel her tightening around me, her breath coming in short gasps, and I knew she was close.

“Cum for me,” I pleaded, my voice desperate. “Let me make you feel good.”

She shook her head, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Not yet. I’m going to edge you, Jungkook. Make you beg for it.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting a fire in my veins. 

She slowed her movements, her hips grinding against me in a torturous rhythm, pushing me to the brink but pulling back before I could climax. I groaned, my body trembling, my cock throbbing with need.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Let me cum.”

“She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “You’re so close, aren’t you? So desperate.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my hands gripping the table as she pushed me further, her body moving in a way that made me see stars. “Professor, I can’t-”

“Shh,” she soothed, her lips pressing against mine in a soft kiss. “I’ll help you.”

She quickened her pace, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine, and I felt her climax building, her walls fluttering around me. 

I groaned, my hips thrusting up to meet her, and she cried out, her head falling back as she came, her body shaking.

“Fuck,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “That feels so good.”

She rode out her orgasm, her movements slowing as she leaned against me, her breath ragged. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her body still trembling from the force of her release.

“Your turn,” she whispered, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. “But only if you’re a good boy.”

I nodded eagerly, my body aching for release. She shifted, her hands gripping my hips as she guided my movements, her pace relentless. I groaned, my body tensing as I felt myself building, my cock throbbing with the promise of release.

“Y/N,” I gasped, my voice desperate. “I’m close.”

“Not yet,” she teased, her voice playful. “One more time. I want to hear you beg.”

I whimpered, my body trembling as she slowed her movements, pushing me to the edge once more. “Please,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Let me cum.”

She smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Yours,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. “I’m yours, Professor. Please, let me cum.”

Her smile softened, and she leaned down, her lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now cum for me.”

Her words were my undoing. 

I cried out, my body arching as I climaxed, my cock pulsing inside her as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. 

She held me close, her hands stroking my hair as I rode out my orgasm, my body trembling with the intensity of it.

And then it was quiet.

The room hummed with leftover heat. My heartbeat still thundered in my chest.

I lay there, dazed and open, blinking up at the ceiling like it might know what came next.

She didn’t rush.

She just leaned down, her skin warm against mine, and kissed my collarbone- soft and slow.

Then she murmured in my ear, voice calm, unreadable:

“Don’t think this changes the rules.”

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"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚?" These remarks trouble Jungkook. He is afraid of you. He is afraid of everything you do. He continuously doubts your motives and scrutinizes every exchange. He is reluctant to lower his guard around you because the terror in his eyes serves as a continual reminder of the harm that has been done.

He runs into you after school when you work with him on group projects or when you pass him in the corridors of the school. Unsure of what to say or do, Jungkook's heart races. A knot forms in his stomach as he braces himself for any possible argument or discussion. Every interaction with you is anxiety-inducing for him because he is afraid of failing you or receiving your criticism.

He is always afraid, but he loves you when you push him against the bleachers as you hold his throbbing cock in your hand. All of Jungkook's worries and fears vanish in those private times, to be replaced by a profound sense of love and desire for you. He is able to put aside his problems and just be present with you at such times because he feels fully seen and welcomed.

He wants to breathe with you, eat with you, and touch you in the same manner that you touch him. only in those instances when flesh is exposed. He then flees for his life. He longs for the closeness and bond you have, yet he must recede due to his public persona demands and fear of being vulnerable. He finds it difficult to truly commit to a long-term relationship because of the pressure of expectations and scrutiny, which leaves him conflicted between his wishes and the realities of his situation.

Jungkook had always been a solitary boy; He was afraid his parents would discover that he was acting in this way. He would get punishment, and as they have often warned, his parents would pull him out of school and send him to a Catholic school on the other side of the nation. Because of his dread of the repercussions, Jungkook started to act more clandestinely, which resulted in a never-ending internal conflict between following his own impulses and living up to the standards established by his conventional upbringing. He couldn't help but long for the freedom and independence that he felt would offer him contentment and satisfaction despite the hazards.

After you're done with him, Jungkook feels filthy, like he's betrayed his upbringing and given in to his own needs. He struggles greatly with the guilt, which exacerbates his inner turmoil and causes him to doubt his decision. While he longs for a feeling of morality and purity, he also longs for the thrill and pleasure that come with defying social norms.

However, your comments are usually irritating at sometimes. "𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛," you remark, repeating your soothing words in his mind. reassuring them that everything is fine and that this is typical.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨; 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚."

"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩."

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣,𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚."

"𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚."

"𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙝𝙢?"

Every phrase that Jungkook utters under pressure or in front of his parents. Every time there is a free period, Jungkook keeps track of the minutes. Because when you touch Jungkook at that moment, you two are alone. It seems like Jungkook feels comfortable in your company and in the time you two spend together during leisure time. Remember that everyone handles stress in various ways, and that's why it appears comforting for Jungkook to be with you.

"Jungkookie, do you want to touch me?" You perch atop Jungkook. his hands by his sides. He nods, but Jungkook is aware of your next move. He is aware that you will remind him to express boundaries and obtain permission before making any physical contact. Your consideration and understanding of Jungkook's personal space are extremely valuable.

"I need to hear you say it." He sits up straight and looks at the uniform shirt covering your chest.

"Yeah, I w-want like to touch you," he whispers. As you begin to unbutton your shirt, Jungkook is staring at your baby pink lace bra.

Jungkook inhales a sharp breath as you take his hand to brush on top of your smooth chest.

"Do you know what these are, Kookie?" He nods, his fingers pressing ever so little into the velvety flesh.

"What are they?" You reach behind to unclip your bra, holding the front part.

"They're your tits." Jungkook is cut off by his gasp. as you let your bra fall completely. Your nipples point out at him. He stares in awe, your tits sitting nicely and your hard nipples looking back at him.

"Touch them," he leans in. His cold hands brush your warm skin. You flinch, and he stops.

"I'm s-sorry, did that hurt?" You laugh and shake your head. "No, baby, your hands are just cold." You caress his face for reassurance.

He stammers, "S-sorry," and puts both of his hands on top of your breasts. He leaves them there, and you give him permission to play about by leaning into him. You feel a surge of pleasure rush over you as his hands play around with your breasts. When you lead his touch and show what feels nice, he immediately follows suit. The desire to satisfy and be satisfied fuels the passion that grows between you.

He snaps and begins to pull and squeeze at your breast while massaging your nipples between his fingers. Your breath quickens as you find yourself giving in to the ecstasy as the feelings get stronger. You feel a stronger connection with him as he deftly satisfies your wants and makes you want more.

As his soft kisses melt your flesh underneath him, you sigh in ecstasy. He moans as you begin to grind on him a little. You both give in to the overwhelming yearning that is running through your bodies, which heightens the intensity of the moment. Your motions have an impeccable rhythm that synchronizes, strengthening your bond and bringing you both closer to the brink of bliss.

When Jungkook jumps the boat, he hooks his mouth onto one of your nipples and begins to suck and swallow with his hard tongue. Squeezing the second one between his thumb and pointer, he sucks hard. With a groan that escapes your lips as Jungkook's deft mouth takes you to the verge of euphoria, you arch your back in pleasure. His motions are so intense that they send waves of pleasure through your body, and you both become consumed by an overpowering need that is impossible to resist.

You both feel the desire to grind on him more as he takes your entire tit into his mouth. “That hurts," and Jungkook lets your tit drop out of his lips. You meet his stare and see a mixture of anxiety and desire. With his hands softly brushing over your body, Jungkook understands the fine line between pleasure and suffering and murmurs words of apology and confidence. After taking a minute to gather yourselves, you both find comfort in each other's arms and proceed.

Gazing up into your lustful gaze He notices his thickening cock sticking through his school clothes as he stares down at his crotch. Your heat is escaping through your skirt to him. There's a knowing smirk between you both, admitting the inherent desire between you, and the air is thick with expectation. Your need is fueled by the intensity of the moment, which also creates an electric charge that permeates the space.

"Do you want to touch me somewhere else?" you ask in a moan.

"Y-yes, please," he says as he pushes up, thrusting his hard-covered cock into your heat.

You take his fingers, leading them to your pussy, and he grunts as the tip of his finger meets your solid heat, covered only by your thin cotton panties. As his touch ignites a fiery sensation within you, your breath quickens and your body trembles with anticipation. The intimate connection between you intensifies, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Y/N your so…wet”

“Your making me wet Koo”

As you tickle yourself with his fingers and run his pointer finger up and down your moist folds, Jungkook can only imagine how warm and wet it is inside. Jungkook is amazed and wants to pull off your cotton underwear. He stops at your nerve and rolls his finger around it for a few seconds as you carry on with the motions.

As you continue to rub yourself with his fingers, you realize that tears are flowing down Jungkook's cheeks and that his eyes are becoming wetter.

"Jungkook, baby, what's wrong?" Without any delay, you halt and gently lift his face, forcing him to turn to face you.

"This feels wrong," he says, gazing up at you through moist eyes.

"If you don't want to, we don't have to. You should've told me to stop. I don't want you to feel-."

"Y/N, that's the issue. He admits, "You make me feel pain, and it always feels so wrong, but I always want to do it," pressing your body closer to him while your cunt draws from his firm cock and your tits brush against his chest.

He starts to grind you more quickly on him. You're over him, indignant at what he's done.

"You...just...feel...so...fucking...good..." After flipping you over, Jungkook is now on top of you. He wants more, but you're dry-humping together.

He's crying more now. "Y/N, that aches like hell. Please fix it." You kiss his jaw and put your hands around his neck.

You laughed beneath him, "Jungkookie, you're so desperate." Jungkook gives you a glance. "This isn't funny!" He screams. You laugh more, though.

"Jungkook, you're so cute." You reach down and give him a cheek kiss. Jungkook peeks at your pants as you lift your skirt. His eyes enlarge.

"Kookie, do you want to fuck me?" Your stare turns dark. "Yes, I do. So bad. Y/N, so bad." You smile.

"Okay, but we have to do a few things first, okay? You have to be good for me," Jungkook nods.

"I'll do anything, Y/N; tell me." Jungkook is about to face catastrophe. You give him a nasty smile as you look at him.

"Eat me out; I don't know if I'm wet enough, kookie." Jungkook seems disoriented as he fixes his gaze on the damp patch on your panties.

"Y/N..."

You sulk, "You're not going to do it; I thought you were a good boy, Jungkook," but he gives you a defeated stare.

"No, I am! I'm the best boy, but..." You turn your head.

"But what?" your press.

"I..." He looks away from you. You advance toward him.

He flinches. "Talk, Jungkook," you demand.

"I don't know how to do that; I don't know how to eat you out," he confesses, and you smile.

"I'm going to teach you, dummy." You pull him closer, guiding his hand to your waist. "It's okay, Jungkook. We'll take it slow, and I'll show you step by step," you reassure him. He looks at you with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, ready to learn from you.

With a nod, Jungkook removes the remaining portion of your panties. You spread your legs apart to give him a good glimpse of your glinting cunt. Jung Kook touches your bear with his fingertips, displaying his impulsive nature. He stops staring up at you when you recoil, and you start to tremble.

"S-sorry, did that hurt?” You smile; just shake your head.

"No, it simply feels good. Jungkook, you make me feel so good," you whimper.

“Don’t say stuff like that”

“But it’s true, koo”

Jungkook nods, "Okay, go and position yourself in front of me," and his eyes are once again in front of your pussy. You push yourself in closer until his nose just touches your clit.

"Now lick me," Jungkook commands, beginning with a leisurely lick of the interior through your folds and nub. You groan, "Yeah, just like Kookie, go faster," and Jungkook obliges by licking your cunt more quickly and nodding his head. You're groaning, and his nose is rubbing across your pussy. Jungkook moans as you grab hold of his hair and tug at the silky strands.

You respond, "Suck it," but Jungkook is already five steps ahead. You lay on the floor, and he becomes hungry and puts your legs over his shoulders. You groan while yanking at his hair.

Your eyes roll back into your head as Jungkook sucks and pulls your clit into his mouth. You cry, "Jungkook, I'm going to cum," and as you cum on Jungkook's face, he moves quicker, and the burning sensation in your stomach flares up. As Jungkook saps your high, you grind hard on his face.

"Jungkook, you really are a wonderful boy. I'm thankful. You cry out, release his hair, and he emerges from your excitement, his face moist. "Please let me fuck you right now. I'm really hurting. look!" Your weary hand is grabbed by Jungkook and pressed up against his cock.

But before you go for your next session, the school bell sounds.

"Awe, Jungkookie, we have to get to class." You claim to be getting ready and getting your clothing fixed. Rushing to get your pants off the floor, you are stopped by Jungkook before you can flee. He forces you up against the wall-mounted gym mats.

"Y/N." He has a gloomy voice. "You promised; you can't leave me like this." After picking you up, Jungkook encircles his waist with your legs and begins humping your nude cunt.

"Koo," yet it's an overly pleasant feeling. When you let out a groan in his ear, Jungkook keeps pushing his encased cock into your wet cunt.

"Please, it will be quick; please, I'm in so much pain." You nod in agreement as Jungkook cries, simply needing to feel anything.

“Please Y/N…I need you…please”

"Yes, kookie, hurry, fuck me, fuck me, Jungkook." Without waiting another second, he pulls out his dick and fists several times before aligning them with your entrance. Slowly, he thrust, and at last, Jungkook was in your heat. Your vaginal walls flex around him so tight, wet, and flawlessly that he fucks you quickly. You groan in his ear, "You like it, Jungkook." "Yes, it's nice. "I love it." He whimpers and groans against your lips as you grin and plant a kiss on him.

"Y/N, what's happening?" With a thrust that blows you out and a tighter hold on your thighs, Jungkook begins to fuck you more quickly. Jungkook suddenly moves your legs so they sit on the inside of his elbows.

“Fuck Jungkook your so big” you whine as he pounds into you.

You have your feet hanging in midair. As he strikes you harder, you groan. You start to tremble; your climax is approaching, and Jungkook lets out a loud groan that makes you realize you're at school. Pulling his face in your direction, you give him a hard choke.

"You have to be quiet, baby; you don't want to get caught, do you?" Jungkook then lets go of his lengthy, thick ropes of cum inside of you while moaning. You close your eyes, and as you groan, the heated fluid drips down your wall, tightening his choke.

“Y/N don’t stop”

When you relaxed, Jungkook collapsed to his knees. You lick off the remnants of your finger as you burrow your finger into your cum-filled cunt. Jungkook is resting on your shoulders.

"We have to go, Koo," you say, scratching his head, and he groans.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" When he said that, you grinned. "Of course, baby." After you kiss him, you hear the intercom blaring loudly from the closet.

"Jeon Jungkook and Y/N L/N, please report to the office." You and Jungkook look at each other confusedly, but you fix it with a kiss.

After feeling uncomfortable about sharing his body with you, Jungkook is now more at ease with it. He was concerned that his parents would learn about his unethical behavior at school.

However, Jungkook is ecstatic right now; he walks you to and from school. occasionally pay him or her a brief visit and have a fast fuck. both anywhere and anyplace. That was the time you talked him into eating you out of his parent's closet—in the shower, the living room, your bed, and his bed.

𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

Every day, Jungkook looks forward to the moment when he can be with you.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠:)

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙩𝙬

𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙄𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 (𝙞𝙢 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨)

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤:))))

𝙊𝙠𝙞 𝙗𝙮𝙚 (^‿^✿)

[tanniefm]

como te quiero yo | jjk (m)

translation: how i love you

summary - there’s never a moment where jungkook doesn’t want you, even if you’re not physically there to help him.

pairing - idol!jungkook x latina!reader

genre - established relationship, smut, fluff

word count - 1k

song inspo - como te quiero yo by kali uchis

warnings - phone sex, masturbation (both m and f), spanish pet names <3, subby koo (y’all know i can’t resist), dom reader, mommy kink, sickly sweet lovey dovey shit

translations! cariño - darling, principe - prince, pobrecito - poor thing, buen trabajo cariño - good job darling, te quiero mas, mi vida - i love you more, my life

a/n - jk would def bust quick if you talked to him in spanish idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ also lmk if u guys want more race-specific reader content i’ll def supply!

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It’s 1:30 am in New York. The moon shines through the sheer curtains in Jungkook’s high-rise hotel, casting a glow on the white sheets he’s currently snuggled in. He tried to go to sleep, he really did. But he can’t seem to stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of you. What time is it where you’re at? Have you eaten? Would it be ok to call you right now? He tongues at his newest lip piercing as he contemplates if he should text you or not. Luckily for him, you beat him to it.

my love 💞: babyyyyyy u up? i miss u :(

He giggles giddily and immediately hits the call button. You pick up after the first ring. “Hi angel,” he says quietly. He feels like a little kid talking to his crush. “Hi handsome, I saw your show earlier. You did so well!” you reply. You two go on for a while, relaying your days and catching each other up on anything new going on in your lives. As you listen to him talk sleepily to you on the phone, you can’t help but clench your thighs together. His voice gets so low and gravelly, and it makes you throb thinking of that voice in your ear as he’s fucking his fat length into you. It hasn’t been insanely long since you two have done anything. He’s been in New York for only a week now and he made sure to fuck you numb before he left. But still, you’re so used to going at it all the time that it almost feels like torture not to have him here with you. As you listen to him talk, you slowly slide your hand down your body, teasing the hem of your panties. You reply to him in hums to at least keep him thinking you’re somewhat paying attention. You gasp softy as you start to circle your clit, which causes Jungkook to pause and raise a brow, but he doesn’t think much of it after you tell him to keep talking. The faster your fingers move on your clit however, the louder your noises get. Jungkook stops talking completely to make sure he’s hearing correctly.

“W-What are you doing,” he laughs nervously. He feels his boxers get tighter the more he hears you moan and pant into the phone. “Mmm what does it sound like I’m doing cariño?” Jungkook physically twitches. He loves when you speak Spanish to him, not only does he find it beautiful, he finds it so fucking sexy. He whimpers and quickly takes off his underwear. His long cock slaps his abdomen and he hisses at the cold air that hits his sticky tip. Only you could make him drip with precum this fast. He spits into his palm and wraps his hand around himself, setting a quick pace. He felt this need rushing over him the second he heard your pretty sounds. You hear how fast he’s going on your end, the wet smacking of his hand going up and down his length making you smile. He’s such a needy boy.

“Aht aht, slow down baby. I don’t want you cumming yet,” you giggle. “But I don’t wannaaa,” he whines. He already feels the stirring in his stomach, he could cum in the next minute or so if he really tried to. 

“That wasn’t a question. Do as I say or else you won’t cum at all tonight,” you say sternly. He whimpers and slows down, just as you said. “M sorry mommy, it just feels s-ohh-o good,” his sentence was interrupted by his hand squeezing his tip gently. Fuck, he wants to cum so bad. 

“I know principe, just keep moving nice and slow for me. That’s it…my good boy,” you sigh breathily. You get on your knees and rock your hips back and forth on your fingers, imagining they were his. You slowly keep talking him through it, describing everything you wanna do to him when he gets home. His eyes shut as he visualizes your every word. He imagines you’re on top of him, bouncing up and down slowly while you stare deep into his teary doe eyes. He imagines you wrapping your hand around his neck as you sloppily twirl your tongue around his. His toes curl at the thought of your fingers sliding into his mouth as you gradually move faster, choking on them as your ass slams against his thighs. 

“There we go babyboy, go faster for mommy,” his face scrunches in pleasure as he feels himself get closer and closer. Precum and spit make the glide of his hand effortless. “Mommy, m gonna cum! Please please can I cum? Please,” Jungkook begs. His hips buck as he fucks into his fist. You can’t do anything but smile and moan along with him as you match the pace of his hand on your clit. 

“Pobrecito, you wanna cum sweet boy? Make a mess all over yourself?” He nods feverishly but soon answers verbally too, as he realizes dumbly that you can’t see him. He isn’t exactly thinking clearly at the moment. “I’m close too, principe. Cum with mommy,” you whine. You count down from 5, wanting to time your orgasms perfectly. Jungkook tries all his might to keep from busting his load. The second you reach one his body locks up and he lets out a loud gasp. Thick, white ropes shoot from his swollen tip onto his abs and hand, the rest dripping down his balls. His head feels light and fuzzy, but he can still hear your pretty voice mumbling and cursing in Spanish through your climax. Soon all you both hear is each other’s heavy breathing through the speaker. 

“Buen trabajo cariño, I’m so proud of you,” you say warmly. He blushes and thanks you shyly. “I’m serious Kookie. You’ve been working so hard lately. I’m so so so proud of you. I really can’t wait for you to come home so I can smother you with kisses,” you sigh dreamily. Being with someone like Jungkook was difficult at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

“Thank you, angel. I’m coming home as soon as I can, I promise,” he says with determination. You laugh softly at his words, causing him to smile. God, he’s so in love with you. 

“Goodnight ____, I love you so much,” he says sweetly. “Te quiero mas, mi vida. I’ll be waiting for you.”

[boyfriendtaekook]

i just found a heart-wrenching sub!jungkook fic on ao3😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 it’s a one shot yet it made me feel…things😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

one of the neediest hottest sub!jungkook fic🥹🥹🥹 go have a read!

Summary:

It's been a couple years since you and Jungkook broke up and with good reason. But one night, Jungkook shows up to your doorstep with an aching need that no one can resolve but you.

[verhanz]

❝ [sloppy] ❞

↳ “how bts like to get fucked”

↳ boypussy!bts x reader

↳ dom!reader, sub!bts, (kinda) implied poly!ot7, reader isn’t gendered but has a dick, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, squirting, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation/slut shaming (consensual dw), breeding kink, daddy kink (r. receiving), pet play, mentions of bondage, lmk if i’m missing anything <3

↳ don’t know if anyone else fucks with bp bangtan… but i know i do!! also catboy yoongi is sooo hot to me - rory

❝ [kim seokjin] ¡! ❞

↳ seokjin will take you in any way you could think of. this man loves getting fucked more than anything in the world, so feel free to bend him over whenever you want. but he especially loves when you have him ride your cock, making him do all the work without you even lifting a finger. although jin is the #1 pillow princess, he can’t help but enjoy it when you punish him by making him seek his own pleasure without your help.

“what do you need, jinnie?” you can see how your words make him shiver from where he is sat in your lap. “please want your cock. i’ve been waiting for days!” his eyes are getting more teary the longer you make him wait. “i know you have been, sweetheart, i can feel you dripping through your panties.” he gasps, hips slightly shifting to gratify the pent up need radiating through his body. seokjin lets out small whines at the feeling of your cock rubbing against his clothed pussy. your hands come to rest on his hips to stop his movements, making him cry out, tears finally leaving his eyes as he pathetically pushes against your hands to let him move again. “if you want my cock, you can get it yourself.” once he hears your statement, jin is immediately scrambling to pull down both of your underwear and sliding down onto your dick. his slick walls easily suck you deeper as he rests his hands on your shoulders to help keep himself up right. he sits still for a moment, beautifully empaled of your cock, only to be startled back to reality when you place a sharp smack on his ass. “thought you wanted it bad, jinnie, what’s taking you so long?”

❝ [min yoongi] ¡! ❞

↳ yoongi likes it best when you take him from behind. holding himself up on his hands and knees, back arched as you pound in and out of his messy cunt. he loves it when you play into his fantasy, turning your little kitty into a bitch in heat. yoongi wants you to put a collar on him and place cute cat ears on his head, maybe even push a tail buttplug up his back hole. if he gets deep enough into his headspace he’ll start meowing, which makes you start fucking into him at a feral pace while you pump him full of your seed.

all that was heard throughout the dorm was the sound of skin on skin and the wet noise of slick being pushed out of yoongi’s hole. every time you hit his special spot, he would let out a string of meows which only encouraged you to fuck him harder. “does it feel good, kitty?” “meeoow~” was all he responded with, not being able to communicate with words once he got this far into his own head. “want me to fill you up with my pups? gonna knock you up just like you’ve been begging for, kitten.” your vulgar language causes the man’s arms to give out, making him fall face first into the mattress, the cat ears sliding further down into his disheveled hair. you reach your arm under his torso and force him to arch his back more, causing him to fuck your cock deeper into his soaking pussy. the wet sounds made by your ongoing thrusts cause yoongi to cry out, clenching around your dick as he gets closer to his climax. you groan at the feeling and finally fill him up, making him whine and cry as his greedy pussy sucks up every last drop.

❝ [jung hoseok] ¡! ❞

↳ hobi is a slut for seeing your face. any position where he can look at you while you fuck him will make him come very quickly. he loves when you put his legs over your shoulders while you fuck into him, the angle shooting pleasure straight to his core. he’s so loud in bed, unable to stop himself from screaming out when you hit the right spot inside him. he doesn’t even care if his members hear the noises he lets out, wanting them to know that he’s getting fucked by you so well.

“oh myyyy godd!!” hoseok’s screams reverberate around the room as you continue to piston into him at and incredible speed. each time you thrust into him his body goes flying against the headboard, legs flailing from where they are stationed around your shoulders. “that’s it, seok-ah. let everyone know how good i’m fucking you. bet they’re rubbing themselves to the sound of your moans.” your words have his legs trembling and his hands grasping at your arms, which are placed on his hips to keep him in place. “please! please i need it so bad!” hoseok cries out, the amount of cream caking at the base of your dick increasing after each thrust. “i’ll give you whatever you need, baby.” as you finish your sentence, he meets your eyes and you can feel the way he tightens at the intimate connection. your increasing speed causes immense pressure in his pussy, causing him to squirt around you. the liquid soaks both of your stomachs and makes the slide of your cock into his overstimulated pussy much smoother.

❝ [kim namjoon] ¡! ❞

↳ joon likes to get fucked laying on his bed with his legs wrapped around your waist. it’s so relaxing for him to have the ability to sit back and be taken care of. he enjoys you fucking him at a fast but gentle pace, relishing in the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of his walls. joon absolutely loves when you come inside of him but he doesn’t mind if you pull out and nut all over his thighs and tummy.

“taking me so well, joonie” “thank you, thank you- i love it so much. fucking me so good~” he replies, eyes struggling to focus on yours as you continue to thrust inside of him. “are you close, baby? i can feel you getting tighter around me.” your words makes his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth fall open in a silent moan. “gonna come! please can i come?” you lean down to suck on his neck as he keeps begging for release. you reach you hand between your two bodies, quickly rubbing his clit to bring him closer to the edge. “of course you can, baby. want you to come all over my cock.” at your words, he flings his head back against the pillows and allows the pleasure to overtake him. he releases his juices around you, soaking your hand and the bed sheets beneath you. “such a good boy, gonna come inside you now. i know you want it, baby.”

❝ [park jimin] ¡! ❞

↳ jimin really loves riding you, goes crazy at the thought of being able to take your dick however he wants. he especially likes reverse cowgirl, he loves twerking on your cock to hear you groan and give him a good slap on his cheeks. the sting only helps to keep him going, riding you harder once he knows that you are enjoying the view. another fan of creampies, he doesn’t like to let any of your come go to waste. if it slides out once you’re done with him, he’ll scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back inside.

jimin turns away from you, straddling your hips and lining himself up with your large cock. he is always excited when he’s able to take you inside him, no matter how long it’s been since it last happened. once he slides down to the hilt he looks back at you, only to find you staring straight at his butt. “i can never get enough of your fat ass, min. you always look so fucking good taking me.” you end your statement by gripping both of his asscheeks in your palms. jimin whines at once the possessive feeling of your hands on him disappears, leaning forward slightly and shaking his ass on your cock, listening to the sound of it clapping against your skin echo around the sweaty room. you groan at the sight and plant your feet against the bed, bucking your cock deep into jimin’s waiting pussy. he knows that by the end of the night he’ll be full of your seed and that satisfies him enough to let you set the pace, grasping the skin of your thighs in his small hands. “that’s it daddy, jiminie loves your dick so much.”

❝ [kim taehyung] ¡! ❞

↳ taehyung likes to be held while you’re having sex. whether that be you holding him tight to your chest while you gently thrust into him on the bed, or pining him against the wall as you claim his pussy for your own pleasure. as you go between the different scenarios, tae has his preferences of how he likes to be treated and addressed. if you’re slowly making love to him on your shared bed, he likes when you praise him and tell him how well he’s taking you. on the other hand, he loves when you call him a dirty whore when you are fucking him so fast he can barely comprehend what’s going on. as long as you give him proper aftercare, he’s happy.

“how do you want it tonight, taetae?” you gaze down at your sub from where he’s seated on the couch. “want to feel it. please.” he looks at you with puppy eyes and a pout that you would never be able to resist in a million years. “of course, jagiya. you know i’ll always give it to you however you want.” you lean down to scoop him into your arms, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist and his arms circling your neck. you carry him through the hallway, unable to focus on your steps as he sucks on your neck. you come to a stop outside his bedroom door, pushing him against the wall, unable to resist the urge to take him any longer. you shove your pants down and push his panties to the side, inserting your cock into his waiting hole and setting an overwhelming pace. taehyung throws his head back against the wall as you push into him and whisper dirty things into his ear. he comes alarmingly quick due to the amount of stimulation you were providing him with, you following shortly behind him, pulling out to come across his stomach. as you come down from your highs, you hear the door open down the hall and a voice ring out, “can we join next time?” you laugh at the request, knowing tonight is gonna be long for both you and taehyung.

❝ [jeon jungkook] ¡! ❞

↳ one of jungkook’s biggest kinks is bondage. he loves the feeling of being restricted and not having the ability to touch you. it makes him incredibly wet that you are able to do whatever you want to him and he can’t do anything to stop you. he likes when you tie his hands behind his back and fuck him doggy style, having to shove his face into the pillows to quite his screams. he also loves having you eat him out before fucking him because it gets him nice and ready to take your fat cock, but also it turns him on so much seeing you not be able to resist yourself when your face is shoved in his cunt.

“yes!! fuck me with your tongue! feels so good… i don’t know if i can wait any longer.” as soon as jungkook says that, you remove your face from his pussy, grabbing his hair to pull his back flush to your chest. “you’re not going to come until i’m fucking you with my cock. do you understand?” he immediately nods at your words, grinding his ass against your bulge as he tries to get you to put your dick in him. “words, guk.” “yes! yes! i understand! i promise i won’t come until you tell me to!” you let out a satisfied groan at his words, shoving his legs apart to line your cock up with his entrance. as you push in, jungkook can’t help but scream into the sheets beneath him, the pleasure in his core building up as you bottom out.

[mintchocohip]

sub!bts ➻ most to least likely to cry during sex

requested 〉 the members of the ot7 most to least likely to cry during sex.

note 〉 sub!bts x domme!reader

𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏  

Jungkook

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Taehyung

Namjoon

Jimin

𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏

Any heightened emotion can make Jungkook cry. He needs you to forgive him quickly. Sharing everything in this moment is important to him. If your eyes are dry and he’s hiccuping in a sob, understanding that you’ll hug him doesn’t stop Jungkook’s brain from convincing him he ruined it. 

"I’m not crying because it feels bad. I’m not crying because of you.” Seokjin has the lines prepared. He doesn’t want to analyze why it happens. He doesn’t want his partners to pry, either. If you acknowledge his tears, touch them, and continue with nonchalance, Seokjin fades into the afterglow with content sniffles.

Overheated, inadequate dread holds the threat of tears inside. Yoongi needs to know that crying won’t push away partners he genuinely cares about. Permission to show this side of himself makes Yoongi reverent with gratefulness. Inevitably, he feels safe enough to talk about how these tears play into his favorite humiliation fantasies.  

Hoseok understands that letting go of every control surrenders his predictability. After he gives you a carte blanche, Hoseok warns you―it’s different every time. He doesn’t know what startling things will burst out, either.      

Dark moods draw Taehyung to intimacy. When everything hurts, Taehyung knows what will happen if you tease his needs and trickle nostalgic love murmurs into his ear. There’s no resistance. Tears feel like passion. 

Namjoon is sensitive. He can patch up his own soul. Pleasure attacks his defenses, and spills the hurt out for you to accept. It’s always a mistake. Namjoon appreciates that you ask what he needs, but he doesn’t want to burden you when he’s trying to satisfy you.

Jimin balances the sensual and the sensitive. Sex is hot, intense, and happy. Something tips the balance. Jimin realizes needs are mismatched. Angry sex is cheering him up, but you’re still simmering―or, the rough dirty talk you promised doesn’t hit right. Jimin always whispers out that he needs to stop before he feels the first sting of pressure behind his nose.

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💎 » a/n » i’ve talked about the ot7 crying during sex before! you can find some of my thoughts ››here.

[dambaepuff]

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☆Pairing: Roomate!Jeongguk x GN!Reader

☆Genre: Non!Idol AU, light angst, fluff, smut, one-shot

☆Warnings: swear words, Sub!JK, Dom!Reader, making out, hand job, fingering (m receiving)

☆Word count: 3k

☆Summary: After Jeongguk’s Valentines date bailed on him, he came home defeated and upset. In your attempt to comfort him things get heated.

☆A/N: I hope you’ll enjoy this valentines special!! This is my first time writing smut sooo I’m not sure how great it turned out. Once again, I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so I apologize if there’s any mistakes.

You sat down onto your couch with a huff, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels. Almost every single channel had a a romance movie playing, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. You turned on a streaming service, your irritation only growing when the front page recommended romance shows and movies. Jeongguk, your roommate and crush of three years was out on a date with some girl currently. You were never one to really care about Valentine’s Day, but knowing someone else was sneaking their way into his heart whilst you spent the evening home alone made you despise the holiday’s existence. Typing the title of a movie you’d been meaning to watch for ages now into the search bar, you turned it on and let yourself relaxed into the couch cushions. A couple of minutes in, you heard the door of your apartment unlock.

Craning your neck towards the sound you watched as Jeongguk walked in, the bouquet you had helped him pick out earlier that day loosely gripped in his hand. He sluggishly took off his shoes and jacked, dropping the assortment of flowers onto your kitchen counter. “How’d the date go?” You asked, looking up at him from your seat. “It didn’t go.” He answered in a flat tone. “What?” You scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion at his cryptic answer. “She didn’t show up. Only sent a text like half an hour after we were supposed to meet saying she forgot and made other plans.” He explained as he sat down next to you, looking defeated and tired. A deep frown formed on your lips, feeling sympathetic towards your roommate. You put a hand onto his shoulder, hoping to bring him some form of comfort. “Should we watch cheesy movies and order takeout? We can be alone and date-less together then.” You suggested, trying to cheer him up. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He sniffled lightly and fully let himself lean back into the couch. Now that his face was closer to yours you realized his eyes were glossy and red, his nose tinted a light pink as if he had been continuously wiping it. “Hey, you wanna talk about it?” You asked, your eyebrows being pulled together by worry. “Well, it’s not really like I wanted to go on that date with her so badly it’s just that,” he took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “-it made me feel so… so shit. You know? Like I,” He pursed his lips together, trying his hardest to not let tears escape his eyes. “I don’t know. I guess, it’s affecting my self esteem? I felt like,” He couldn’t keep his tears anymore. The dams broke, tear droplets freely falling off his long lashes now. “I felt like…” A quiet sob stopped him from finishing his sentence. Your hands came up to grab his, running your thumbs over his knuckles in hopes of calming him down. “I felt like a fucking loser!” He finally managed to get out, your heart breaking at the look in his eyes. Hatred filled his dark irises, but not towards his date who bailed, but rather at himself. You pulled him into an embrace, unable to muster up words to console him. He gladly leaned in, gripping your shirt and crying into your chest. You let his warm tears soak through the cloth, not caring about anything other than giving him the comfort he needed so desperately. One of your hands softly stroked through his hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into his back. After giving him a moment to cry his heart out you started to quietly mumble reassurances into his ear. “Jeongguk you’re so handsome and kind, maybe it’s for the best she showed her true colors so early on. You deserve so much better. Someone who can give you the respect and love you deserve, someone who will be there for you when no one else is.” You placed a fleeting peck onto the crown of his head, causing him to snuggle further into your chest. The two of you cuddled till he calmed down, letting comfortable silence consume you.

“Maybe you’re right.” He muttered against you, the sound coming out muffled. “Hm, about what?” You asked, your hand that had stilled resuming the mindless movement on his back. “Finding someone who’s right for me is so hard,” he said, lifting his head up to look at you. “especially when they’re right in front of me.” He finished his sentence. “Right in front of you?” You tilted your head in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant. He tentatively leaned up closer to you, stopping a couple of centimeters away from your face. “Can I do something?” He asked, his warm breath tickling the skin of your face. You only gave a small nod, your heart rate beginning to pick up. His gaze dropped down to your lips, slowly he leaned in closer again, placing his soft lips onto yours. It only lasted a short moment, the kiss being a mere peck, but it made a million butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest, the circulation making your skin heat up.

“Hm, maybe try it again. For good measure.” You whispered feeling bold. The corner of his lip quirked up, he hummed in agreement and closed the gap between you again. This time the kiss lasted longer, his hand snuck up to cup the side of your face as he moved his lips against yours. He began to be more sloppy, opening his mouth more against yours and letting your saliva mix. You gladly let it happen, trying to slip your tongue past his lips. He got the memo and let it slide in, quietly moaning as his tongue pushed against yours. He disconnected your lips to get some air, climbing onto you and straddling your lap. Your hands instinctively went to hold his hips making him put his arms around your neck and resume making out with you. Groaning against his lips the kisses became more messy, teeth and tongues clashing in desperation. He ground his hips down onto yours, searching for friction to aid his hardening cock.

You started trailing kisses down the side of his face, stopping at his jaw to lightly nibble at the soft flesh. He huffed and tangled his fingers into yours hair, giving it a light tug. You continued to place messy kisses down his neck, bitting and sucking at his skin. In response he moaned, more loudly this time. Taking it as a sign to keep going you carried on with bruising his neck. His hips started to speed up, the grinding turning into humping. One of your hands snaked to his lower stomach, slipping it under his shirt and playing with the waistband of his pants. You slid your thumb inside it, gently stroking the flesh right above his cock. He softly whined into your ear, gripping your wrist to try guiding your hand where he needed it most. “Eager now, are we?” You teased and switched your kisses to pecks. “Please, I want you to touch me.” He whispered, trying to hump up against your hand. Deciding to be merciful, you dipped your hand into his boxers and pulled out his erect dick. He moaned at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him, biting down onto his lip in anticipation. You pulled away from his neck to get a good look at face. Whilst maintaining eye contact you let go of his cock, bringing your hand up you spat into your palm. He only watched you with hooded eyes, shivering at what was to come. Slowly you lathered up his dick, leisurely starting to twist your wrist around it. He lightly thrusted up into your hand, having to keep himself restrained from snapping his hips up like an animal in heat, but to no avail, he couldn’t help himself.

You barely even had to move your hand, he did most of the work by fucking up into it like a hormonal teenager who had never felt intimacy before. Your knuckles would occasionally skim against his lower stomach, making him shudder from the ticklish feeling on his sensitive skin. He whined out your name, his voice cracking as he pathetically rutted up into your fist. In the meantime, your other hand had gotten busy with kneading the flesh of his ass. You had been eyeing the supple flesh since you first met the man, always secretly wondering what kind of noises he’d make as your fingers filled him up to the rim. Gathering up the courage, you decided to ask him if you could finger his ass. “Jeongguk,” You quietly said, trying to get his attention. “Yes?” He replied breathily, slowing his thrusts down. “Can I finger you?” You asked looking up at him. “Fuck.” He felt his balls tense up as his empty hole clenched, the mere question almost making him cum. “Yes. Fuck, please do.” He huskily replied, his hips coming to a stop. “Take your pants off pretty boy.” You instructed as you tapped his hip, signaling for him to get off of you. He obediently came off and started taking off his pants together with his boxers. You got up from the couch and started walking to your room. “I need to go fetch some lube real quick. You can lose the shirt too.” You cheekily winked at him and looked him up and down. The tips of his ears reddened and he nodded dumbly at you.

Pulling your nightstand drawer open, you dug around the cluster or objects in search for the lubricant. Once you found it you quickly made your way back to the living room. On the couch laid Jeongguk in all his glory. Sprawled out with his legs wide open for you, completely naked and ready for you to destroy him. You knelt down between his legs pecking his knee and starting to litter kisses down towards his inner thigh. He shuddered, the chilly air of the living room and the feeling of your lips against his skin too much for him to bare. He lightly arched his back, his nipples hardening from the cold. You massaged his outer thigh as you popped the lid of the lube open with your thumb. “You ready?” You asked to which he hummed in reply. Raising an eyebrow at him you awaited a verbal answer, which he quickly scrambled to give. “Y-yes!” He stammered out. “Good.” You simply replied and started to apply the clear substance onto two of your fingers. “Relax, I can’t do anything if you’re tense.“ You said as you leaned down to give him a tender kiss. He took in a deep breath and relaxed his muscles with an exhale.

Your fingers lightly grazed his rim, testing the waters of his sensitivity. “S’cold.” He mumbled against your lips. “I know baby.” You replied an continued kissing him. Softly you pushed your middle finger against his hole, slowly easing in the tip of your finger. Seeing no signs of discomfort you continued pushing in till you hit the base of your knuckles. He sighed into your mouth, his hand coming up to rest on your bicep. “It it okay? Can I move it?” You questioned. “Mhm! S’okay.” He drowsily replied. You began to move your finger slowly, pumping it in and out of him. Jeongguk squirmed underneath you, letting out soft pants and gasps at the new sensation. Wiggling your finger around inside him, you deemed him ready enough to add another digit. “I’ll add another, okay?” You said as you slid your hand down his chest and towards his stomach. “Yes!” He replied breathlessly. Sliding the finger that was already inside of him almost all the way out, you probed at his entrance gently with the one next to it. They both went in with relative easy, making Jeongguk’s breathing become even more shallow once your knuckles reached the skin of his ass. You started pumping again, the lubricant making squelching noises. Once you were sure he was used to your fingers, you moved the hand which was resting on his stomach to take a hold of his neglected cock. The moan he let out the moment you touched his dick was like music to your ears, making you feel your own arousal grow.

You laid down onto the couch so your head was between his legs now. Nosing at his inner thigh you started to kiss and bite the skin. You trailed the kisses further down, stopping right in front of his cock. You looked up at him, admiring how his abdominal muscles would twitch when you pressed down especially deep inside of him. His head was thrown back, his Adams’s apple bobbing as he desperately tried to swallow down the excess spit forming in his mouth from his continuous moaning. You watched his face closely as you stopped jerking him off, waiting for him to look down at you so he can see you take his cock into your mouth. Just as you expected, he rolled his head, letting it drop forward as he stared down at you. “Why’d you sto-ah!” His question was cut off by his own moan the moment you licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. He threw his head back again, his hips lifting off of the couch against his will. You wrapped your lips against his tip, lightly sucking whilst your hand jerked him off, occasionally squeezing the base of his cock and lightly bobbing your head. Purposely you drooled onto his cock, watching as the saliva slid down to his balls. With one last lick to his tip, you made your way downwards and began to lick and suck at his balls. He kept on bucking up into you, chasing his high with fervor. “Ah! I think I’m gonna- I think I’m gonna…” He panted, trying to let you know about his approaching orgasm through his whines of pleasure.

You took his cock back into your mouth, moving your head up and down the length in the same rhythm as the fingers which you were still pumping inside of him. With one last drawn out moan his hips spasmed and he came into your throat. The pleasure of his orgasm jolted through his entire body, leaving him shaking and whining at the overwhelming sensation. He lightly pushed you away when he came down from his high, his form going limp underneath you. You swallowed down every drop of cum he had to offer, pulling away from his cock with a wet pop. You sat up onto your knees, looking down at him you admired your work, enjoying seeing him become such a mess for you. You quickly fetched a towel to clean him up and brought him a glass of water which he eagerly gulped down. The moment you laid down next to him, he climbed onto you and snuggled into your chest. “I didn’t do anything for you, I’m sorry.” He mumbled looking up at you. “Nonsense, I’m just happy I could help fix your mood.” You responded and soon the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

“You ever smoked cigarettes after having sex?” You ask out of the blue. Jeongguk looks up at you in confusion, letting out a short giggle. “What? Like the band?” He asks, his doe eyes staring up at you. “Yeah, like the band.” You softly smile down at him, moving his bangs away from his forehead. “You wanna go have a cigarette and listen to them?” Your smile spread wider as you proposed the idea. “That sounds kind of nice actually.” He replied and lifted himself off of your chest to sit up. You helped him get dressed and grabbed your cigarettes and both of your jackets before making your way out onto the balcony with him. You put Cigarettes After Sex on shuffle and pull out a cigarette for each of you. Placing one of them into Jeongguk’s mouth you took a lighter out of your pocket. Your thumb slides across the spark wheel twice before you successfully light a flame. The two of you maintained eye contact while you lifted it up to his cigarette, watching him inhale the smoke. You light your own and melted into your seat, enjoying the quiet music playing in the background.

Jeongguk’s eyes remain transfixed on your side profile as you look out towards the distance, completely lost in thought. “Hey, Uhm (Y/N)?” He says before taking another drag of smoke to which you hum in response. “What are we?” The question echoes through your mind, makes a small lump form in your throat. “Hm, I don’t know.” You reply simply, not wanting to look at him in fear that he’d say he only wanted to be friends. After all this time of longing for him and watching him go on those stupid dates, you couldn’t handle being friend-zoned, especially subsequently to finally getting a taste of him. “Whatever you want I guess.” You add on, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. In the corner of your eye you can see his form slightly deflate. “Would you… not want to be with me?” He asked in a meek tone, turning his head toward the opposite direction. Seeing this as your chance to finally tell him how you feel, you let your tongue loose. “I would. Any day in any universe I would. I’ve wanted to be with you since we first met if I’m being honest, I guess I’ve just,” you paused, taking a moment to choose your next words. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a fucking moron Jeon Jeongguk. I mean seriously what would make you think I wouldn’t want to be with you? I’ve been way too obvious, I thought you knew I liked you.” The words pour out of you before you can stop them, leaving both of you a bit surprised. “Do you just like me or do you like like me?” He questioned, looking at you with hopeful eyes. “Are we in middle school or something?” You grinned at him, teasing his choice of words. “I like like you Jeongguk.”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #54 - Too Jealous]

“When you are way too jealous because of another woman.”

Genre: married life!AU, slight Angst, Smut

Warnings: jealousy, husband stealing women trying to get with Kook, while he is the most loyal puppy husband ever, insecurities, a fight because of her jealousy, but they make up <3, please he is so cute i couldn't be mad at him, subbiest!Jungkook, Domme!Reader, he wears bondage gear, and used eyeliner to write her name on his body, chastity cage, marking through hickeys & biting, subby boy tears, omfg he is such a cutie crybaby <3, nipple play & sucking, wearing of a buttplug, have i mentioned that he cries a lot? <3, very passionate sex in cowgirl position, where he is tied to the bed and whines and cries and is subbyyyy, he breaks the bed but stays put cause he is a good boy, choking, dirty talk, possessive talk, creampie, use of a vibrator, one quick face sitting for her please, he loves eating her out <3, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasm through overstimulation with the vibrator, where she makes him cum so hard that he squirts <3, gentle aftercare, they're deeply in love and this is actually softer than the warnings may make it seem, bruh i need to recover from this

Wordcount: 7.8k

a/n: listen. it would be unrealistic to create ogc!koo and not have women want him left and right. of course our queen OC feels threatened sometimes (she doesn't have to, he is her loyal puppy fr) and i NEEDED to write this like i fucking NEEDED this on my blog i just *sigh* i love subby crybaby!koo so much :( ALSO! i decided to include anonie's dream from some time ago heheh 🧡

Jungkook is without a doubt the most attractive, most handsome, sexiest and hottest man ever. This is not an exaggeration but the truth. He is drop-dead, insanely gorgeous. He has the perfect body and knows what clothes to wear to really show it off. His tattoos are so well done and perfectly fit his body. His face is quite frankly to die for, his hair is always perfect and to make it even worse, he always smells so good. Because he is Jungkook, it also means that the perfection doesn’t stop at his looks. He is perfect inside as well. His heart is kind and gentle, he cares, he is funny, he is witty and he actually respects women. He is also way too talented and overall a good person. And he never ever brags about being basically perfect (which he is) because he is humble above all.

In short, Jeon Jungkook is the most attractive, perfect man ever. And because he is, it means that you, as his wife, have way too much competition. Not that Jungkook actually sees any of this competition because his love-drunk puppy eyes have solely been fixed on you for years and they plan on staying this way. Yes, he is bloody loyal too. What a perfect fucking man he is. He is loyal and therefore blind to the competition, but you are aware of the competition. You can distinguish between a naturally friendly woman and a woman who is only that way because she wants to get with him. And Jungkook gets a lot of these women as his customers. You can’t blame them for swooning over him – whenever he tattoos you, you can’t stop staring either – but there are the kinds of women who still want to try to seduce him even after finding out that he is married. And because Jungkook doesn’t actually care for their attention, he is also not really aware that they keep coming back for more tattoos just so they could be touched by him or stare at him. Most of these women finally give up when they actually see you, but there is this one specific woman who seems hellbent on stealing Jungkook from you and she is currently at his studio again.

“___?” 

You turn your head to the left at the sound of your employee’s voice.

“Yes, Katy?” 

“Are you alright? You’ve been staring at Jungkook’s studio for fifteen minutes now.”

“I have?”

Katy nods her head, “did you guys have a fight?”

“No, but she is back.”

“Ooooh”, Katy realises, “Ariana?”

“Yeah…her”, you grumble, tensing your jaw.

“Again? Didn’t he literally talk about your wedding last time?”

“He did.”

“And didn’t he say that she had a boyfriend too?”

“He did.” You squint your eyes. “Stupid bitch, I bet she is currently looking at his tits and arms. God.” You stomp your foot like a stubborn child. “Why does he have to have such massive tits and arms?” you whine to which Katy laughs.

“You’re literally so jealous, it’s insane.”

“Yeah I am. He is so gorgeous and some women just don’t get that he is mine.” 

Katy pats your shoulder in soothing. 

“There, there. I bet he is not even giving her a first thought or a second or a third.”

“I hope he isn’t. Otherwise, divorce.”

Katy belts a laugh.

“You’re being so dramatic. Jungkook would already start crying if he so much as thought about the hypothetical of cheating on you.”

“I guess.” You send the studio one last glare then sadly have to leave your brooding position to tend to some customer with Katy. 

A little over an hour passes like this, then the restaurant calms down again and you glare. 

Katy, who notices, pats your shoulder again.

“Still not over it?”

“She hasn’t left yet.”

“Maybe it’s a bigger tattoo?”

“She never gets big tattoos because it means that she can come back as often as possible.”

“Wow okay, very scheming indeed.”

“Yes, very. I bet she is one of those women who get off on stealing taken men. You know what? I’m going over there.”

“For what reason?”

“I don’t know. Bringing coffee”, you say and grab one of the coffee jugs and two mugs. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Good luck, queen”, Katy calls after you, smiling fondly. It’s kind of cute how jealous you can be when there is truly nothing to worry about.

You see them from outside. They are in the front of the shop, hugging. Jungkook doesn’t touch her, keeping at least five inches of distance between his arms and her body while she is slung around him with her face in his neck as if she wanted to literally crawl into him. Judging by his widened eyes, he was not expecting this hug.

It you didn’t carry a jug full of hot coffee, you would have literally kicked the door in.

But instead you open it with a happy “yuhu” on your lips, following it up with a “I bring coffee, my darling.” 

“Oh, sweetie”, Jungkook says, stepping back to escape the hug.

The wannabe home wrecker lets go of Your husband and takes a step back, studying you from head to toe judgingly. You place the coffee pot on the counter and hug Jungkook. He hugs you back instantly, rubbing the small of your back and kissing the side of your neck gently.

“Hey.”

“Hey there, my hubby”, you say and place multiple kisses on his neck and jawline. Then you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his face down into a deep, passionate kiss. The kind of kiss which lasts way too long and is way too intimate. You end the entire show with a squeeze of his butt and a goofy grin.

“I missed you today, my hubby bubby sweetie. I kept thinking about the amazing head you gave me this morning and how you kept telling me that you’ll always be mine.”

Jungkook is gawking at you with his mouth wide open. What you said wasn’t a lie because he actually did do that, but you are normally not exposing stuff like this to the public. Or kissing him like this as a matter of fact.

You cuddle into him, hugging his arm and shifting your eyes to the glaring woman in front of you.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t even see you there. Who are you?” You look at Jungkook. “Shoot, did I just expose us to one of your customers, darling? I’m sorry.”

“It’s uh…” Jungkook’s cheeks are bright red. “Forgive me Miss Grand, this is my wife- eek.” He squeaks and tenses up when you grab his butt unapologetically. “Sorry uhm, thanks for uhm coming for the tattoo today. Uhm, don’t forget to do proper aftercare on it and to use the cream I recommended you.”

The home wrecker is flabbergasted for a moment, but then catches herself quickly. She actually tries to shoot her shot in front of you. She steps closer with the plan of hugging him again. 

You are in front of him instantly, staring her down like a lioness one second away from ripping apart her prey.

“You think I’m being funny?” You hiss. “I’ve been friendly with you up until now. Understood?”

Jungkook stays quiet for his own sake, but holds your hand and gawks at you with widened eyes. This is the first time he sees you like this. 

The home wrecker finally gets the message and scrunches her nose.

“I’ll see you soon again, Jungkookie”, she coos and leaves with a flick of her hair. 

The door slams closed. You stay glaring for a few more seconds then turn around. Jungkook blinks his eyes at you in confusion.

“You can’t stop thinking about the head I gave you this morning? Really?” he asks, cocking his brow up in question.

“Whatever. I was trying to say the most possessive thing ever”, you grumble, making your way to the coffee pot.

“Possessive?” Jungkook follows you with his eyes. He suddenly gasps. “Wait! Are you jealous?”

“What? No? I was trying to send a message.”

“Send a message about what?”

“That you’re married.”

“I think she knows. I talk about you constantly.”

You can’t help but smile. He is actually so sweet.

“I don’t think she cared. Now she actually knows that I exist and that I’ll fight. She’ll think twice about hitting on you again.”

“Aw baby, you are jealous.”

“Yes I am. You don’t get it. You’re so perfect and handsome and you sometimes don’t see how other women look at you, but I do. I see all of it”, you hiss at him, sending him such a deathly glare that Jungkook is actually taken aback for a moment.

“No baby, don’t even worry about them. I don’t care about how they look at me, I just wanna look at you”, he says, touching your hips. He flutters his lashes at you, smiling extremely cutely. 

“Then refuse service to Miss Grand.”

“What?”

“You heard me. She is trying to steal you from me.”

Jungkook scoffs, “let her try, I don’t care about her.”

“No, you don’t get it, I-”

A customer interrupts you and him. 

“Oh? Sorry for the disturbance, I didn’t know that you had another customer”, he says, looking sorry.

Jungkook studies your face with guilty eyes for one more second then sadly has to look away. He forces a customer service smile to his face.

“Don’t worry Duke, you’re on time. That’s my wonderful wife ___, she is running the restaurant over there and brought us coffee for our session”, he says, placing his arms over your shoulder to kiss your temple. But you only let him do so halfway then shake yourself free.

“Sorry, works calling again. Hungry people don’t like to wait”, you say. “Good luck with the tattoo.”

You leave the studio and with it a conversation which was definitely not over yet. Jungkook looks after you with sad, guilty eyes until you disappear in the restaurant.

Jungkook leaves the studio at seven like he always does. One more hour and he will drive home with you. He crosses the street and enters the restaurant like he always does. He promised you to stay with you during closing hour to keep you safe from creeps who don’t want to leave. And Jungkook always keeps his promises to you. Especially his marriage promises. He looks for you with a nervously racing heart, but can only find Katy and Joe.

“Are you looking for ___?” Joe asks.

“Yeah, I’m picking her up to drive home together”, he answers him. 

“Damn sorry man, you missed her by about ten minutes.”

“She already went home?”

Joe nods his head.

“Did she say why?”

“Just that she was feeling a little tired tonight.”

Katy joins Joe’s side, staying way too close. You regularly give Jungkook updates about these two. They try to be sneaky about it, but you already figured out that they are secretly dating. Jungkook is always very excited when you give him updates about them during late night cuddles in bed. He feels so sad at the thought right now because he knows that he managed to hurt you today and now there won’t be any updates or cuddles.

“She’s gonna be okay, you know?” Katy says.

Jungkook nods his head, “I hope. I, uhm, Imma go now. Check up on her, you know?”

“Yes, do that.”

“Take care, you two.”

“You too.”

Jungkook drives home with a deep pit of guilt in his stomach. He doesn’t drive straight home, but takes a little detour to a florist to get a huge bouquet of flowers. 

He cradles it like a baby for the rest of the drive home. 

Thankfully, your bike is in the garage and your gear is stored in the closet. Jungkook makes sure that the garage door is closed and then hurries inside. 

Like every night, Bam greets him happily, but Jungkook can only give him attention half-heartedly. He needs to talk to you. 

“Babygirl, I’m home!” 

You don’t answer him. Jungkook discards his keys and swerves past a confused Bam. He checks the kitchen and the living room, both of which are empty. 

“Sweetie, your hubby is back!”

No answer.

He checks the bathroom and the bedroom, then his room. Lastly, he checks your room. 

Bingo.  

You are on your mattress with the television running. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere”, he says, hurrying to you. 

He falls to his knees and presents the flowers.

“I’m sorry for today”, he says, bowing his head. 

You glance at him, then the flowers. He got your favourites in your favourite colour and arranged in a heart. You sigh in defeat and turn off the television.

Jungkook lifts his head at the sound, meeting your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m stupid and dumb and a buffoon”, he says apologetically.

You scoff, stifling a smile. He notices it and closes in on you instantly. He tries to kiss your cheek, but you move back.

He sits back on his feet, pouting at you.

“I’m really sorry”, he says.

“I know, I guess you don’t have to be. It’s not like you’re actually entertaining her antics.”

He shakes his head vigorously.

“Never ever. I couldn’t care less about her, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll tell her to look for another tattoo artist.”

“No, it’s okay. I was unreasonable.”

“Well, do you want me to or are you just saying so?”

You hesitate but then shake your head, “it’s okay.” 

Jungkook exhales in defeat. He scoots closer, holding your hand.

“___ baby, I love you and I only want you.”

“I know, thank you for the reassurance and the, uhm, flowers. They’re so cute.”

“Right? I told the florist to make a heart as big as my love for you, but she ran out of flowers before she could match its size.”

He makes you smile. Jungkook hooks onto it, finally leaning in to smooch your cheek. You still pull away however.

“I’m sorry. I need to be alone right now. Is that okay for you?”

“I mean, I’ll definitely feel really guilty the entire time, but I guess if you really need it”, Jungkook says with insecurity in his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll make dinner in the meantime, yeah?”

“I brought stuff from the restaurant. I already ate, sorry.”

“Oh, uhm, okay.” Jungkook hesitates, pulling back in insecurity. “Do you still love me?” he asks with sad puppy eyes 

“I still love you, I promise.”

“I love you too. So much, as big as the flower heart. Even bigger.”

You accept the flowers and give him a smile.

“Thank you, Kook.”

He lingers, waiting – hoping – for you to make a move. You linger, waiting for your feelings to make sense to you. You don’t know if you are angry at him. He wouldn’t deserve it because he did nothing wrong and yet it feels as everything is his fault. If he wasn’t that perfect, that handsome and sweet, other women wouldn’t want to rip him from you all the time. Why does he have to be the way he is? You glare at him. Jungkook looks away instantly, shrinking in obvious helplessness.

“Okay then, I’ll be going now.” He says and looks at you hopefully. Maybe you want to say something now. But you only nod your head.

He stands up with a heavy heart, “you’re gonna miss out on couch snuggles, just saying”, he tries, but doesn’t get far. 

He ends up alone for the rest of the evening while you lock yourself away in your room. 

Jungkook tries to distract himself with a show and by taking Bam on a beach walk, but his mind keeps racing with memories of today. If only he did and or said the right thing. It feels like he fucked up everything. You have never been like this before, you never threatened other women or refused his apologies. It feels like the end and it makes Jungkook feel like shit.

When he comes back from his walk with Bam, your door is still closed. Nothing changed. Is this really it for you and him?

Jungkook runs away to the shed in hopes of finding distraction in a workout. Otherwise he would cry on the couch. He is in the middle of punching the punching bag as if it owed him money when he gets is a text message from you. He throws the gloves away and stops the music. He opens them instantly, eventhough he normally always forgets to check his messages. His heart is pounding in his chest to the point he has to sit down from dizziness.

-          Wifey ♡: Today was too much. She called you Jungkookie and hugged you…

-          Jungkook: I know! 😡 So weird!!! 🤢 it happened really fast, I didn’t wanna hug her and she never called me this way before. It’s so icky 🤢

-          Wifey ♡: She’s a bitch… I notice how women look at you and it makes me feel insecure. You’re so attractive and everything about you is so female gaze coded and so many of your customers are trying to take what’s not theirs.

-          Jungkook: I’m so sorry that you feel this way…What do you need right now to feel better again?

-          Wifey ♡: I don’t know. Maybe more effort from you? I’m so unfair to you, I’m sorry. I know you didn’t do anything wrong, but I still can’t be close to you right now. I’m sorry, I don’t know either why that is…

-          Jungkook: I understand, sweetie. Don’t apologise. I’ll give you your space. My offer for couch snuggles still stands whenever you’re ready.

-          Wifey ♡: I know. Thank you. I love you

-          Jungkook: I love you too, my egg :D

-          Wifey ♡: 🙄

-          Jungkook: 😝😂

You don’t text him anything else anymore, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. You gave him a task. More effort. Jungkook will think of the best, most devoted plan ever and literally sweep you off your feet with it. Jungkook spends the rest of his nightly boxing session distracted with making up plans. Once his idea finally comes to him, he abandons the gym instantly, hurrying to get everything ready before you leave your room.

You are a little scared of facing Jungkook again. You sulked for too long. Now it is already midnight and he needed to go to bed alone. You know that he won’t be able to sleep and you are scared of the tired, sleepy begs he will give you. But you couldn’t help yourself. You felt so insecure today and looking at his perfect face taunted you. 

With a heavy, fearful heart, you open the bedroom. You come to a halt, barely managing to close to door and then your mouth falls open. 

Jungkook is kneeling on the floor by the foot end of the bed. He is wearing a black leather collar on which a thick silver chain is attached. Said chain connects to a pair of matching leather handcuffs. Another set of chains connects these with ankle cuffs. He has his head lowered and is completely naked. The only thing keeping his dick modest is a chastity cage. 

The view is doing wonders. But what truly seals the deal are the markings he put on his own body. With the help of his black eyeliner, he wrote your name on different spots on his body. Under his nipples, all over his neck, right above his caged cock, along his arms, all over his thighs and his stomach.

“What’s that?” you gasp. 

Jungkook lifts his head. He also marked his face for you.

“I’m sorry for being a bad devotee, my queen wife. I didn’t manage to show you the proper amount of devotion. My flesh and soul are yours to break tonight.”

You gulp. Just now, your eyes managed to brush over the array of sextoys he laid out on bed behind him. Impact play toys, cock toys, anal toys, nipple toys. He is giving you full and sole authority over his body right now and how it is supposed to experience pleasure. 

Jungkook bows until his forehead rests against the wooden floor. The chains jingle as he moves.

“Please allow me to show you my devotion, my queen wife. I promise to take whatever you deem fit.” 

The sight, his actions, the indications are all indecently sexy and hot but you still melt in fondness. First the flower heart and now this. You never doubted his love for you, but you doubted your own ability to keep him with you. This right here feels so good to experience. 

You close the distance. 

“Look at me.”

Jungkook lifts his head, gazing up at you like a believer seeing his beloved goddess. You take his chin between your fingers. He sighs, leaning into the touch. 

“Those are some pretty letters you put on there.”

“They are the only letters which matter to me because they spell your name, my queen wife.”

“Oh my god”, you let out. “God Kookie…” You kneel down in front of him and kiss him.

Jungkook moans like a sinner finding resolution, tilting his head to deepen the kiss while his cuffed hands stay on his thighs, balling to fists.

“God fuck, Kook”, you get out, breaking the kiss.

Jungkook sighs, chasing you with half-lidded eyes. But another kiss doesn’t come. You move back, cradling his cheeks. Your eyes are a little glassy.

“I’m sorry for how I acted tonight”, you say.

He shakes his head, “don’t talk about this right now, my love. Just take it out on me.”

You smile without showing teeth, sniffling a little. Jungkook leans into your touch, gazing at you.

“If that’s what you want. If the idea is stupid, we can just cuddle and talk instead.”

“No. No cuddles. This idea is perfect”, you say, squishing his cheeks to the point where his lips stick out.

“Okay”, he mumbles with pouted lips, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Good.” You let go of his face. Ghosting your fingertips down his torso.

Jungkook chases your touch with shivers and sighs, gazing at you.

“Look at you. All of that is mine.”

“Everything. All of it”, Jungkook agrees, shivering especially deep when you feel up his thighs. He is so sensitive there.

“You know that you’re perfect? That you’re literally the most attractive man ever?”

“I am?”

“Mhm and it makes me furious sometimes ‘cause I have to fight stupid leeches left and right.”

“The only leech I want sucking my blood is you.”

You laugh. He laughs as well.

“So I’m a leech now?”

“Yeah, but you’re my leech. Just like you’re my egg.”

You push at him gently, “shut up, you’re the egg here.”

He grins cutely, cheek sticking out from it. You squish it and give it a kiss. Jungkook leans into it, wiggling his wrists and making the chains jingle. 

You drop your hands to them, following them until you can intertwine your fingers with him. He squeezes you eagerly, gazing at you.

So now you are kneeling on the floor, facing each other while the bad day is left outside the door.

“We’re gonna be so tired tomorrow”, you say.

“Yeah, it’s worth it. I could spend forever in your arms.”

“Oh Kook”, you lower your head and sniffle. 

“What’s the matter? Talk to me, my love”, he asks you in a caring voice.

“I just feel bad because I pushed you away.” 

“Don’t. I get it. Jealousy can make one act really out of character.” 

“Yeah”, you agree and lift his hands to kiss his knuckles. The chains jingle and he gasps softly. You linger on his wedding band for especially long, memorising the way it sits around his finger eternally and like it was meant to be there. 

“Wanna make up for it”, you say.

“You don’t have to”, he assures you, despite secretly soaking up the affection and wishing for it to last forever.

“No. I do. I really do”, you say and kiss each of his fingers, “mine.”

“Yours. Forever.”

You guide his constricted arms behind your head next so he is holding you. Like this, you close the distance, releasing a sigh of relief the second you melt against his chest. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and bury your hands in his hair. 

Jungkook closes his eyes, hugging you back as best as his constricted state allows.

“This isn’t right”, you murmur and fumble with the chains. They fall from the ring of the choker, next the choker itself falls off and your face can finally touch his neck. 

You inhale and exhale, “yes. This.” 

Jungkook quite frankly has to fight tears. He expected you to be a little mean to him, but not this. You are so tender and the hug feels so healing. Jungkook has a hard time not sobbing into your shoulder miserably. 

It becomes almost impossible when you begin kissing his neck and quite frankly becomes impossible once you leave your first hickey.

The sensation soaks so deep into his fibers. It feels so good tonight.

“Oh god”, he gets out, rolling his head back and whimpering your name.

You claim his newly exposed neck gladly, starting your heart-fixing task of marking him. Some kisses here and some hickeys there. Jungkook gasps and whimpers with each of them, while you feel more and more reconnected with him.

Your hands touch him everywhere. His arms, his waist, his shoulders and back. But the most favourite spot is when you suck a hickey on his skin and you get to cradle the other side of his neck. It feels so deeply possessive yet gentle.

Jungkook finally breaks when you draw a little heart on his skin. 

“Oh god”, he chokes out and hiccups a few sad sniffles. His constricted hands fall to his face, covering his eyes as best as possible.

You lift your head, looking at him worriedly. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Sorry, today was a lot”, he gets out, trying to mask his sob with a cough. 

“Hey, Googie”, you gasp, pulling his hands away to check on him, “talk to me.”

“I would never cheat on you. I-I’m so angry at myself because I made you feel like I would.” 

“Fuck, no you didn’t. Fuck Googie, come here.” 

You hug him, Jungkook hugs you back as best as possible. He sniffles into your shoulder, but doesn’t need to spill new tears.

“I know you wouldn’t cheat, please don’t be angry at yourself.”

“So you know that I’m loyal?” he mumbles with a pout.

“I do”, you assure him, scratching him behind his ear soothingly.

“Thank god”, Jungkook sighs, melting into you.

“You know, Katy said that you would literally cry if you as much as thought about cheating on me and it seems that she was right.”

“I could never cheat”, he shakes his head, “I love you so much.” 

“I know, Googie I know. I love you too. God, let’s just…let’s get on bed, where it’s more comfortable.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You swipe the toys to the side and push Jungkook onto his back. He lets you gladly, writhing with his eyes halfway closed and his cheeks flushed.

You open the ankle cuffs and chain, taking them off. The new freedom is taken by Jungkook instantly. He uses it to dig his heels into the mattress and open his legs.

Everything about his movements lets you know that he is riding it too. This wave of deep connection. It is as if your souls and energies are forming one synergy. You heal and in the process heal him. He heals and in the process heals you. This right now is one moment of utter connection.

You take off your pyjamas and sit down next to his hips. You cup his cheek, calling his attention. 

Jungkook looks at you and whimpers. His poor constrained cock wants to twitch but can’t. It hurts, forcing a pained whimper out of him and a tortured squirm of his hips to run through him. 

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers, reaching for you with constricted hands. 

“Thank you. You’re beautiful too”, you say and close the distance. You roll on top of him and let him put his arms around you. You rest above his caged cock, head sinking into the pillow next to him and lips brushing his neck. 

Like this, you enjoy each other how nature intended it. Naked skin against naked skin, hearts beating in sync and body warmths becoming one. 

“This is heaven”, he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against you.

“Yeah, it is”, you agree, getting lost in his scent.

The clock shows thirty past midnight by now. You and he are both so sleepy already, exhausted from a bad day and so ready for sleep. Neither of you want to fall asleep however, forcing your bodies to keep moving. 

You keep you and him awake by beginning a journey to his cock. You suck hickeys all over his chest and stomach next to the letters he wrote, making Jungkook feel so fucking good that he has to twist the pillow once you reach his cock.

You shove his legs apart gently and do what drives Jungkook crazy. You leave hickeys on his inner thighs, which feels nice but which feels miniscule once you begin leaving bite marks instead. Jungkook whines so agonised that it borders cute little sobs. It feels so good but he can’t enjoy it freely.

The cage hurts. It is made of metal and digs into his erection painfully. It hurts so much. 

You aren’t making it better by licking him over the cage. Warmth and wetness, the little spots which are bulging out between the cage elements get a feel of your soft tongue as well. 

Jungkook begs. Of course he begs. Jungkook is such a natural at begging.

“Please. Hurts. Please, no more.” 

“Keys?” the word tickles him, increasing his agony. 

Jungkook mewls and lifts his hips. Your eyes flit to his hole. Stuffed with a purple plug. 

“Are you serious?” you gasp.

“Yeah. Please.”

“Shit, this is so hot”, you rasp and tug out the toy. 

His sweet hole gives it up groggily, pulsing in emptiness afterwards. He mewls, curling his toes in desperation. You can only take it in halfway, busy with opening the special plug. It is hollow inside and big enough to store a vibrator. On normal nights this is what fills the toy but tonight, Jungkook stuffed the chastity cage keys into it. You can barely fetch them or use them to unlock his cage because your fingers are shaking so much.

To think that he stored his means of freedom inside himself so you can decide when to give it to him. He is so hot and you want him so bad. 

When the cage finally unlocks, you work quickly to get it off of him, throwing it to the side once you did. 

Jungkook sobs, rolling his hips up. His poor cock finally springs into its natural position, it is purple and bruised at first but flushes more and more the longer he is free. You soothe it by rubbing him with two hands.

Jungkook moans your name, arching off the sheets. His tip flushes, leaking uncontrollably. It feels hot between your fingers as you massage it from both sides.

Your name leaves him again, as a mewled stutter this time around. He has to repeat each of your vowels twice before he finally manages to get it out. He must be so sensitive right now.

“I could fucking pass out right now. I need you so bad”, you say, rubbing your pussy on his thigh unapologetically. The friction is all that keeps you sane. The knowledge that you smear yourself all over his skin is doing the rest.

“Fuck me. Please”, he begs, throbbing and pulsing in your hands. He is leaking so much, unable to stop.

“I will. I fucking will”, you say and climb off his lap. 

Jungkook doesn’t get it, whimpering your name.

“Please.”

“I will, just…need to do this”, you say and take his wrists to guide them above his head. You pick up the chain and shuffle up his body so you can fix the chain on the headboard. You installed your very own hidden hooks for it. They come in handy as you fix him into place. 

Speaking of places, you accidentally picked out the sexiest place to tie him down. Right above his face and you aren’t even noticing it. 

Jungkook makes sure that you notice by lifting his head and connecting his mouth with your pussy.

“Woah”, you gasp, dropping the chain to grip the headboard. You catch yourself at the last moment from sitting down on his face, but you can’t stop the trembles coursing through your legs. 

Jungkook mewls, flicking and swirling his tongue eagerly. You taste so good tonight. You always do, but tonight it hits different. It brings him back to a better reality. A reality where he gets to love you without insecurities nagging at you. A reality where he is your husband and you know what this means. And a reality where his tongue still manages to make you arch your back and moan his name as you clench around nothing.

In this perfect reality this would have continued until he made you climax, but you deny him. You lift yourself and pick up the chains again, securing them on the hooks as quickly as possible just so you can shimmy down again. 

Jungkook feels empty until you give him something else by kissing him deeply. His instincts tell him to sling his arms around you, but the chains hold him back.

He whimpers, destined to kiss you without hugging you while you slowly touch him. The agony becomes especially unbearable when you finally sink him into your warmth. 

He rips his eyes open, moaning into your mouth but it sounds more like gurgled whimpers. You break the kiss, looking at him for those last few inches. 

“Can you feel this?”

“Yeah, it feels so good”, he gets out, spilling tears. He is such a crybaby when you get him subby enough.

“Mhm, it does. Means we’re one. Right?”

“One. We’re one. ___ baby, I love you”, he gets out and sobs in sync with you bottoming out and picking up a rhythm. 

He tugs on the chains again, voice turning from a sob to a moan and head rolling to the side. He squeezes his eyes shut, opening his mouth and furrowing his brows. The hickeys look so pretty on his neck and tears fit his face so well. 

Your heart pounds and dances as you ride him because you are so happy and in love. Jungkook is the perfect man and he is yours. You don’t know what wondrous deeds you did in your previous life to deserve so much luck, but you are eternally grateful. 

“Mine. You’re mine”, you chant, closing your fingers around his throat to cut off his blood flow. 

Jungkook fights the chains, wanting to grasp your arms and force you closer to his neck. He can’t. He has to fight the chains and take the very passionate ride.

“Yours. Yours. Yours”, he keeps chanting, filling the silence up with moans and little sobs as you drive him to the brink of madness.

“Mine, yeah. Fuck, I need more”, you say and sit down on him. You slide your hands from his neck and look behind yourself.  

Jungkook watches you, filling your pussy with his precum as his cock can’t seem to stop throbbing. It hurts to only be warmed. He wants you to bounce on him again. It feels so good when you do because you are so tight and warm and his cock gets jerked off so heavenly. Please he wants you to move and to choke him and to move and, and, and. This is all he needs. Great sex and intense pleasure. 

“There.”

You make his agony unbearable by climbing off him so you could get the toy you spotted.

“Please”, he begs in a shaky whisper, staring at your exposed pussy and ass longingly. You are glistening and look just a little stretched open from his cock. You are also so puffy and look so, so soft. 

He wiggles the chains, whispering your name, “please, it hurts.”

Luckily for him, you return quickly and sink him back inside even quicker.

Jungkook moans, swelling inside you happily. His eyes roll back and close, his back arches.

“You’re too needy”, you tease.

“I love you”, he argues and you have nothing to say to that. 

He is so sweet, making you smile and pick up a rhythm again.

“I love you too, you egg”, you say, rubbing his tummy as you ride his perfect cock to pure ecstasy. The black eyeliner has smeared by now, sitting on his skin messy and unintelligible. It also spread to your skin, deepening the eternal connection you and he have. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous”, you moan, slamming down on him especially hard.

Jungkook mewls, tugging on the chains and curling his toes. His submission drips from each of his blissed moans. How flushed his face is, how messy his hair sticks to it.

The knowledge that you are the only fucking person who gets to see him like this makes you feel so good. The thought that you are also the only person who he allows to be close in such sinful ways does the rest. 

His cock never felt better inside you, giving you pleasure so deep that you feel like floating. And you want more, shifting the toy you got into place.

His eyes are closed so the low hum of the vibrator turning on comes as a surprise to him. Just as the sensations do. The friction of your tightening walls hit him first, the subtle vibrations tickle him next.

Jungkook screams and tugs especially roughly. A dangerous crack follows and suddenly the chains fall from the headboard together with the hook. 

“Did you?” you slow down, staring in shock. He broke the bed.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t stop, please I’ll stay put! Please don’t stop!” he begs, keeping his hands above his head.

“Holy fuck, you’re so damn sexy tonight”, you growl and pick up the rhythm again. You press the vibrator closer to your clit, resting your empty hand on his thigh so you can ride him like there was no tomorrow. 

Skin slaps against skin, wet squelching and slurping joins it and the bed keeps creaking. Jungkook’s endless moans and helpless gasps for air almost overshadow the other sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you”, he keeps chanting, looking so pretty as he takes the ride.

It is almost one in the morning. You and he are delirious in sleepiness, heads dizzy and drugged up from sex. This is so intense that it is soaking into the deepest parts of your souls.

“Fuck. Your moans”, you get out, hips stuttering.

Moving becomes difficult. Not only are you exhausted, but you are also insanely close to an orgasm. He drives you insane with his noises.

You drop to the front, slamming your hand down on his constricted wrists and burying his face in your tits.

“Gotta shut you up for a moment, otherwise I’ll pass out”, you say.

Jungkook sobs, sucking on your nipples respectively. He drools, he slurps, he cries. Your nipples have never felt more appreciated than they do right now and it is going to make you climax.

“Shit, this is…urgh Kook. Now”, your warning is useless because it still surprises him. 

He muffles his yelp in your chest, fighting your hand because he wants to hug you. You won’t let him yet, needing the support to ride out your high. You moan his name and become a new person.

“Jesus fuck, woah Kook. Ah Kook, holy fuck. Googie baby…”

And Jungkook sobs, head dizzy and air sparse. He is so close. Your orgasmic convulses feel so good around his cock. The vibrations are so intense.

You are tighter after your high, wetter and hotter too. Jungkook is almost at the peak of what he can take. He thinks that he can’t take much more. And then you straighten up. You slide your hand to his nipples to play with them and Jungkook genuinely sobs like the subby crybaby he currently feels like. You stick the vibrator between his legs so it stimulates his rim and parts of his balls. 

Jungkook was right. He can’t take much more.

“Please stop! I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, show me who gets you so high”, you allow him, rubbing the vibrator on his sensitive hole and pinching his nipple.

Jungkook wails, kicking the mattress and arching his back.

“___!”

He almost throws you off from how aggressively he bucks his hips up, but you are used to his wild side. You know how to ride the little beast that is your husband when pleasure really controls him. You slam your hips down, rendering him useless as you intensify his orgasm tenfold. 

Jungkook cries real tears once it stops. He begs and begs and begs. 

“Please no more. Please, it hurts. Please, sensitive. Please stop.”

And you listen. Well, in your own sadistic ways. You slip off his cock but give him no break. You press the vibrator against his frenulum and squeeze down on his lower stomach.

“Please, hurts. Please, oh god please”, he sobs and coughs, writhing and kicking helplessly as you overstimulate him. You are hovering above his shaky legs, leaking the thick creampie he stored inside you. What a shame that you are leaking, but it is for the greater good. Like this, you can torture him and overstimulate him until he gives you what you crave.

And because it is Jungkook and tonight left him so fucking ruined, it doesn’t take him long to reach it. Another orgasm. So much more intense and slightly painful it hits him. The pressure you have on his bladder decides his fate. He squirts what he held inside, ruining his tensed stomach and the sheets. 

He keeps begging the entire time to please make it stop, to please know that he is sorry, to please be gentler. But he doesn’t get it as he orgasms, of course he doesn’t. You want him dry and empty with the knowledge that he will only find pleasure like this with you burned into his mind. This is your way of making sure he is corrupted and loyal to you like a starved man wanting more food.

“Please I’m dizzy, please” he begs, crying miserably. What a cute crybaby he is.

The gentleness comes after when you turn off the toy and throw it to the side, when you wipe the orgasm from his stomach and open the handcuffs. And then you hug him and he finally gets to hug you back, sobbing into your chest as his entire body trembles from what just happened.

“Oh god, oh my god.”

“I’m here. Let it out”, you assure him, holding him close as he pours out his vulnerable heart. 

It is some time past one when he finally calmed down.

“Oh god”, he gets out, shuddering. 

“Do you feel better?” 

“Do you love me again?”

“What? Gosh Googie, of course I do. I never stopped loving you.”

“Then I feel better”, he whispers and hugs you closer, “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel so fucking vulnerable. Oh god, everything is sore and, and warm.”

“Yeah, this was pretty intense. You did really well.”

“I just feel so good when I’m with you”, he presses out and looks up at you. His eyes are devoted and glassy.

“I feel good too, my love.” 

He smiles and you smile too, wiping the remnants of his tears.

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too, Googie.”

“Oh god”, he giggles, kicking his feet, “I feel so good.” 

“Mhm that’s good. Wanna talk about the broken headboard now? You felt a little too good there, didn’t you?” you tease him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break it. You made me feel so good and I couldn’t control my strength. Just wanted to hold you.”

“Mmh, it’s okay. It’s kinda funny.” You snicker and scrunch your nose. “And hot. My strong hubby.” 

Jungkook giggles, heart fluttering. 

“Yeah, yours. Your hubby. Yours. I love you”, he gets out, heart fluttering even more when you retort it.

“I love you too.”

“And you know that I’m yours?”

“Yes Googie, I do. You’re mine and I’m yours.” “Yeah, forever.”

You and he share a giddy kiss and get comfortable. You slip under his blanket and pull your pillow closer so you can stay on his side. The reason for your minimised space is the huge wet spot Jungkook left on your side. 

“Sorry for dirtying the bed”, he murmurs. 

“Is okay. It’s ruined anyway. I think we smeared your eyeliner everywhere.”

He giggles and hugs you closer, nuzzling his nose against you. You snicker, melting into him.

“Did you like it? I planned it really well”, he fishes for praise.

“I loved it. You look so sexy with my name on your body”, you give him the praise, sending his heart into overdrive, “thank you for your efforts, I really cherish them.”

“Anything for you”, he squeaks out, close to bursting in giddiness. He did enough! You felt his efforts and loved them! Oh, he will fly and dance and sing in his dreams tonight.

You and he are so tired, sleep is just an arm’s length away. Silence would be the most logical thing to share, but Jungkook still has something else to share.

“Do you wanna know something?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Katy and Joe were really close today when I came over after work. They were this close to holding hands, I think.”

“Oh my god, this is so exciting. I’m telling you, it’s gonna happen this week. They’re gonna hold hands.”

Jungkook agrees with a little excited squeak and a nod of his head. You and he share giggles, nuzzling into each other giddily. You and he feel so good. Not only did you have amazing sex right now and made each other feel like heaven, you even got to have your daily late night snuggles talks.

This is the best ending to an otherwise bad day. Even if you wake up deadly tired the next day. Totally worth it.

[cherigu]

— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Confessions!

Genre: smut, best friends / roommates to lovers Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: light angst, mutual pining, emotional constipation, grinding, begging, praising, finger sucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, virginity loss, riding, jk cums inside Note: this is part 2 of lessons. it can be read as a stand-alone, but the plot may require context

The one thing Jeongguk had never done, was take the moments with you for granted. He learned to cherish the times you spent together and held them near and dear to his heart, for the memories were sure to live with him forever. He absorbed every detail and engraved it deep into his mind.

A beautiful day at the beach. The way your healthy, radiant skin glowed from underneath the sun. Soft hands gently smoothing the sunscreen onto his skin because you wanted him to be protected. The angelic sound of your laughter after splashing him with the warm, salty ocean water. Everything about your friendship was perfect.

Now, guilt viciously gnawed at his heart, sending painful stings throughout his whole body. With every second passed he reminisced the times when the two of you actually had a real friendship.

It’s not like the two of you had fallen off, the dynamic of the bond had simply shifted to something unrecognizable, something his younger self would’ve scoffed at and found impossible of ever happening. He especially hated how it had been his fault that everything went downhill. He never meant for it to get like this, unfortunately, he let his emotions get the best of him. 

What were meant to be simple lessons, had become a usual occurrence. The late-night talks had been long overshadowed by thick clouds of lust, with the two of you exploring each other’s bodies instead of minds.

He was sure neither of you still considered these nights “tutoring” anymore, more so a shitty excuse to get each other off whenever needed. Though the two of you had never gone all the way, being intimate with you was something he had only dreamed of.

But why was it that instead of feeling closer to you, he felt farther? Because he had chosen to be selfish. He chose to run as far away from you as possible, all while being tangled in your sheets for the night.

Your touch was like a drug, so addictive, and always left him craving more. It was at that point that he knew he had to save himself. He began to distance himself from you emotionally, knowing that you’d likely run back to your fruitless hookups and leave him longing for you. If he ran, you wouldn’t be able to hurt him from afar.

What he didn’t know is that ever since that day, your old habits had been finally put to rest. Unhealthy dependencies on other men to suppress the feelings you had towards your Jeongguk had become repulsive to you. Never daring to even breathe another man’s air, your mind had become fully dedicated to Jeongguk.

You no longer stood in denial about how you felt about Jeongguk, you had feelings for him and that was for sure. The only problem now was the growing distance between the two of you he seemed to establish. You knew it shouldn’t hurt. He was clear about what he needed, help. Now that he had gained experience, it was only a matter of time before he stopped seeking your aid.

You had considered talking to him, maybe something else was bothering him? Or maybe you were trying to deny the obvious once again. The last thing you wanted was to cross lines and make him uncomfortable, he never had been good at expressing himself after all. Asking him about something that only seemed to be affecting you felt selfish, and you’d rather not put him through unnecessary pressure.

He, on the other hand, had planned to talk to you sooner or later. He knew it was something he couldn’t avoid, the conversation would come up one way or another. Whether you initiated it, or he did. Had you even noticed a difference?

Anytime he tried to bring up the topic, he’d find himself at a loss for words. There were many ways to approach this situation, but none of them felt right. Whichever he’d end up choosing, he knew it’d cost him a little bit of his pride and a lot of mental courage.

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For the nth time that night, he got up to the kitchen. He’d turn on the tap and let it run for a bit, pretending he was doing nothing more than getting a glass of water. The truth was he wasn’t even thirsty, the trips to the kitchen were a mere strategy to walk by your room and see if you were still awake.

Although it was late he knew you were a night owl, but still the gap between the floor and your door showed no signs of light. Just as he was about to return to bed and call it a night, he heard the faint sound of music playing, and he then knew that you were probably still on your phone. 

He took the chance to go up to your door, stopping before his hand came in contact with the wood. He still didn’t know what he’d say but if he waited until he knew how to talk about his feelings, he’d never speak.

The sound of barely-there knocks stirred your attention away from the video you were currently watching, to the door. “Jeongguk?” You asked, knowing it couldn’t be anyone else other than him but still confused as to why he was up so late.

“Yea” He whispered, “Can I come in?”

“Of course Gukkie” You sat up from the comfortable lying position you had previously been in to welcome him. Jeongguk took a few steps inside your dark room before stopping to admire the view he had been presented with.

The dim light of the moon spilled into your room, illuminating nothing other than the most beautiful person in there. He felt his brain short-circuit and conveniently knock the words out of his mouth just from simply seeing you in your pajamas.

The rise of your shorts exposed the smooth skin of your plump ass he loved grabbing so much, knowing it fit into his large hands every time. Right beneath it was your thighs, so plush and soft, made for him to be buried in between. Finally, your soft tummy he never missed a chance to kiss. Every inch of you was so perfect to him, no one would be able to admire you as much as he did. 

He snapped back into reality at the sound of your voice “Is everything okay?” to which he simply hummed in return. “Come sit” You contrasted your worried expression with a warm smile, patting the empty spot next to you. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a bit concerned. Apart from not sounding too convincing, he looked tense and hesitant, like something was bothering him. 

“ ‘m okay” He whispered while sitting down, sensing your unease. “Good” You simply said and looked at him, unsure if you should say anything else or wait for him to continue. Nothing. Silence engulfed the room while you stared at his low-hanging head. “Gukkie..” You began, noticing his odd body language. It was then that he cut you off, not that you really know what you were going to say in the first place.

“I- I umm– have something to tell you” He started, still avoiding eye contact. “Okay,” You replied, letting him know you were all ears. Silence consumed the room once more, but it wasn’t long before he met his gaze with yours. The words bubbled in his throat, ready to spill. He tried to take a moment to recollect his mind and properly communicate his feelings, but before he was able to form a coherent thought, his mouth acted on its own.

“I have f-feelings for you” He admitted, cheeks beginning to tint pink as he fondled with his fingers. He found it easier to avoid your eyes this time, only being strong enough to look at you when he said it the first time. But now that he heard nothing come from your end, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. 

Meanwhile, the timing couldn’t have been so wrong on your end. Despite your best friend being vulnerable in front of you about how he felt, the heat that rushed to your core was inevitable. Who could resist a shy, stuttering boy who had just confessed? Not you for sure. You’d definitely give this conversation time, another night when the air isn’t so hot because right now, the only thing on your mind was him and his cock in your mouth

You raised your right hand out to his chin, gently lifting his face with your pointer finger while your thumb caressed the boiling skin of his cheek. “Is that so?” You teased, wanting to hear him talk more. “Yea– always have” He choked back a little, feeling insanely flustered under your dark gaze. “Y-you don’t have to tell me how you feel right now, just uhh– take your ti-” 

His voice got caught in his throat when you removed your thumb from his cheek and tapped it on his bottom lip, signaling him to open up. He knew this gesture all too well, body working on its own as your thumb entered his mouth while his lips closed around it. “Shhhh” you tilted your head, “How about.. Instead of telling you how I feel, I show you” 

Your free hand landed on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and ragged breathing underneath your palm. “Hm?” You pushed your thumb slightly deeper, causing his eyes to become glazed with tears. Although he couldn’t speak, he frantically nodded for you to continue.

Any sort of embarrassment for his earlier confession had melted into pure arousal. Your thumb in his mouth and hand on top of his semi-hard made his mind grow blank, needing nothing but the feel of your touch all over him.

You decided to pull your thumb away, asking him to verbally confirm it was okay for you to continue, to which he responded with a desperate "yes." You took this as your cue to pull his face close to yours, desperately attacking his lips with everything you had. Exploring his mouth like a starved woman, situating yourself on top of Jeongguk’s lap to softly grind down onto his cock until it was fully erect.

“Feels good r-right there” He pulled away to whisper, loving how your clothed core rubbed against his hard-on. “I haven’t even started yet baby” You chuckled, digging your hands through his fluffy locks before harshly pulling him back into your lips. Nipping gently at his bottom lip, you took the chance to press down harder onto his lap.

The sensitive whines that slipped from your boy’s lips were all it took for you to halt your movements with a final kiss, stepping down from his lap onto your knees. You decided to not take longer than you needed, knowing he was most likely aching by now. With hurried movements, you removed his sweats and underwear in one go to release him.

His length proudly sprung out, reddened tip hitting his lower abdomen in the process. The precum that had leaked was smeared all over his tip, presumably from the grinding earlier. You took him into your hand to pump him a few times, lowering your head down to leave a trail of kisses up his thigh before hearing his desperate plea.

“Y/n, please…” He slurred, lifting his hips up from the mattress to chase your mouth with his cock, needing the lips he loved so much wrapped around him.

“So needy, should I give my good boy what he wants?” You tutted, slapping his cock against your bottom lip teasingly. “Mmhm, promise ‘ll be good all night just for you” He breathed out at the lack of movement on your end. “And how will you do that baby?”

The question was short-lived as Jeongguk was quick to dip his hand, swiftly pushing your shorts to the side only to discover you had no panties on. Not only did that turn him on even more, but it made his job easier to slowly rub your arousal all over your soaked cunt.

Your voice broke out into a long moan, both at the surprise and pleasure of the situation. “Like this” He used two fingers to spread your folds, massaging the middle while slightly prodding at your hole. Your hunger for him grew when he began to enter you, causing your body to jerk towards him and simultaneously take him into your mouth.

You started with his tip, rubbing your tongue onto his sensitive spot before moving it to run along the bottom of his shaft. The pants that left his parted lips only motivated you to do more, as well as the curl of his fingers inside of you.

Wrapping your lips fully around his tip, you sunk down as far as you could down his shaft, making sure to take him into your throat. Jeongguk’s hand stuttered, freezing as he felt your throat constrict around him. Still, he continued to pump in and out of you to feel the vibrations of your moans coarse through his skin.

Slightly pushing farther down, you gagged around his veiny shaft before pulling back up. “Such a big cock” you muttered, lifting your hand to cup his balls and lightly fondle them. He fought the pleasure to reply to you, broken voice letting out a breathy “yours” before throwing his head back while moaning.

You continued to toy with his balls for a moment while he played with your puffy pussy. The way his fingers grazed the spongy tissue inside of you had your toes curling in anticipation for release.

Sinking back down, you bobbed your head up and down with a pace similar to the one he had established with his fingers. Speaking of, your core was beginning to grow hot. The pit in your stomach was overtaken by a hot coil ready to snap at any moment.

You never faltered to slow down regardless, taking his length into your throat with the occasional swirl of your tongue. Making sure to gag around him as much as possible, you knew it made him all weak for you. His balls began to tighten in your hand along with his thighs going tense under your free hand. Hollowing out your cheeks, you met his eyes with yours as he came back up to watch you fasten your movements. 

“Ah, w-wait, ‘m gonna cum” He stuttered, struggling to say the words. All of his senses had died out, no longer being able to focus on anything but your sweet mouth working so well around him. You lifted your head to speak, not planning on wasting much time before getting back to work.

Sliding a hand down your shorts onto your clit, you began to massage the swollen nub to add to the friction of his fingers. “Me too baby, cum in my mouth, yea? Said you’d be good for me” You panted, ready to sink back down before he spoke again. “Wait”

“Wanna be inside of you, please” He pleaded with his big, glossy doe eyes that made it hard to say no to, not like you were planning on doing so anyway. 

“Are you sure Gukkie?” You asked taken aback, feeling dizzy at the thought of finally being able to take his fat cock inside of you, but needing reassurance first. “Yes, yes, please, wanna be inside of you, y/n, pleasee” He whined, feeling his cock throb in desperate need of release.

Satisfied with his answer, you wasted no time climbing back onto his lap, quickly discarding your shorts. Since it was his first time, you wanted to make this easier for him, so you’d take control. 

He positioned himself to lean his head back against the headboard, feeling your exposed cunt rest on top of his cock. Taking advantage of the leaking arousal from both parties, you experimentally slid up and down his cock to keep the orgasms at bay.

Taking his face into your hands, you gave him a quick reminder before starting. You stared at his pretty glassy eyes and swollen lips, parted to release breathy whines while he gripped at your hips. “If at any moment you want to stop, or something doesn’t feel right, let me know, okay love?" You whispered. “M’kay” He replied softly, ready for what he’d been waiting for forever. 

Taking his cock into your hand, you gently positioned him along your entrance, slowly sinking down onto him. “Fuck Jeongguk” Despite having some experience up your sleeve, Jeongguk definitely has to be the biggest. It was going to take a while to adjust to his size, so you decided to wait before starting any movement at all. As for Jeongguk, the adam's apple on his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly and squeezed his eyes shut. “Breathe, ‘m with you, baby” 

Your sweet voice helped him regain composure, nodding at you in confirmation that he was okay to begin. Catching on, you squeezed his waist with your thighs on either side, making it easier to support yourself as you slowly began to bounce on his cock.

He was long enough to hit the right spots and girthy enough to rub along your walls deliciously. He became increasingly vocal as he felt your velvety walls flutter around him. “N-not gonna last, y/n” He warned, feeling your pace pick up once you both had adjusted to the new sensations.

“Im close too Gukkie, don't– ah, worry about t-that” You panted, leaning down to kiss the worries away from the visible frown on his forehead. Knowing he was feeling good put you at ease, enough to experiment with a harder pace, not too fast, but one that had his cock pushing deeper inside of you.

His abs flexed underneath you, warning you that he’d spill soon. He felt overwhelmed in a good way, he never though it could have ever gotten better from your mouth or hands. Feeling the wetness cream around the base of his cock everytime you bounced had his vision growing white and breath cutting short.

Aside from what he felt, seeing your pretty face scrunch up in pleasure was a sight that tipped him more over the edge within the second. He could no longer think, letting the words come out of his mouth on their own.

“Wanna cum inside you y/n, let me cum inside please” He cried, knowing he was close to his orgasm. “Need to c-cum, inside… inside” He babbled, letting the hot tears fall down his cheek without shame.

“S-shit, my baby’s taken me so well, I think he deserves it, hm?" You asked, never missing a beat, especially now more than ever. “Yes! Yes, please” He chanted, “Faster” 

The ringing in your ears from your incoming climax prevented you from hearing him, fastening your pace nevertheless as you chased your orgasm. The knot in your stomach began to untangle, feeling the white heat crawl up your body and take over your senses. The only thing you could afford to do right now was a plea.

“Im cumming, shit baby cum with me, fill me up and cream my pussy like the good boy you are” You slurred, bouncing on his cock rapidly while your orgasm coursed through your veins.

Your words were all it took for Jeongguk to begin shooting his thick, white ropes of cum into you. His damp face looked so pretty underneath you, sweat lightly coating his forehead and tears running down his cheeks. His pretty whines began to form into words as he mindlessly began to speak through his high, “Love you, love you, fuck, I love you, y/n” He cried out, feeling his cock grow numb from overstimulation. 

This isn’t the way he planned on telling you, but he couldn’t do much about the strong feeling that overcame him as he finished inside of you, his body enveloped with your own. His mind was empty with nothing but you, you, and you. 

On the other hand, you smiled like an idiot at his confession. After coming down from your high, you dropped your body on top of his, not bothering to slip him out just yet. His breathing was still heavy and his skin felt like it was on fire, so you gently wiped the hair out of his face and kissed his cheek before taking him into your embrace.

“You okay, love?” you asked, feeling his body vibrate with a chuckle and his big arms wrap around your back in return. “Mhm,” he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed as the fog in his mind began to clear up. “Was that alright, did it feel good?” You continued to check in with him to be sure, but he had other things in mind. 

“Y/nnnnn” He whined, thinking you were taunting him. “What? Im just making sure!” You smiled, loving how easily he got flustered. “Why would you ever doubt that I felt good, I even overspoke at the end..” He moved his head to dig it into the crevice of your shoulder and neck, something he often did when he was embarrassed which you found cute. 

“Why are you so shy baby, is it ‘cause of that? ‘Cause you said I love you?” You brushed your fingers through his curly locks in a soothing manner, making sure he knew everything was okay despite your playful teases. “It was pretty cute actually”

“Still, didn’t mean to drop that on you so suddenly” He mumbled into your skin. You knew what the boy meant, he hadn’t even been able to properly talk to you about his feelings before he unknowingly spilled everything.

“Does it make a difference if I told you right now that I love you too?” 

His head snapped up at your words, looking directly into your eyes with knitted brows. “And, meant it?” You finished, making sure he knew you weren’t just playing along. His face slowly morphed into one of joy, eyes twinkling as they crinkled when his cute bunny smile began to form. “Really?” He asked, feeling your lips peck his own sweetly.

“Mhm, I love you too my sweet boy. How about we talk more in the morning, yea?”

“M’kay” he tightened his arms around you, feeling the need to hold you close to him tonight, and every night after that.

[syluss-slut]

🥞🧃Breakfast, is served.

Pairings: Sub!yoongi×Dom!reader

Warnings: starts fluffy, ends smutty. Thigh fuck, edging, reader has chubby thighs, mention of reader having no thigh gap (can you tell this is a self insert??) Oral, mrecieving, cum swallowing and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed any.

Genre: smut

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It was a chill thursday morning, you both have a day off due to a national holiday.

You don't ever remember the last time you and yoongi woke up in each other's arms without not having the dawning realization that you're both late due to missed alarms.

Presently, it's 11am and soft morning light seeps in through your curtains.

You wake up to his strong veiny arm around your waist and his leg swung over your hip, trapping you as the small spoon under the covers. The warmth of the covers effortlessly took you back to dreamland.

After what probably was 30 more minutes, you wake and make an effort to stay awake. Yoongi was still asleep.

"You looks so very cute right now" you think to yourself, smiling internally as you adore him in his peaceful slumber.

You feel so safe around yoongi.

Hopping off the bed, you head to the bathroom to freshen up and start your day.

After completing your morning skincare, you make way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for you and him, putting on the thriller podcast you were listening to in the background.

While you prepare the waffle batter for yourself and the pancake batter for him, you hear the shuffling of feet and a fresh-from-sleep-messy-hair-yoongi comes into view.

You look at him and make eye contact, recieving a lazy smile from him as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

You turn your attention back to the task at hand, when you feel hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder; which, quite frankly, surprised you.

Yoongi was never this affectionate so early into the start of his day. Neither were you. Which is, very understandable in itself.

What truly shocks you is when he nuzzles his head on your shoulder and lets out a hum, making your eyebrow raise in confusion.

"Whatever" you think to yourself and shrug it off, back to focusing on the breakfast when you felt his backhug tighten leaving almost no space between you two.

Then, you felt it. Something poking your underbutt.

You smirk to yourself, amused at the situation and move around a bit, "accidentally" rubbing up against yoongi.

His breathing picked up a bit.

"Love you do know, you can tell me you need me whenever wherever instead of giving signs?" You end your sentence with a chuckle; and you swore you heard a small whimper from him.

"Can I?" He asks, moments later. Yoongi's voice still raspy from the sleep.You simply nod in approval.

Your back is still to him when you hear the shuffling of clothes and the ever–familiar sound of him spitting into his own hand to use it as lube.

Positioning himself in between your thighs, he sighs due to the lack of friction simply because you chose to wear shorts to sleep last night.

This was one of those rare times you were happy that you had absolutely no thigh gap whatsoever.

Feeling him thrust up, you rub your thighs together, earning a gasp (which was more of a moan) from him.

Hearing him pant from behind you as holds onto your waist for dear life was entertaining to say the least.

Your hand reaches up to his head in the crook of your neck and your fingertips caress his scalp.

As you flip over the last pancake from the pan, you feel him nearing his climax.

"Be a good boy and hold back from it for a bit, will you?" You say in a low tone, eliciting a nod from him.

"Words baby" you warn, clenching your thighs.

"Y-yes" yoongi manages to get out between gasps.

He was so good. Listening to you when everything about his body language was begging him to cum already.

Turning off the stove, you set aside the last pancake and push him back.

He stumbles and stabilizes himself against the kitchen island, looking at you with his brows furrowed and a desperate look in his eyes.

You move towards him and get on your knees, almost eye-level with his angry pinkish-red tip smeared with his own spit and precum, awaiting stimulus.

You look up at him, only to find him looking down at you with blown out pupils and looking like he'd start crying if you edged him anymore.

Yoongi shuddered and his grip on the table counter got firmer as he felt you engulf him.

Your hot mouth welcomed him as your tongue started feeling him up, tracing the veins that adored his length.

His breaking point was when you focused on applying pressure on that specific spot under the tip. He started moaning like crazy and started thrusting up.

One of Yoongi's shaky hand reached down and gathered the hair that had fallen on your face and held it in a make-shift ponytail, gripping it firmly enough just to keep it out of the way but not pull on your roots.

Spit had started to dribble out the sides of your mouth and down your chin at this point, where you just sat and let yoongi use your throat; occasionally letting your teeth graze against it.

"Oh fuck–oh fuck—____ I'm gonna-" he tries to warn you, his words cut-off as you hum in approval, knowing what was to happen. That vibration shot straight to his dick and he came. He came with a shout of your name as his eyes crossed and rolled back.

You swallowed it, swallowed it all and wiped your lips clean.

Standing up, you grab the neckline of his white long-sleeved tshirt and pull him in for a kiss.

Yoongi let a moan slip as you playfully bit his lower lip.

"Breakfast, is served" you say as you pull away.

[4200nemobackup]

Juicy.

-003 (part 002)

Pairing:gang leader! Jungkook x Gang leader! reader

Description: Lucki and Jungkook must inform each other’s gangs of their new found alliance, and they may have to go to deep lengths to prove the seriousness of it: a length that Lucki personally disagrees with. They begin to practice their selling point, and find that pretending to date might not be so bad.

Contains: groping, kissing, making out

Taglist: @lchimmyl @bloodline1632 @namjooncrabs @zoroscrustyboogers0 @monochrome-707 @babyblue0t7

A/N: my official comeback after my hiatus 🤭. How have you guys been?? I had a mini comeback but I disappeared for a bit after. I’ve just had quite a lot on my plate. I appreciate all of the nice messages you guys have sent me. I love you all and I look at your messages everytime I feel down or tired. Enjoy!!

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Jungkook and Lucki took a turn out of the bodega, strutting at each of their own paces down the side wall, side by side. Each person had a lot on their mind, more or less having to do with having to kiss and make out.

For Lucki, she was, as usual, experiencing her feelings in a childish way. She fooled herself into gagging at the very thought of even touching Jungkook. The tiniest bit of intimacy could’ve caused her to self-destruct. Like a fourth grader, she felt like she hated Jungkook, even though she couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach. We’re they nervous butterflies? She lacked the understanding to comprehend exactly where they were coming from. Her mind was frightened by what Jungkook would propose.

Jungkook on the other hand, was excited. He was frightened too, frightened of overstepping boundaries accidentally and Lucki suddenly cutting him off once again. Terrified of creating a rift between him and y/n like last time, even though it was mutual. His anxiety kept rearing it’s ugly head. Jungkook knew exactly what he was feeling, he just couldn’t express his emotions because his fears were nearly eating him alive.

Lucki knew that the best way to deal with her unknown emotions were to act on what her subconscious thoughts were telling her to do. In her mind, practicing being a couple in private would make it easier for them to fake.

However, she proposed that they shouldn’t touch in private.

The larger debate in Luckis mind was blocking out the two sentences Jungkook would utter every two minutes to fill the silence. Jungkooks voice became increasingly quieter as Lucki’s thoughts grew boisterously.

“Lucki?”

Suddenly, Jungkook felt Y/ns course hand grab his soft hand, almost like a toddler loosely attaching themself to their parents hand. Jungkook nearly froze, but steadied his walking pace instead. He was happy that he thought fast enough to not show his emotions on his sleeve, the emotions still being that he was anxious about this entire thing.

What are you doing….. he wanted so badly to utter, but he was even too afraid to ask such a question of such simple caliber. Instead, he watched Lucki, trying to use the power of intuition to correctly determine her next move but, no avail.

“We’re getting close to my place,” Lucki stammered. Her subconscious mind had taken control of her bodily movements, but her inner monologue absolutely cringed at the fact that she was holding Jungkooks hand. Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, her technical arch nemesis for what should’ve been lifelong.

What choice did she have though? Life hadn’t gone the way she wanted and at this point and within this timeline, she was forced to join hands with the man she decided she despised. Life was known to play cruel jokes on people and now it was Luckis turn. The only thing she could do was feign maturity about the situation until she really felt the feeling she faked.

“I figured we can practice a bit and make it look more natural to them. They won’t believe us if we’re so stiff like how we are now.”

Jungkook resumed his sight on the sidewalk in front of him. He understood where she was coming from, and the idea made perfect sense.

“Ok,” he said. “Speaking of practice, um, would you want to practice anything else before we arrive to your place?”

Dammit, she’s gonna get mad, Jungkook cursed himself in his head. He wasn’t sure why he asked the question, he figured he was trying his best to fill the awkward aura of the air.

“Don’t push your luck, Jeon.”

Jungkook squeezed Luckis hand softly, trying to send her a message through the gesture. “Come on, you know I didn’t mean it that way at all.”

Lucki scoffed, already disgusted at the thought of going any further than this hand holding crime they were committing. Then, a thought creeped up into her head, reminding her that it wasn’t about her disgust, but for the greater good. Her thoughts repeated, fake it till you make it.

“Fine,” she began. She huffed, deciding to settle with her mind and truly begin to act mature again. “I guess if you wanna practice a little kiss, we can. Only because I think we can really seal the deal with a kiss.”

Jungkook almost froze again, not thinking she would suggest a kiss.

“What? Don’t chicken out now, Jungkook. You’re the one who asked.”

Jungkook cleared his throat. “It’s not that. I just didn’t think you would suggest…I don’t know…kissing….so quickly. You’re the one who seems so hesitant to do everything.”

“Me?! It’s you who’s acting like a scared virgin.”

Jungkook sighed in defeat. “Whatever.”

The pair continued their stride, hand in hand for what seemed like eternity. In reality, they weren’t holding hands for even five minutes. To them, even a minute of this torture was too long. But was it really torture though? Was it really uncomfortable?

They both ignored the booming question.

“Ok, we’re here,” Lucki said as she stopped. Jungkook followed her lead, stopping before he examined their position and the setting.

“Lucki, this is an alleyway.”

Lucki rolled her eyes. “Didn’t I say we were gonna practice a little kiss before we get there? My place is right past this alleyway.”

Lucki turned Jungkooks body toward hers and stared into his eyes for a moment. Jungkook startled at the beginning, but softened his gaze as he looked into Luckis lovely eyes. Her eyes were like…home. Her gaze held a familiarity he couldn’t quite understand. Maybe it was the fact that the memories came flooding back to him, but he couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that he was fond of whatever this feeling was.

Lucki fought the urge to turn away from him. Staring into Jungkooks eyes was like opening a can of worms, a can of worms she wasn’t ready to stomach. Lucki was opposite of Jungkook, as in she knew exactly what the problem was. Her heart never truly healed from the pain Jungkook had caused it. Looking into his eyes was causing the bandaid she put over her wound to lift. She felt she wasn’t ready, but her mind already decided against her heart. She had to do this, for the greater good.

Finally, as she put aside her intense feelings, Lucki took her hard hands and caressed Jungkooks soft cheeks, trying to set the mood for their next step. Even she knew these things couldn’t be rushed. Jungkook followed her lead once again, leaning toward her face with his eyes closed. Lucki sighed in relief, relishing in the fact that she wouldn’t have to look into his eyes as she kissed him.

Lucki gave Jungkook a little peck at first, starting light. She continued to guide Jungkooks lips, going farther than just a small kiss. Jungkook understood immediately, using his tongue to ask permission to take the kiss to new heights. His heart slammed back into his chest; he never thought within almost two days they would’ve gotten to this point of physicality. Kissing already? What was next?

Lucki accepted his gesture, opening her mouth to invite his tongue in. His tongue was like a key, her mouth, a lock. Their kiss was perfect, it was like Jungkook had studied her.

Luckis mind was becoming empty. No longer was her mind filled with thoughts of opposing this pairing. She began to act on her empty conscience, self respect leaving her body. Her hands leapt to Jungkooks neck now, applying small pressure where it felt best. Jungkook shamelessly whined into the kiss, not expecting such a thing so soon. He wasn’t upset, not at all. Quite the opposite actually.

Luckis hands continue to explore Jungkooks muscular frame. If she were blind, his body was braille, and she used her fingers to read his thoughts. Jungkook treated Luckis body like uncharted territory. His hands reluctantly moved from his sides to encase her frame. Jungkook wrapped Lucki in his arms, as if to say something. Please stay, I like this too much, don’t go. A message like this reverberated in the depths of his subconscious, and now his body was being controlled to mirror the wants of his deepest psych.

Finally both parties pulled away from the kiss. Jungkooks lips were red and plump, Luckis bruised from all their kissing. Jungkook panted, wanting more of whatever that was. Lucki began to frown, grabbing her hair and turning away from Jungkook.

“What the fuck was I doing? How could I let myself suck face with you? Of all people, you? I know I agreed to this and all but….”

Jungkook grabbed Luckis hand again, squeezing it like he was before. Once again, trying to use his body language to communicate. It’s ok, I’m here, don’t be upset.

“Lucki…it’s ok. We’re only doing this to make our people believe that we’re together. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Deep down, it hurt Jungkook to say what he said. He wanted them to kiss for reasons more than proving a fake relationship. If he were asked, he would say that kiss made him hard. It rocked his world. However, he believed Luckis emotions were more important than his. He didn’t want her to second guess herself or fall apart. They both needed her confidence and sharp abilities, and they couldn’t have that if she was going to have a crisis every time they kissed.

“You’re right.” Lucki simply said. She wished to say nothing else. If she even thought about it anymore she would freak out. Lucki decided to push her issues to the back of her mind for good now. Freaking out about this was showing her weakness, the one thing she hated to do, especially in front of Jungkook.

Starting again, they emerged from the dark alleyway, and began heading to Luckis place hand in hand. It wasn’t long before they both reached the door, shaking in anticipation. Lucki knew the longer they waited, the more they would have the urge to chicken out of this operation, and they couldn’t afford that.

“Well….here goes nothin.”