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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years ago

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imminent danger, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook? Shh, not too loud... from that sex blog, right? Uh huh. Heard he was actually a reader first, and then he slid into those DMs, one thing lead to another... So brave... ugh, he's so hot, she's so hot, they're so sexy together... and they make all that content to get off to... eh? Wait, they're live today?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; sex workers!couple: JK and his internet porn writer!gf doing their monthly OnlyFans livestream; low-key crack, we are in JK's brain; smut (fem reader, all the dirty thoughts, filming of sex, exhibitionist kink, mirror kink, noona kink, teeny bit of humiliation kink, pet name (bunbun), body oil / lube(?) being poured all over, hair pulling, handjob / edging / cumming in pants, overstimulation, use of anal beads, m-masturbation, light spanking); non-idol!BTS - sub!JK x noona, dom!reader; Jungkook's POV; JK's appearance based on 'Proof' Weverse mag photoshoot

this is basically wiyllt x JK's joint OnlyFans and JK is the star of the show

“Noona, um…”

“Hello, is this thing on? Ah, it is.”

Jeon Jungkook was highly aware of the imminent danger but also the imminent danger was incredibly hot and incredibly bangable. Both things he was totally into. What was a little bit of danger, eh? Other than this turning rapidly into the intro of a porn movie.

Because that was what it was.

A porn movie.

Well, it was going to be one, if he stopped squirming.

Did he mention that his girl wrote incredible porn and that was how he got into this situation? No? Oh. Well, did he also mention that she was in charge of his current, um, work? As in he definitely wasn’t going to do any of this without her right here ripping open his fashionably (tacky? Jungkook had no clue, clothes outside of sweat sets were not his forte) leopard dress shirt and–

“Gah! Why is that so cold?!��

Uh, what the, she was spreading whatever it was over his chest and nipples. Some kind of cold, slippery… something. Liquid. It made him shiver all over.

“Oh, good, that does half of the work for me.”

She stepped around his seated body, which honestly upset him, because she was wearing such a revealing, blood-red, satin minidress that he wanted to continue staring at – yes, he could see the two tents that her large, stimulated nipples formed and it was very sexy, he wanted to nom very badly – but, alas, he was forced to avoid making any ugly, uncomfortable, or displeased expressions as she turned his torso into the equivalent of melted butter on a loaf of uncooked bread about to go into the oven, except Jungkook was not a loaf of uncooked bread, he was a horny man trying to look at titty and shove his dick between those deliciously soft thighs.

He was baking under these big studio lights though, jeez.

“Noona, wait–”

“Look up. Don’t disappoint them.”

And suddenly a hand gripped his hair and yanked his head up, making him gasp and shudder, his wide eyes going straight to the camera lens and the monitor displaying, er… well, everything.

Jungkook tried not to moan.

His boss scolded him before that giving too much too early was bad for business.

His boss being the owner of that pretty hand tangled in his black hair. Nails done, as usual. She always had a nice, self-done manicure, usually in a dark color. It was summertime, so she was branching out to a bright, cherry-red jelly that made Jungkook want to devour those almond-shaped tips. He especially liked it when she fingered his mouth, especially when he could be extra messy, when his tongue would snake and slip between her knuckles, coating them with saliva, letting it carelessly stream down her palm, his chin, his neck, all of it on full display, front and center to the camera.

Oop, he was getting distracted.

Speaking of mouth, his was slightly open, rose-pink lips and polished silver lip ring, the moles on his nose and under his lower lip visible. She was always super careful when she applied his makeup. Eye makeup and lip color for contrast, she reminded him. Otherwise, your handsome features don’t show up well in film. She covered the few occasional blemishes, but tried not to alter his skin tone too much, leaving his beauty marks.

Things usually got messy anyway. Face makeup getting everywhere wasn’t very sexy.

Oh, yeah, and she liked his moles.

A lot.

So, anyway, Jungkook was staring at himself in the monitor, his large brown eyes emphasized even further with smoky liner and filled-in brows, his mouth open and trying not to make too much noise as his silky, flimsy leopard shirt did nothing to stop her exploring hand from sliding across his tan, muscular chest, cherry-red nails circling and teasing his dark, hard nipples, his skin glistening and shiny under the bright lights from the mysterious, slightly viscous liquid.

Her plush mauve lips were by the top is his head, openly smirking.

“I thought you knew about body oil, Jungkook,” she chuckled above him.

“Are you…”

He cut himself off, twisting slightly and biting back a groan, letting out an unfortunate miniature whimper instead, great, just great, and she was opening his shirt more, down his right shoulder and massaging his shoulder tattoo and upper arm, bringing out the intricate details of the petal-like mandala.

“Serious?”

To be honest, Jungkook didn’t care what the stuff was. What was really bothering him was that she was almost scratching him, but not putting enough pressure. He kept trying to raise his torso, and she kept flicking her nails up, using her grip on his hair to push him back down. Strands of black were falling over his forehead and eyes, giving him a roguish, distressed appearance. Not too unlike his usual self. Jungkook left the acting to the professionals.

He was just professionally horny.

Was honestly incredibly easy in her presence. Who would have guessed? Did he mention that he met her through her smut blog? Yeah, Jungkook read smut online (he wasn’t going to read a whole book for one subpar sex scene, come on now).

It was a long story.

No, literally, it was a long story about a trio doing some freaky stuff that involved gummy bears.

There was actually a lot more involved in said story, but never mind that. The point was that, in the past, he was reading porn on the internet and feeling things. What does one do when they read porn and feel things? Ah, yes, chase their dreams. Jungkook had felt the need to chase his dreams.

Which meant read more porn.

Again, professional horny here.

He figured that it couldn’t hurt to say something. Slide in real smooth into those DMs. Heaven knew it was a hell of a lot easier to be cool, calm, and collected over text than in person. He didn’t have to be weird about it. He was just gonna pick that brain a little, bask in the sexual prowess. Not accidentally show her his Instagram, not somehow get convinced into sending a personal photo, not get so enamored over pretty words to impulsively send an almost-nude (oop), and then an actual nude (his mother wouldn’t approve), then somehow meeting up with internet smut writer and getting actual nude (together, in private, he had not much but some shame in the first in-person encounter).

So.

Yeah.

Jungkook and his noona were the very definition of, that escalated quickly, and some small part of him was thinking that maybe he should calm down, but now that most of him was getting the best, most passionate kisses ever (to both heads from two different kinds of lips, nice), he didn’t mind all that much. His pecs presently being oiled up on a secret livestream to paying customers was simply the natural progression of things.

Yup.

For sure.

He gasped as his shirt was yanked out of his pants, the sides being thrown open rather prettily (she thought of every detail, in story and on film, and all of it was making him very horny, per usual), and her arms snaked out from behind his shoulders, pouring the liquid from a small, unmarked plastic bottle, splashing down his chest and soaking the crotch of his thin pants. He had questioned earlier why he was wearing such brightly-colored, clingy fabric. Sure, it would show up nicely against the black metal of the chair and show off his muscular thighs, but now the why was blaringly obvious. The fabric darkened in the places it was drenched, sticking to his strained inner thighs and bulging erection.

She always scolded him not to look at the monitor, so instead he looked at the big mirror behind the camera.

Did he mention that his number of kinks was getting out of control?

His eyes followed her movement – her fingers sliding down his abs, toying with the waistband of his pants, not going under, denying him and putting on a show. Indeed, she reached down there to compare her hand size to the massive tent in his pants. Pretty impressive, per usual (she said that a lot and Jungkook would be lying if he said that it didn’t massively stroke his... ego).

She spread her index and middle finger and pressed down on his crotch, molding the wet fabric right to his poor, enclosed dick.

Jungkook moaned, wincing slightly at the uncomfortable, squishy sensation of the fabric stretching over the sensitive head of his cock. Hell no, he wasn’t wearing underwear. Jungkook was making porn. What did he need underwear for? (His mom would not approve, but thankfully his mom had no idea he was making porn and he was not planning on having that talk, ever.) It still felt good, though. Anything she did felt good, even the slight rocking of her fingers that made his stiff length sway from side to side, sending sparks of pleasure radiating down every centimeter.

Those cherry-red nails lifted and plucked at the wet, clingy fabric carefully. It puckered and shrunk, creating wrinkles and snapping back to mold entirely around his embarrassingly hard, currently colorful, joystick.

He read that in the comment once and thought it was hilarious.

With a start, Jungkook realized she had used the handheld remote to zoom in on his crotch and abs. She had attached a handy little leather pocket to the back of the chair. Movie magic, she called it. Mary Poppin’s bag of horny horrors, Jungkook called it, because usually it contained very naughty things that fed his kinks.

His cock twitched in the monitor, standing up straighter, filling up the majority of the shot.

He could feel his face burn. At least no one was seeing that.

Yet.

“Look at this pretty dick, everyone. So big and thick because he’s on camera for you.”

Her fingers wrapped around his girth and smoothed out the wrinkles, spreading the fabric taut and adding more mysterious slick clear liquid that was not body oil, Jungkook was sure of it now, but he was too busy squirming and choking back his whimpers, watching his balls and dick get cocooned by a thin layer of damp, shiny, colorful silk, displaying the shape so obviously that it left very little to the imagination except the actual color of his skin which was probably dark red, considering she was teasing the throbbing head with her fingertips now, mashing the sodden fabric against the slit.

His whole body was shimmering with pleasure.

It was so very difficult trying to be a good boy.

Gasping shivers leaked out of his mouth for all the watchers to hear. He gripped the sides of the chair and tried to remain still. Jungkook didn’t want the picture to get blurry after all, but it was feeling so fucking good and he was trying to bottle up the extra mortifying noises. Doing both was proving to be the struggle.

He was losing the battle.

He tipped his head back and lewdly moaned like a man possessed by a succubus.

Not totally wrong. Jungkook was pretty sure his noona was turning him into a massive (maybe slightly narcissistic) pervert, bombarding him with his kinks and ushering him into the development of new ones. She was very enthusiastic about it and it was infectious. Also, deep down, Jungkook was a showman (maybe the greatest). The first time of let’s film ourselves was just for them. A little fun. He liked watching it back. She wrote about it. People seemed to really like it. Do you really do that? She teased him about it. He got annoyed and took a picture to get her back. A little peek at the inside of his shirt. He sent it anonymously to the blog, only to rile her up.

He expected her to delete it.

She replied to it with the caption, my partner in crime.

Jungkook nearly threw his phone into the next dimension in complete and utter shock when he saw it (in public, no less, he lived on the edge). He didn’t, because he needed it to read her porn and to contact her to, erm, make their personal porn.

“Noona! How could you! That’s private!”

“Of course, it is. That’s why they have to pay if they want any more.”

A joke at the time, but…

Again.

That escalated quickly.

Now Jungkook was trembling as he slowly, wetly humped her closed hand, thighs tense, the seat slick under him. Their monthly live play for their highest tier members. He would edit the VOD for later purchase. Attendees received a discount code to access it.

Er. Yeah. Jungkook edited it.

For…

Personal reasons.

Sometimes it took him a while.

Did he mention that he was a video editor? Oh. Right, his day job. He did have some life skills unrelated to sexual acts. He could wash dishes very well too. Excellent at doing laundry. His noona always praised him for his housework.

He liked that.

A lot.

“P-Please…”

Her hand closed a little tighter, taking over the pace. His torso rippled, soft whimpers of want drifting out from his parted lips.

“What do you think, chat? Should I edge him or let him finish in his pants?”

Jungkook felt his shoulder blades hit the chair but he was too busy thinking of the merits of both and watching his cock jerk in her hand. They loved the frustration. He hated the denial and therefore loved it. If he came in his pants, she would peel them off and show the viewers the mess he made. Equally sexy and crazy hot. He was passing out just thinking about it, on cloud nine from her suggestions and the steady, public jacking off.

Couple years ago, Jungkook would have been absolutely against such absurdity (but secretly horny about it, what, he was who he was), but it only took some reading (who would have guessed, not him), a little idea fed by some other avid readers (secret sluts, all of them, he was convinced of it, but he liked it, great minds think alike), and some very convincing, somewhat sly, overwhelmingly sexy persuasion from his favorite mouth (noona, obviously), then, well, fine, Jungkook was easy when it came to her, he could admit it, but she was easy when it came to him too, so the feeling was mutual.

He tilted his head back to look at her, vaguely aware she was zooming out slightly to show off his disheveled, borderline desperate expression.

“Noona, p-please don’t…”

She smiled at him, dainty torture.

He didn’t really mean it, but he couldn’t act easy even if he was.

“How’s this, I edge you first and then I make you cum after you show us how it feels?” she purred dangerously.

She opened her mouth just a little, the tip of her tongue dancing between plush mauve lips.

I hope I die with her pussy on my face and her mouth on my dick. We can definitely find some Viagra in the old people home. Or the hospital. Wherever we end up.

One would think that contemplating his mortality with a death sixty-nine would ruin his boner, but it did not. Jungkook did, however, have to bite his lip very hard so he didn’t crack up randomly in the middle of the moment. That was not the vibe.

“D-Don’t do that, please, I’ve been good…” he managed to get out, leaning his head back and looking up at her so only she could see his eyes. She could tell instantly that he was trying not to laugh. Her eyes narrowed, a wordless, the fuck are you thinking about, but it was her job to bring him back to the moment.

“What’s that, bunbun? You want them to watch your face as I tease you?”

Ah, yes, exactly what he needed.

One thing that slightly disappointed Jungkook when they had first met was that she confirmed that she didn’t like pet names. While he could admit the basic ones were rather weak and not very creative, he still wanted a little something between them. He liked the idea of pet names being a shared secret between him and his lover, but, no, she remained firm, you can call me ‘love’, but that’s it, I don’t like the other stuff, oh, okay, so he stuck with being annoying and making her laugh with his facial expressions while washing dishes. But then came Halloween, and it was dress up time. They were discussing with the live chat on what ears he should wear (of course, he had to wear the ears but he wasn’t complaining, fluffy animal ears were cute), and they narrowed it down to dog ears or bunny ears, letting their fans decide.

“But I wanna be a Maltese. Don’t I suit a dog more? Woof!”

Jungkook thought his barking was very convincing.

“I don’t know, I think you suit a bunny quite well,” she had said, tucking his hair behind his ear and letting her fingertips linger on his earrings, making him visibly shiver with pleasure. He learned to love it when she showed him public affection (read: get horny). “What do you think, chat? Helpless little Jungkookie unable to escape from my naughty traps. Silly bunbun, you walked in there all alone, knowing you would be trapped by all those ropes, but don’t worry, it will be a very fun playtime.”

Yes, the bunny ears won by a long shot, but Jungkook was not even mad about it. He put on those long white ears and posed like the caught bunny he was.

Tied-up, blindfolded, and with a fluffy cottontail buttplug.

Happy Halloween, right?

Maybe Jungkook should have felt ashamed about it, but that was the least risqué thing he did in these bunny ears, so, uh, yeah.

Anyway, she started calling him bunbun every once in a while, and it got him every time. So was the current action of pouring more slippery stuff on his hard, pants-covered dick, but, hold on a sec, it was feeling a little tingly there. A bit hot and cold, what the–

“Oooh, fuck!”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and then he really felt it, a whole lot of what-the-fuck-is-going-on, even though he had a vague idea of what was happening, but, nope, that was impossible to concentrate on. His entire length felt like it was on the seesaw of sensations between hot and cold, between tingly and holy shit (yes, that was a feeling, he decided that right now), and it traveled throughout his whole body, down his legs and up his spine, to his shaking arms and rapidly falling shirt that he had completely forgotten about, leaving him shirtless, wretchedly moaning, and clutching the sides of the chair so hard that his knuckles were white. Fast, slick, tight pace, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it was dripping down to his balls, slipping into the crack of his ass, and his eyes were rolling back, lost in the agonizing prickling pleasure. He had to lock his knees so he wouldn’t fall, it took everything in him not to fall, the hot-cold tingling crazy unbearable but so, so good.

Surely, he was getting bamboozled by this “body oil” business, but right now Jungkook did not give a flying fuck.

“Please don’t stop, please, noona, I’m begging you, please, please, please…”

She tilted her grip and the tight ring of her fingers began to rub against the underside of the head. Sloppy, squelchy pops with each stroke, creating the sound effect of fucking a wet hole instead of her hand, and his brain just had to conjure the picture of her spread ass and pussy, the kind of image where he was below her and she was spreading those juicy ass cheeks for him, strong muscles flexing and not letting him touch, making everything so much better and so much worse.

Yes, at this point, his brain could sexually torture him without warning.

Jungkook could say he didn’t like it, but that would be lying and he was not a liar. Also, he was a little bit of a masochist. Whoops.

She stopped, squeezing the head brutally.

“Mmmm, no, p-please, no…!”

Without realizing it, his head had fallen down, spotting himself in the mirror. His black hair a complete wreck, bright brown eyes shiny with need, unclutching one hand to grab the hem of her short dress and tugging on it, ruining himself even more with the image of slinky fabric pressed into juicy curves, the denied high coursing through him in maddening throbs, nerves ferociously firing, expecting something more, but there was nothing, nothing, just his poor cock crying out tears of pre-cum and soaking into the mess of his pants that surely would not be worn again, especially after he was about to orgasm in them.

And people were watching.

He could see himself in the mirror.

So good, ugh, all of it making him so aroused that he felt lightheaded. No choking needed (but he would never say no to a little throat hug from those pretty hands). His trapped erection was twitching. He was doing that. Putting on a show. He could feel it too, the wet silky fabric stretching and applying threads of faint pleasure from the pressure, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

He needed more.

Jungkook craved more, craved to show what he could do, what he could take. Wanted her to pose him, use him, display him like her most prized, most beautiful, personal sex toy.

“N-Noona…”

Her hand came back, drenched again with the tingly liquid, massaging the engorged tip, and he moaned, low and wanton, drunk on the moment, his legs falling even more open and rolling his hips into her palm, spreading it, watching himself, so slippery and so shiny, so many lights and a camera capturing his filthy actions, dirty bunbun, she murmured under her breath, and Jungkook vainly wished that he could be unaffected but he was not, too many naughty nights and soft coos of dirty bunbun turning him into a complete and utter slut for every orifice, every touch, every smirk from this one woman. He was just a complete hot mess of glistening chest, hard nipples, and silk pants molded to his dick, trying to catch his breath so he could beg.

“Wanna cum in your pants, Jungkook?”

“Y-Yes, please...”

“Wanna show our friends how much of a good boy you are?”

Was she going to make him cry for it or what? Jungkook found that he didn’t care.

“Y-Yes, noona…” he gasped out tearily as he felt her pour more liquid. She spread it over his inner thighs and balls with her free hand, still teasing his abused cock with the other. Then she tilted her body as she kneeled, letting the camera have full access to his. Wound her left hand around his length as the right continued stimulating the head. She got a little closer, and, oh, wow, he could hear the obscene sounds through the mic pinned to her dress, louder and heavier – his ragged breathing, wet-on-wet, and she was going to make him cum and then squish it against his cock, cover him in it like the dirty bunbun he was.

And he could look into the camera lens and see himself in the mirror behind it.

Dark brown eyes glazed over, biting his lower lip, tiny mole and silver ring flashing, whole chest tense and glistening muscles bulging from his effort to stay still, defenseless as his cock was being pumped at a firm, steady pace at the same time the head was being rubbed, knowing there was at least a couple hundred, maybe even a thousand, viewers watching him get wrecked right now, eagerly listening to his building whines and sloppy sounds, and he was going insane, letting himself think, I’m just your toy, noona, please play with me, at the mercy of her touch, in the headspace where he believed that he couldn’t do anything to stop the maddeningly slow, insistent touch, so helpless, trapped by his own free will, nothing more than a pretty plaything.

Jungkook did think he was a very handsome, sexy, pretty plaything.

What?

He was looking at his reflection, after all.

“A-a-ah, I’m g-gonna cum… fuck!”

The watchers couldn’t see, of course, so he had to say it, and that required him to unlatch his lower lip, letting out an embarrassing string of moans and cries, his shoulders flinching as he came, head falling back, mouth open, powerfully jerking his hips with every spurt that creamed down his twitching length, only for to be squelched back onto sensitive skin. Pathetic whines ricocheted through his lungs, tingly and warm and sticky and slick, his orgasm squished against his balls, his cock, his pants, the sound so vulgar, so nasty, so fucking sexy that he felt more dribble out of him, stuck to the silk, then unstuck and molding back in place, the mixing liquids attracted to each other, sucking it back against hot, shivering skin and coating him with his own cum.

He was a good boy.

He couldn’t face the audience right now, but he obediently lifted his trembling hips as she peeled his pants off, glancing down, oh, what a delicious mess, strings of cum and lube clinging to his thighs and purple-red cock, and Jungkook shuddered, addicted to the sight and her smearing his release onto his skin, covering him with it.

She tugged his pants off and nudged his leg.

“Show them.”

He should have been ashamed, but he unashamedly liked it, adjusting his trembling legs on the seat and kneeling on it, placing his hands on the back of the chair to put his crotch on full display, dripping softening cock and all.

Jungkook gasped as he felt his soiled pants smear against his cheek, wiping the strong scent of salty cum onto his face. Marking him. Viewers couldn’t take screenshots on this platform, but Jungkook was sure that people were going to the pause on the later uploaded VOD here, right here, at his sweaty black hair covering half his face, his panting mouth, and glossy naked body, just to gaze at him in sheer awe of how astoundingly filthy he was.

Get off to it.

He was going to, that was for sure.

She leaned over and licked his cum-covered cheek.

He moaned deep in his chest, crumpling a little.

Jungkook was weak when it came to her, after all.

She backed up and let him have a moment to the camera, still semi-hard because he knew it was still on. He thought about it, touching himself, but there were no free shows. He remembered and he was a good bunbun. He dared not mess with the plan, whatever that was. Jungkook never asked to know it. He liked the surprise, the thrill.

He did have a safe word, but he never found himself using it.

“Now, a little more lube, and we’ll shove something cute in that tight little asshole of yours.”

He nearly shot off his seat, except he couldn’t because it was slippery as fuck.

“N-Noona!”

Her tone was bright and cheerful. Sing-song-y, even.

“Sorry, all, please stand by.”

She pressed a button and the monitor changed to a cute tune with a colorful stand by for technical difficulties screen. In the bottom right corner was a small animation of his chibi self in bunny ears creating a little dust cloud in his work. Clearly working hard.

His current self was falling out of the chair.

“Please, wait, let’s t-talk about this–”

“Do you want the bigger one or the vibrator?”

“… D-Don’t make me choose, p-please…!”

“Or the beads, I haven’t popped beads out of your ass in a while,” she suddenly said, and Jungkook was screwed (in multiple ways), seeing the string of sizable purple anal beads curled around her pretty hand and entranced by her dirty words like he was caught in a magic spell. “You jack yourself off as I pull the beads out one by one, and we can listen to you count. If you miss one, I’ll push it back in so you can get it right.”

Which was why, after a readjusted camera angle and eagerly whimpering as she lubed him up and stuffed him, Jungkook was on his knees with his ass in the air, deliberating missing numbers so he could feel the sensation of the anal beads being shoved back in and out of his glistening asshole. He was using a copiously disconcerting amount of lube to masturbate so the sound was extra messy and extra loud. He wanted everyone to hear. His face was half-pressed to the floor, craning his head to watch himself cry out in the mirror.

It didn’t take him very long, which was disappointing, but it was very satisfying to watch.

He held out for as long as he could, even stopping his own movements and playing up his helplessness to get a few stinging slaps to his ass, getting it nice and red. He was scolded, as he should be. Bad bunbun. It made his overstimulated cock throb, pre-cum gleaming off the abused, purple-red tip. All the beads were jammed back in, filling up and stretching out his tight little hole, starting the cycle once more.

She poured more of that tingly hot-cold lube back onto his asshole and balls, teasing the space between them with her nails. Fuck, it was so good, he wanted to melt into the floor, rocking his hips in the air at the uncontrollable ecstasy. He pleaded despairingly, assuring her and the watchers that he’d be a good bunbun, he would. She hummed doubtfully, but began to pull out the beads again, forcing him to count each one, loudly.

Jungkook really tried to get to seven.

He really did.

He got to four and came all over the floor in a wrecked, fucked-out gasp, streaming cum onto the hardwood and making another mess. Felt his hips shake and the string of anal beads hang, because of course she left them there, a naughty tail of shame as she gripped his arms and forced him up, the lubed-up plastic balls hitting her thigh as he barely rested on her lap, not putting any of his weight on her, whimpering as she grabbed his chin and dragged him down to the camera.

“T-Thanks for watching…” he barely managed to choke out as she tucked part of his hair back, rubbing the side of his lip with her fingers, creating another mess of his cheek.

He was aware that maybe he should have looked a little pathetic. Ashamed at being used. At least some discomfort for his sore dick from multiple orgasms, oversensitivity, and freaking anal beads still sticking out of his ass.

Nope.

Jungkook smirked mischievously at the camera as she turned off the livestream.

“Noona.”

“Yup.”

“You can’t just put anal beads in my ass when I’m lust-drunk.”

“I think I can.”

He puffed his cheeks. “Noona…”

“What a cute pout.” She traced it, toying with his lower lip with her cherry-red nail. “I love it.”

He pursed his lips and made a show of it. Made her chase it a little, and then she planted her nail on his underlip mole, poking him lightly before leaning in, stealing a kiss. Imminent danger shouldn’t be so incredibly hot and so incredibly bangable.

It was not okay.

Unfair.

Not allowed.

There were more words for it, but Jungkook couldn’t think of any right now, words tumbling out of his head because of those dancing kisses and flickers of tongue, chasing them, chasing those plush mauve lips, that sly smirk, and that devious mind that held all these plans about all the dirty things that he could do. And he could do a lot of them. Jungkook liked challenges. It was pretty dangerous, pestering her to tell him what else she was thinking about, but Jungkook knew all about danger, and he liked danger.

“I love you.”

He loved his noona most of all though.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

To think this all came form a quiet little smut blog.

Heh.

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