#bts x black reader

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Friendly Match: Part 2 of 2

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Summary: You and JK have been friends for a few months. You first ran into each other at your boxing gym and had become fast friends. At least you are trying to keep those boundaries, as you’ve dubbed Jungkook as off limits because of his idol status. But does Jungkook know he’s off limits?

Idol!Jungkook X BlackFemReader(plus sized reader)

Warnings: FILTH. SMUT. Unprotected sex(wrap it up). JK is obsessed with Reader including her body. JK is a munch(cunnalingus). Sparring.(Manhandling, wrestling, Judo). Dryhumpping. Choking(HAHAHA). Rough Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Spit kink. Reader has a potty mouth, but so does JK. JK is a little shit. Gym Sex. Semi-Public Sex. Dom JK. Sub reader (Likes to put up a fight though). . Biting. Bratty Reader. Reader gives off independent black woman vibes.Slight Noona Kink(if you squint). Slight Angst. Language barrier is there but vibes.

*Glossary for Korean can be found at end of chapter.*

AN: I meant it when I said filth….enjoy!

While you were preparing Jungkook proceeded to complete a round of small stretches, warming up his body. Though it would be low impacting, he wasn’t about to put himself at risk by pulling a muscle.

“Have you worked on falling properly yet?” Sliding into the ring you stood up and lightly jumped in place a bit, shaking out your limbs. Though his question might have sounded odd it was something your coach had stressed about at the beginning of your training. Always protect your head.

Nodding you twisted your back a bit until it popped and did the same to the other side. “Yeah, we did a bit of that the other day.”

Jungkook rolled his shoulders back a few times before he slowly started approaching you. “Cool, let's sweep a few times and see how your form is. We won’t count this.”

Over the next few moments, you and Jungkook worked on your falling. He would wrap his hands around your ankles and pull your feet from underneath you. The goal here was to make sure you always landed on your back properly. Your head lifted up above your shoulders and your back proan against the mat. You did this a couple of times until Jungkook felt you were ready to start.

You two spread out in the ring, fighting stances mirroring one another. Yet you refused to make the first move. Judo was all about using your opponent's strength against them, so being the first one to move wasn’t always the best strategy. But neither was waiting around—As Jungkook quickly proved to you.

The man had dashed forward and grappled your upper body. Using his momentum he then twisted and knocked his hip into your side and his heel into the back of your knee. Using his grip on your forearm and the back of your neck, Jungkook maneuvered your body over then down to the mat and pinned you immediately to the floor.

You lay panting slightly below him blinking up at the ceiling. You didn’t expect that to happen so quickly. You sometimes forget how nimble Jungkook was, the man was so quick you could barely even counter his attack.

Jungkook smirks as he loosened his hold on your arm, his hand planted on the floor next to your head— upper body hovering over your own. “…그거 하나입니다.”

Your eyes shift from the ceiling to the smug look on Jungkook’s face at his words and anger slowly starts to simmer underneath your skin—your pride now officially bruised. Losing sucked, especially to Jungkook. Not only was he a sore loser, but worst of all he was a sore winner. Whenever you two played 1vs1 in Overwatch, whether he was victorious or not he would become insufferable, but it was always worse when he was the winner. However if anyone was to ask your close friends, they would say the exact same thing about you.

“여섯 개가 더 남았습니다.”

Glaring you use your hands and press them against his chest, pushing him away. And Jungkook let you, thinking you were just trying to get up and reset. What he didn’t account for was your legs coming up from beneath him and wrap his torso in a scorpion hold. He felt your ankles lock behind his back and your knee squeezing against his rib cage.

It was a good move, and he hadn’t expected it from someone of your level. Honestly he was thinking you both would just do some throws, he didn’t think you had advanced to floorwork yet. He grunted feeling your knees put pressure on his rib cage, the pain acute and instant. It was designed to disarm your opponent enough for them to tap out. It would definitely work in a fight against someone at a similar level as you.

Your fists dig into his shirt, stretching the fabric out considerably. Focusing hard on keeping your hold and knees firm. You’ve done this before on your coach and the man let you know you had actually bruised him. So you knew it would at least do some damage to Jungkook, enough for you to figure out your next move.

Feeling Jungkook moving had your thighs flexing even tighter. Again the move would have worked on someone on the same level as you, but as you had pointed out earlier he was a black belt.

Planting his feet on the floor Jungkook slowly rose up and pushed one of his palms down flat on your stomach while the other gripped at the waistband of your leggings. His fingers work their way under the fabric and glides along your smooth skin. With his hunched over position, it had made it so your knees had slipped down his torso and to his hips.

You ground your teeth as you tried to keep your hold on the man, but the hand against your stomach, plus gravity were against you. With your body slightly suspended in the air, Jungkook used the hand that had worked its way into the waistband of your leggings and pulled hard on the fabric. Forcing your body to twist over and downward towards the floor.

Your ankles unlock from around his back as trying to force the hold had caused your knees to twing in pain. With your body low key at his mercy now, you found yourself facedown on the mat and his body pressed down hard against your back holding you firmly to the floor.

One of his knees had made its place between your thighs, his lower body flush against your side. While one of his forearms presses across your shoulder blades.

You’re fully panting now from excursion, your cheek resting against the cool material of the floor. So you totally lost that round as well, but you did manage to surprise him. In fact the way you heard him panting behind you, and how his weight was pressing you to the floor made a laugh bubble out of your chest.

Jungkook’s head ticked to the side in confusion when he heard you start laughing. Leaning down he tilts his body a bit so he can look at your face better. “웃고 있나요? 왜요?”

His question only made you laugh harder. The move Jungkook pulled on you was clearly a more advanced technique. It was crazy smooth and he made it look effortless. But the fact that the man had even used it against you was inflating your ego immensely. “Such a try-hard 정국아.”

You saw the way the man’s jawline ticked. His tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. He was clearly pissed off. You’ve seen him get this way many times before, especially playing video games with him like you did. And each time you had to remind yourself not to cross that imaginary line. No matter how fucking hot he looked.

Jungkook heard the term ‘Try Hard’ being thrown around a few times amongst your friends. You had explained to him once before on how it was used more as an insult than a compliment.

The arm he had against your back shifted to rest along the floor by your head and you became keenly aware of Jungkook's weight. The way his stomach brushed along your lower back from each deep breath he took, not to mention how you could feel him thick and heavy against the side of your hip. —Fuck he felt huge. Of course it is….Mr. BDE.

“That’s 2 now 누나.”

Though his comment was meant as a jab and you were honestly a little distracted by how his body pressed against yours and it only amplified the giddy feeling you had. You strained your neck slightly when you turned your head towards him, but gave him one of your biggest smiles despite the pain as you threw him a teasing remark. “…전 하나만 필요해요.”

Jungkook's mind was high key short circuiting. Shit was flying off in sparks inside his head. Misfiring and misdirecting to places it shouldn’t. There was something about you that always had him acting up. You were pinned beneath him, his body molding to your own in one of the best ways possible. Well no, not exactly the best. If he was entirely honest with himself it would be you screaming out his name while he impaled you with his cock.— Fuck! You always made him question his sanity. Was it possible for someone to go crazy from lust?

You were unaware of the spiral you had just sent Jungkook’s mind into, but you could feel the way his breath had hitched at your words. God he made you competitive. You don’t know what it was about the man, but he just just made you want to fight him. Not necessarily physically, present situation excluded. But just mentally. You were told before you had a smart mouth, but so did Jeon Jungkook. You couldn’t help it that your way of flirting was—oh no, no no, no flirting allowed. Scratch that, you needed to get from underneath this man before you fucked up.

Putting your hands on the floor, you reach for the arm that’s placed by your head then tug it tightly under your body and hold it across your chest. With it secured you felt the man above you let out a surprised hiss as his upper body fell to your back. Using his moment of distraction you throw your weight from your you hip up and roll back. The move had Jungkook rolling underneath you, and your plan from here was to now use this time to break away from his hold.

But you had forgotten about the grip Jungkook still had on your lululemon leggings. In your attempt to roll away Jungkook just wrapped his hand tightly into the stretchy fabric causing the leggings to dig uncomfortably into your waist. With the arm you had originally trapped against your chest, he moves it upward and around your neck. The icing on the cake was him using his legs to dead-lock your own, his ankles locking together over your upper thighs. You might be on top of him, but Jungkook has you pinned once again and in a fucking chokehold of all things.

Jungkook was in utopia. You were on top of him, fully on top of him and your ass was pressing down against his cock so well, he didn’t even care if you felt him chub up. He knew he would. You felt so perfect against him and his hand was practically inside your leggings, your skin was so soft and supple. At this point he was ready to just throw in the towel and risk it all.

His tattooed bicep was squishing your cheeks and the hold his legs had on your thighs was forcing your body to stretch across his own, it was uncomfortable and you should tap out. But deep down you knew you wouldn’t, couldn’t do it.

You've seen those memes of girls posing with their significant others playfully choking them with their muscular arms and you had laughed at it, saying you get it, but it could never be you, it just wasn’t your thing. But you were wrong, you were so wrong. You wanted him to squeeze tighter. Just the thought of Jungkook actually trying to choke you had you clenching your thighs together as a form of relief, to ease the sudden throbbing of your core.

What was relief for you was the exact opposite for him. The way your ass grinded down onto Jungkook’s growing cock forced out a surprised groan, the sound carrying directly into your ears. Jungkook’s mind was trying to reason with himself that your shift probably wasn’t even on purpose, you were most likely adjusting against the literal chokehold he had you in. He could feel his cock pulsing now at his own realization. Something was seriously wrong with him. Here he was bricking up during a normal suppression hold—he should let go.

You tried to keep boundaries because you didn’t want to ruin what friendship you had with Jungkook, you genuinely enjoyed the man’s company, but that invisible line you drew to protect your friendship was rapidly disappearing the more you felt his cock swelling up beneath your ass not to mention his moan. Actually you don’t even remember what a line even looks like anymore.

You felt Jungkook’s arm loosen and you are absolutely not having that. Before your mind could even process a filter, words were tumbling past your lips. “If you're going to choke me then do it properly.”

Your playlist still blared through the speakers around the gym, but you heard none of it. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear roaring in your ears. The organ having kicked into overdrive from your sudden dip in oxygen levels.

Jungkook's bicep flexed firmly against neck, the inked skin cutting off your airways just like you asked—He knew it, you were absolutely perfect and so fucking filthy. “이게 더 낫나요?”

Jungkook’s only answer was a literal choked out moan from you, and it brought a smug smile to his face. However his smile grew that much wider when one of his intrusive thoughts got the best of him. He heard so much about the sturdiness of lululemon leggings and how they could handle a ‘good’ stretch. The hand in your leggings adjusted, his grip now on the front of them. In this new position, he pulls the fabric upward—hard. Making the middle seam of your leggings dig into your covered core.

You never even knew something like this was possible, getting off to what was essentially a frontal wedgie. But you are allowing Jungkook to tug on the fabric repeatedly, pulling it roughly against your clit. The material had flossed its way between your folds causing your sopping panties to stimulate your clit in a delightfully twisted way. Each tug pulling a pleasure filled cry from your mouth.

The noises you were making were driving Jungkook absolutely mad. He was pressed as close to the side of your face as possible, his lips brushing against your sweat covered brow with every filthy word he muttered. “오랫동안 기다렸어요. 당신을 망칠 거예요...”

You ass continue to grind back onto his cock, each tug he makes on your leggings stimulating you further. The arm on your neck is getting tighter, it is harder to breathe now— loving every minute of it. And Jungkook knew you did, your hips faltering being a dead give away. “Can I get you to cum like this 누나?”

The hand gripping your leggings was pulling the fabric so hard now you both could hear the seams popping in protest. You should be pissed that he was fucking up your clothes like this, but you just wanted to focus on how amazing it felt, the rough material of your panties and the leggings rubbing across your clit. It should hurt with all the force Jungkook was using, but that didn’t stop you from grinding down into him harder.

Jungkook felt your hips pick up the pace after his words. Clearly you wanted to see if you could. And he was more than happy to get you there. He only wished he could see your face when you did it. For now however he can just be satisfied with how you sounded. Your actual cries echoing throughout the gym beat anything he could have possibly imagined. He could probably get off untouched with just your voice alone easily. “Let me see then baby, let me see you cum.”

The wail that escaped from your mouth as you came had Jungkook’s cock twitching violently in his sweatpants, no doubt leaking precum into his Calvin’s. Your body convulsed on top of his own, as he continued to lock your form against his body.

You had never came so hard before. Your heart pounded behind your sternum as if it was trying to break free. You feel Jungkook shifting behind you, your body released from his hold as he eases you down to the floor mat, but he remains close. You can feel his lips kissing along the side of your face peppering kisses from your jaw and up to your baby hairs.

As you calm down you can’t help but whine slightly as the post nut clarity starts kicking in. Your hands come up to your face covering it in shame at how quickly you let things get out of hand. You weren’t a hormonal driven individual, you didn’t just jump into things like this. Especially with someone like Jungkook. As soon as the man put you onto that chokehold all logic went out the window. You even asked him to do it harder, “I can’t believe I said that…”

You feel firm hands taking hold of your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. “정말 섹시했습니다 누나.” Your eyes open in disbelief at Jungkook’s statement.

“What..?”

“You’re probably super wet huh? Fuck I want to see...” You watched as his gaze drops down to your thighs and he crawls haphazardly towards your legs and grapples his way between them. “내게 보여줄 수 있나요?”

“You want to see?” You asked, genuinely puzzled by his request.

“Probably so juicy and wet….”

It was embarrassing how you could literally feel your juices slipping out of your cunt from his words. You observed how his hands smooth over your outer thighs, skimming up and down your hips, then finally over your ass, caressing it like he could feel your skin beneath it. You look away from how wide and innocent his eyes are looking at you, the desperation in them crystal clear but you still hesitated. You didn’t even wear cute panties today, of course today would be the day Jungkook saw you naked. “Maybe..next ti—.”

You jumped suddenly at the sharp pain coming from your knee. You look back and witness Jungkook pulling his mouth away from your knee and gap at him. “Did you just bite me?!”

“Let me eat you out 누나.”

Him ignoring your question didn’t go unnoticed, but your focus was more on the way his eyes seemed to remain fixed on how the fabric of your leggings was still gathered between your thighs. He was really looking at you like you were his next meal. Jungkook being a pussy eater didn’t exactly surprise you, there was just something about the man that screamed ‘good head game’. Maybe if you could pull your panties down with your legging he would even notice them.

“Fine…let m—”

Your brain was moving entirely too slow for you right now or Jungkook was moving entirely too fast. You found yourself folded up, your knees to your chest, and the man shimmying your ruined leggings down your legs. He was in such a hurry he didn’t even try to remove them completely from your frame. Instead the stretched out waistband hung limply around your thighs, your panties also tangled in the fabric.

By the time your brain caught up, it had checked out again. The moment you could feel the cool air hit your wet cunt, Jungkook’s mouth latched on in a hot open mouth kiss. Pleasure floods your body so quickly that your juices leaked like a faucet from your core and straight into his waiting mouth.

His throat flex’s as he swallows your essence graciously. Your flavor lighting his taste buds ablaze that he instantly becomes addicted. From this moment on you would have to either beat him with a stick or someone would have to physically drag him away kicking and screaming, he never wants to go a day with out your taste. His tongue stretches flat and wide dragging from your fluttering opening up to your clit. Jungkook’s lip closes around the small nub and suckles softly at the flesh as the tip of his tongue flicks rapidly over it.

Your legs began shaking with each pass of his tongue. Having came already you are terribly sensitive, but you wouldn’t dare have him stop. You feel how he is practically smothering his face into your cunt, you can’t exactly see what he is doing but you can hear it. Every groan, suck, kiss, swipe of his tongue—all so wet.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, he wanted to be smothered in your pussy. Maybe he should have you sit on his face instead, drown in your juices. But that would mean separating from you, and Jungkook couldn’t have that. He was just going to have to settle for something else.

You were suddenly moving, his strong arms around your waist as he pulled your body up further from the floor, your weight now having been shifted to your shoulders. The man had your curl into yourself, your knees hovering above your face, your ass in the air and your cunt now at the mercy of his mouth.

In this new position Jungkook’s hand was free to do what it pleased. With his middle and ring finger he lightly applied pressure to your entrance, while his lips and tongue continued its assault on your clit.

Your eyes are closing as they roll to the back of your head. You feel his fingers easing slowly into your cunt, the glide smooth but so incredibly snug. The pad of his fingers rubbing against your spongy walls with each thrust. “Shi-shit.”

He released your clit with a wet pop and licked his lips, not wanting to miss out on even a speck of your taste. His fingers continue to drive in and out of your pussy watching as his digits are almost tugged back in with each outward pull. He could see a nice creamy ring forming around them already and he instantly wished it was his cock.

Though his lips had left you, his fingers continued to drive into you with a purpose, your walls fluttering around them as more juices spilled from your entrance. That familiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach, but still so far out of reach.

Jungkook could tell you were getting close but there was something he wanted to try. Adjusting his hold on your waist and applying pressure to your belly, letting you rest a bit of your body weight against his chest. With this new angle he had more room to twist his hand around and put his newfound curiosity to the test.

Your eyes squeeze close tighter when you feel his figures hook upward in a come hither motion, his digits pressing hard into what could only be known to you as your g-spot. Your pussy squeezing around his fingers in a vice grip in response.

“찾았어요…”

You could hear the smugness in his voice, but he didn’t give you time to say a damn thing. Jungkook was on your cunt like it was open season. His mouth found its way back to your clit and his fingers continued to pound hard to its newly discovered spot.

You body was caving in on itself, like you were trying to escape the pleasure your nerve endings were suddenly overcome with. Your hands reaching for something to hold on to and only able to grab onto the useless fabric that was once known as your lululemon leggings. The cries that broke past your lips only encouraged him to give you more.

And more he did, Jungkook dropped his jaw open and with a flat tongue he shook his head quickly rubbing it rabidly over your clit. A cry of what sounded a lot like his name reached his ears and it was the only warning he got before your body seized up so hard Jungkook fingers could barely move. He could tell you were right there at the edge and needed just one little push.

One of your hands untangle from your leggings to grip at Jungkook's forearm when you feel his finger begin to repeatedly stimulate that spongy spot in your pussy. The pads of his fingers now grinding hard into it with each hard fuck he delivers with them. You're going to cum again you know you are, but this felt so very different.

“W-wait ah!!”

Jungkook’s tattooed hand doubled its efforts when he heard your confused plea. He pulls his mouth away with a groan, his lips smacking together savoring your juices further as he adjusted the arm around your belly, squeezing harder. “Just let go baby…”

Something else was happening, you could feel it just below the surface with each thrust of his fingers and the pressure on your belly, something else was going to give. “But I’m—”

The man currently between your legs let out a frustrated groan. His fingers grinding so hard into your pussy now your legs twitch in time, as if he was a damn puppet master. He softly mumbled to himself “Such a stubborn fucking pussy…”

Jungkook’s eyes made contact with your face for the first time since his mouth became a straight up menace to your cunt. He could see how your face had twisted so hard in pleasure, your lips parted open. You were almost there, just a little more and he’ll have exactly what he wanted. Your cum spraying his face.

Leaning down, Jungkook reattached his mouth to your clit and suckled hard on the nub, his tongue accompanying by rolling around the flesh in tight circles. Though he was back where he felt he always belonged he made sure to never take his eyes off your face, needing to see you fall apart.

Your eyes shoot open wide but not really seeing your surroundings at the sudden feeling of his mouth back on you and the hand on his forearm had your manicure digging into the skin, it was too much and the beginnings of an orgasm started hitting your body without your permission.

Your walls clung even tighter to his fingers making the move almost impossible, but now with the added wetness of the cum that was spraying forth from your pussy and into his waiting mouth made the glide smooth and easy.

Your voice was stuck in your throat in a silent scream. Your teeth and jaw clenching down just as hard as your cunt does to his fingers. Screw your earlier statement, you’ve never cum this hard before. You could feel it in your bones, even your muscles were humming.

His chin—a mess, but nothing was compared to his shirt. How fucked up would it be for him to mount his shirt on the wall. You soaked his collar and the front of the fabric. It was sticking to his chest in the best of ways. He eased his hand from your cunt, and watched as your walls gapped slightly from the rough fucking his fingers gave. What would it look like after his cock he wondered.

Part of you should have been in disbelief over the fact that Jeon Jungkook just made you squirt, but it just made sense. You weakly put your foot on his shoulder and applied pressure signaling for the man to back up. You were seriously going to start cramping soon if he didn’t let you down.

Jungkook shuffled back on his knees, but he refused to completely separate from you. He just opened his legs wider and let you settle between his thighs.

Though your legs were still folded awkwardly above you, still trapped in your lululemon’s you did sigh happily in relief. Your back fully resting on the mat though your bunched up sweater did make it slightly annoying. You still felt that you were able to breathe properly now. You laugh a bit to yourself at the thought of how this man had you bent up like a damn pretzel.

Jungkook heard you giggling suddenly but he let you be, after cumming as hard as you did he felt it was only natural for a few wires to be crossed. Instead he busied himself with cleaning his face. Using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face dry. While wiping his face down he heard the giggles diminishing and your body shifting, looking down Jungkook watched as your eyes ranked over his now exposed torso even going as far as sitting up on your forearms to do so.

“Enjoying the view 누나?”

You roll your eyes but don't exactly deny his claim, you do however twist your legs to the side, resting them on his thigh so you can get a better look.

Now with the roles being reversed Jungkook grins as the clear look of hunger in your eyes. Taking his shirt he just pulls the fabric over his head and tosses it away, it landing somewhere away from them. With his hands now free he rubs your thighs softly digging his fingers into your flesh. “Better?”

God he was getting cocky but it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. All that muscle stacked on that itty bitty waist. But speaking off cocky, he gave you two orgasms, hell the man even made you squirt, yet he hasn’t asked for a thing in return. “We can keep going…”

You watch as he curls forward, his lips lightly kissing your thighs before he sits back up his head shaking slightly. “I don’t have a condom with me…”

You bite your lower lip to suppress a moan, his lips on your skin stroking the flames that still lay simmering under the surface. His words did make sense, being safe was super important, but the man was worth the risk. “I’m clean…if that’s what this is about.”

Jungkook chuckled and leaned towards you more. Your legs now tucked even further to the side as he presses his throbbing cock firmly into your naked core. His sweatpants stimulating your clit even further than it already was. “As am I…”

You exhale slowly at the feeling. Your eyes jump down to his swollen lips, and with everything that has happened up until this point you quickly realize you haven’t even shared your first kiss yet. “T-then why not?”

Jungkook rests his forehead against yours and nuzzles his nose into your own, his lips brushing yours as he whispers his next few words to you. His eyelids cast low while he holds your gaze.

“You want me that badly 누나?”

It was like you two were in your own little bubble, the air around you two getting thicker with tension. You lift your hips pressing back into his cloth covered cock, “Don’t you want to Kookie…?”

Jungkook closes his eyes with a sigh and grinds his cock against your wet pussy, your juices slowly sinking into the fabric of his pants—no doubtedly leaving a wet spot. “More than anything baby.”

His cock was nestled so perfectly between your folds, you could feel exactly how girthy he was and you needed more. “Then just pull out.”

Your words had his hips stuttering, you made it sound so simple. Just pull out? Jungkook has imagined this moment in so many ways that even if he were to take all 8 of BTS’s billion views and combine them, it wouldn’t even come close. But the true issue here was that during every single one of those times, Jungkook never imagined himself pulling out. Not even once.

“No.”

“No?” You lean back slightly, your head tilted. You watch the man shake his head and glance down where you two are pressed together, watching the way your hips move in tandem.

“The moment you let me in there 누나 I’m not leaving…”

You gasp as he picks up the pace, it’s as if he is imagining that he IS buried inside you. His own words egged himself on. “So unless you want my cum deep inside this juicy pussy…the answer is no. Understand?”

One of your hands quickly finds its way into his hair and you pull the surprised man in for a kiss. Your plump lips meet him in a rough smash as you both breath through your nose, your taste heavy on his tongue. The kiss is full of pent up frustration from the both of you, Jungkook more so than you. The man was practically devouring you and you were more than happy to let him. Teeth met your lower lip in a teasing bite before he brakes away, both of you panting hard.

“당신 때문에 미치겠어요!” He nearly shouts in your face as he thrust his cloth covered cock up into your core. His hips surge forward as Jungkook attempts another kiss but your words have him freezing.

“Then do it…”

“…”

Jungkook’s body was strung up so tight you could see it in his shoulder, his abs, even his thighs. But you meant what you said, you’d be a liar if you said you never once thought about what it would be like for someone to cum inside you. You’ve watched porn before, a lot of it, which you could blame an old boyfriend for. Even your ex noticed how interested you had been in witnessing those moments the male seemed to have erupted inside the woman. Your ex even tried to explore that option with you, but you refused immediately having been put off by it. But that was then…and this was now.

You kiss along his jaw, your fingers twisting further into his hair at the nape of his neck, anything to coax the man into moving again. It was like he checked out on you.

Jungkook did in fact check out. Here he is trying to be a decent guy, asking to wait for a condom, but no. You don’t want him to be good, you want him raw. Not only raw but you’re gonna let him cum inside—it was like the last sane part of his brain shut down.

You aren’t sure what happened but you could feel Jungkook’s body relax as if he was letting go of something. But you continued to cover his face in kisses. At least you tried to. You were suddenly fully back on the mat from the man roughly yanking your leggings and panties off your legs. You watched as he violently balls the material up and throws it off to the side just as he did his shirt.

“Jungk—“

“닥쳐.”

Your mouth clamps shut. He reaches for you again and starts to pull your sweater up, you quickly throw your arms up to assist him, your sweater meeting the same fate.

You feel his hands next on your sports bra, the thick material compressing your chest in such a way you can honestly say you might want it off more than he does. You sit up and guide his hands to the back clasp, and he has it popping open in no time. So fast actually you can’t help but tilt your head at him, your brow arches as if to say ‘really’.

Jungkook tried to hide his smile by biting the corner of his mouth but he was clearly unsuccessful. Especially when your sports bra was suddenly thrown at his face.

He chuckles and drops the ‘weapon’ over to what he assumes is where a pile of your clothes had formed. But he does frown when he sees you were attempting to cover yourself from him.

One of your arms cradled your chest, while the other attempted to hide your stomach. You were a little self conscious now that you were completely bare before him.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he grabs the arm over your stomach and pulls it away as he leans down. Making sure to keep eye contact with you, the man places kisses alternating between soft and firm upon the swelling flesh of your midriff. When he reaches the pudgy flesh around your belly button you watch as he flashes you his teeth before he bites down, not hard enough to break the skin but enough for you to get his silent point.

You hisses at the bite he gives you but it does its job in calming your overthinking mind down. Not once had Jungkook made a remark about your body, in fact the man had physically reprimanded you earlier for your own self deprecating words. The arm that was hiding your chest eased to your side and you almost snorted at how quickly Jungkook’s eyes had abandoned your own to look.

The swell of your breast was even more intense from this angle, the way your plump mounds fell away and bounced now they were no longer confined had the blood rushing so quickly to Jungkook’s cock that it made him lightheaded. He continues upward, his kisses now accompanied with soft marks from his teeth. Though you didn’t bruise that easily it just meant he had to suck a little harder with each kiss to leave behind a mark. He wanted you both to remember this night.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, each mark he left on skin had you panting more and more. Your nipples pebbling up into hard nubs from your arousal. Jungkook was literally worshipping your body and he was making your heart flutter harder than a monarch butterfly's wings did during their fall migration.

Jungkook looked between one breast to the other and decided to go for the left one, he nips the underside lightly as a warning then latches on to your nipple sucking the nub into a hard pull before letting it go. Your breast bounced from the motion and he pokes out his tongue, swiping little kitten licks over the hard nub. You arch away from the mat pressing your breast further into his mouth and Jungkook feels your hand working its way back into his hair, brushing his bangs away from his face before gripping down at his nape.

The little twist of your fingers in his locks has Jungkook groaning into your flesh and his hips grinding into your core. It's a sharp reminder of how he needs to get rid of those stupid sweatpants. Using your free hand and your foot, you start pushing the waistband down, one of his own hands jumping in to assist.

His pants and briefs slide down his hips and you can literally feel it when his cock is finally free. It drops and smacks against your mound with a soft slap. You abandon his sweatpants leaving the rest for him to worry about and eagerly wrap your hand around his cock. His girth is so wide that only the tips of your stiletto nails touch.

Jungkook switches to the right breast, his mouth attaching to your nipple in a rushed fever. Your hand around his cock had him throbbing and it took everything in him not to fuck into your hand like he wanted to, but he did at least want to witness what you looked like around him. Jungkook leaves your nipple with a teasing bite from his teeth before pulling back, settling down between your parted thigh on his knees.

When Jungkook moves away from you and you take this opportunity to have a look. Your mouth dropped open when you finally see it. He is massive, but so fucking pretty. The bulbous tip was a soft pink and it shines from precum that was oozing in a slow stream. A glob of it dropping off and to the floor. The hand you have wrapped around him gives a firm squeeze and you are delighted when you hear him grunt.

Your hand starts to pump his cock but Jungkook’s hand on your wrist ceases your moments. Bringing it up to his lips he kisses your knuckles with a chuckle. “A handjob is nice an all but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

You laugh and pull your hand from his, resting back on your forearms. “Then please carry on…” teasingly you make a show of opening your legs wider and tilt your hips towards Jungkook like an invitation.

You were seriously driving him crazy, it was like you wanted him to bust his load before he even made it inside of you. Gripping the base of his cock Jungkook shuffles forward on his knees until your thick thighs are resting comfortably on top of his.

You bite your bottom lip in anticipation. With how your day had started you never would have known this is where you’d end up, two orgasm in with the promise of another one by your good friend and gym buddy Jungkook.

Lifting his cock Jungkook brings it to your glistening folds and runs the tip of it between them gathering up your juices. Using it like a lubricant he slowly glides the head up to your clit and circles it before moving down and then back up repeating the same motion, over and over. Gather more and more of your juices as they continue to flow from your cunt.

Sighs of pleasure leave your lips, his cock rubbing against your clit had your hips responding in kind. From this angle your view was limited but being able to watch the way Jungkook’s brow knit together in concentration, his entire focus on what was happening between your legs.

He was torturing himself. But your comfort was the most important thing. He only used two fingers and it was snug, Jungkook was well aware of how gifted he was, his size well above average, the fit will be tight. But the wetter you were the easier it would be for you.

His cock fucking between your folds felt incredible, but the pleasure wasn’t enough, each teasing pass he made has your hips jump up to meet his own hoping to stimulate your clit more, but failing miserably. Whining you drop your head back over your shoulders in frustration, “Put it in already!”

A bark of laughter comes from his lips, your frustration amusing him. Moving the head of his cock down he nudges the tip against your entrance “Like this?”

You bring your head back up and narrow your eyes at the man, amazed at how he could even be annoying in a situation like this. But if he wanted to play games then fine, two can play it that way. Raising your leg you place your foot firmly on his chest and add a bit of pressure—as if you planned to push him away. “If you’re going to be like this Jungkook then get the fuck off me.”

He knew you weren’t serious, he could clearly see the want in your gaze. But he also wasn’t willing to call your bluff. Not when he could literally feel your walls twitching against the tip of his cock. Grabbing your ankle, he brings it up by his face, leans forward and lightly presses a kiss to your calf as a form of apology. “미안해요 여보”

Him calling you honey made you want to kick your feet, but you kept it together for the sake of your pride. “If you’re sorry then show me.”

He rolls his eyes at your attitude but leaves it be, dropping your leg back down, Jungkook focuses back on what’s right in front of him. Your juicy pussy weeping for his cock.

Pulling his cock away he tips his head down, sucking on his tongue he pools the saliva in his mouth and opens it, letting a glob of spit drop right onto your fluttering entrance. Returning his cock, he uses the tip of it to smear his spit between your folds. Making sure you’re truly nice and wet for him.

With all his focus on your cunt Jungkook missed the heated look you gave him. Watching him spit into your pussy like that made the fire simmering beneath your flesh crackle and pop. His hair was blocking out his beautiful face but you had still been able to see his jaw working to collect the spit. You need his cock your pussy this instance or you might actually combust.

It was as if Jungkook could read your mind because suddenly you can feel his cock pushing in, his bulbous tip splitting you open. Your head drops back over your shoulders as eyes roll behind your closing lids in pleasure.

Out of his peripheral Jungkook can see your head falling back but he can’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Your pussy opening up to his cock, your tight walls parting and stretching wide with every centimeter he gives you. He places his hands down on the floor by your waist when he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush against your own, does he finally allow his eyes to close. He’s so deep he can feel your heartbeat, if his own wasn't also raging against his chest it would have been concerning.

You hiss at the stretch, it’s been a while since you’ve last been with anyone, almost, if not more than a year. And Jungkook wasn’t exactly small either. But fuck did it feel good. You didn’t think it was possible to almost cum from just him entering you, but the way your walls quiver around his cock are proving you wrong.

You fluttering around his cock was breaking his restraint into pieces. You felt too good around him, he has imagined it so many times, but nothing prepared him for this. Your pussy was so tight, warm, hot really, a burn he would gladly take. He just wanted to get lost in this feeling, in you, but that can come later, right now he needed to take his time, ease you into it. Inhaling deeply through his nose Jungkook slowly eases out of your cunt a few centimeters, then rolls his hips forward, right back in, building up a slow rhythm.

The way Jungkook was fucking his cock into you had you wanting to praise him but also scream at him. He was being so careful, so gentle with you. He must have heard your hiss of pain earlier when he entered, the man aware of you even without having to look at your face. Yeah super sweet of him, definitely living up to those ‘Baby Star Candy’ allegations. But that wasn’t what you wanted, for fucks sake the reason he was currently balls deep was because he put you in a choke hold. Slow and steady is not winning the damn race. Balancing your weight on one forearm you reach up with your now free hand and fist the bangs hanging in his face, pulling his head slightly to the side until you’re able to see his wide shocked brown orbs staring right back at you, his hips stilling.

“Hey.”

“Y-yeah?”

“This is a piss poor apology JK.” You let go of his hair, leaning back on your forearms once more. Giving off an air of boredom.

“뭐!?”

“What happened to the man that said he was going to ruin me? I’d like to meet him again, he was on to something.” You tell him with a sigh, looking off to the side. You were obviously teasing him, wanting him to drop the good boy act he was clinging to.

Jungkook’s upper lip pulls back in a sneer. He places his hands firmly on your hips, digging his fingers into your flesh to hold them to the floor as he snaps his hips forward so hard the smack echoes throughout the gym.

“쉽게 해드리려고 노력했습니다…”

Your elbows buckled as your body rocked with pleasure. His thrust almost put your back on the floor. But maybe if you pushed him a little more he might actually put you through the floor instead. “I didn’t as—“

He pulls out and quickly slams back in, cutting off whatever retort you were about to say. If you were okay enough to be a brat then he didn’t have to hold back anymore. Spreading his thighs wider, Jungkook begins drilling into your wet cunt ruthlessly, his cock penetrating repeatedly at a vicious pace.

Your words were caught in your throat and there they stayed, each brutal thrust of his hips had your arms slowly sliding from beneath your body, until you were once again flat on the floor mats. Even with his bruising grip on your waist you can feel your body shifting upward, Jungkook was literally fucking you across the floor.

Everything about you was mesmerizing, the way your body jiggled with every thrust he made had him wanting the image to forever stay burned into his retinas. Every time he closed his eyes or even blinked he wished he it was always this exact moment, your cunt being fucked open by his cock. Claiming you from the inside like his hickeys did on the outside. The red and purple marks decorating your body like his own personal galaxy. There is no fucking way he is letting you walk away after this.

Each of his thrust felt like a punch that was directly aimed at your g-spot. And he never missed, every time he hit it, a high pitched moan fell from your lips picking up in volume more and more. Almost to the point of screaming.

His cock swelled up even more from your screams, the noise you were making had him ready to bust and fill you to the brim. He could feel his balls tighten up just from the thought, but he refused to go before he at least got two more from you. Got to make it to 7 somehow.

Leaning down Jungkook, rest one of his forearms by your head, his other hand coming up and cupping the back of your head, tilting your face towards his own as he crashes his lips towards your in a passionate kiss.

His lips connecting to yours sends your mind to another plain. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you cling onto Jungkook like a lifeline. You were barely keeping it together before, but now it was like your brain was turning to mush. You desperately tried to keep up with his kiss but you were getting lost, every smack of your lips together was just him silencing your pitched screams. You squeeze your eyes closed tighter as you feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the edge.

Your walls clench down on Jungkook’s cock so hard you both could audibly hear the squelch of every pass he makes. Ripping his lips from yours he trails sloppy wet kisses down the slope of your face and to your neck, his teeth meeting your flesh once again in a teasing bite before he speaks,

“Going to cum for me again 누나?”

Your head lulls as your cunt flutters around his cock, your orgasm building up. If you were in your right mind you’d probably be annoyed at the way your body was obeying him so easily. You’ve already given him two, and yet here you are on your way right into another one.

Jungkook groans as he feels your walls squeeze around him, attempting to milk his cock for his cum, but he refuses to pull over that edge with you. Pulling his upper body away, he places his hands on the back of your thighs and pushes your knees back up to your chest, once again folding your body in half. He knows you were probably tired of him manhandling you like this but the sight of his thick cock covered in your creamy essence was well worth it. Each drag of his cock inside you caused more juices to gush, a soppy ring forming around him.

You can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure rocking through your body. When you felt him moving away you had thought he was at least going to give you a break, but you were wrong. Instead his hands hold your legs open as he continues to brutalize your cunt with his cock. The very cunt that’s gripping his cock desperately as if it gets ready to release again.

“Another one….내게 하나 더….” He pants above you, his eyes never losing sight of the way your cunt clenched around his cock with every exit. The deep pink of your cunt looking so beautiful wrapped around him.

You barely could process his words, but when you finally did you cry out to him. “ㄴ..너무 많아요~! Your hands blindly reached out, one grabbing his forearm and the other up above your head. Your knuckles grazed against the ropes of the ring and you gripped the thing like a lifeline.

Jungkook’s balls grew tight with your plea as did your cunt. He slides his hands from the back of your thighs to the top of them and begins pulling her body back hard against his own. The slap of skin on skin echoed loudly around the private gym. “Yes you can baby, give me another.”

“Ah..ahhh!” You were so close, Jungkook could feel it, but he could tell you just needed a little push. Sliding one hand between your legs he rubbed his thumb in quick hard circles around your clit. And he didn’t stop. Even when your body grew still and your cunt began to spray both of you.

You were cumming again, Jungkook made you cum again and he was following right behind you, finally busting his load. Your cunt clenched his cock so hard you heard the man let out of the deepest groan of your name you’ve ever heard him produced.

“다 가져가, 자기야...” Though his thrust wasn't as brutal, the man still continued to deeply stroke his twitching cock in and out of your cunt. The motion makes you whimper softly from the overstimulation, but the man just pressed his cock deeper into you. Making sure his cum shot to the deepest parts of your cunt. He really meant what he said about not pulling out.

You bite your lip and drop your head back with a whine and to your surprise it falls over the edge of the ring. “H-holy shit..”

The man above you chuckles deeply as he drops his body heavily on top of your own. His head resting on your heaving chest. Jungkook, presses lazy slow kisses against your sweaty skin before delivering a soft bite to the underside of your breast making you jump.

“Stop biting me…”

Jungkook chuckles and nips the other side, but does finally still his hips. The hand that had gripped the rope earlier reaches down and slaps the sweaty skin of his shoulder. “준국아!”

He giggles as wraps his arms tightly around your waist and snuggled his face further into your breasts. Using his new hold on you, he drags both your bodies away from the edge of the ring, so that you are both more comfortable. Yet he still refuses to pull out of you, his hard cock still plugged into your cunt.

“How are you still hard?”

“Stamina and I only came once…”

You hum in understanding and wrap your arms around Jungkook, the air conditioning now cooling your skin making you shiver so you snuggle closer to the man currently smothering his body with your own. Not that you mind. “Well I’m tapping out…I’m done for the night.”

He snorts but the man understands. He did get a bit carried away there. Speaking of….”괜찮아요, 챔피?”

Your eyes open with a frown. Lifting your head you looked down at the man trying to use your plump breasts as a pillow. “Did you just call me champ?”

Lifting his own head Jungkook provided you with one of his cheeky smiles as he looked over the chest, though his eyes only focused on your face briefly before getting distracted by your nipples. His boba eyes bouncing back and forth between them as if he suddenly was encountered with a life altering decision.

You would have thought it was cute if you didn’t feel his cock twitch violently inside your cunt. “You can’t be serious…”

The man’s only answer was to latch onto your right nipple and lavish your nub with his tongue. You tried to suppress a moan, but Jungkook also rolled his hips against you, grinding his hard cock inside you.

Though you swore earlier that you were exhausted that familiar burn of arousal still settles into the pit of your lower belly once again. Your juices leaking around Jungkook’s hard cock desperate for another round. He pulls off your nipple with an audible pop and switches over to the next one. His hips continue their slow grind, literally stirring up your guts.

Your hands make their way to the back of his head and you grip his hair tightly and pull. Your silent demand is enough for Jungkook to take the hint and move from your nipples and to your lips. The kiss is nothing like it was earlier, though the passion is the same it’s not as rushed. Your lips slant together in a slow deep kiss, the tip of his tongue brushing between his lips softly to meet your own.

Though the kiss was slow and measured it had ignited another fire between you both. So the moment your lips broke from his, the man placed his arms around your head—encasing you, and pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out and slamming roughly back inside.

He was bottoming out inside your cunt so hard it had both of you grunting from the force. You would think he would go easy on your poor pussy, but the man was only doubling his efforts. “Why should I go easy? I know you can take it champ…”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed let alone spoken out loud. Opening them you gasped as you saw his brown hooded eyes staring directly into yours. His nose brushes against yours as does his lips when he speaks next. “Let me cum deep inside this pussy again then I’ll let you rest…”

His pace picked up, clearly showing he was close, but he could tell that you were to, from the way your cunt was clenching his cock in that all telling way. “Yes…cum with me baby. Milk my cock with your pussy again…”

Your arms wrap further around Jungkook’s shoulders, pulling the man closer to your body. His head disappears into the crook of your neck as broken moans of his name babble out of your mouth. It isn’t long after that you feel the band finally snap and your cunt flutters around his cock as you cum.

“That it…fuck baby that it!” He thrust a few more times before exploding for the final time inside of you. His heavy cock twitching as spurt after spurt creams your cum soaked walls once more. So much cum inside your cunt now that even he begins to feel some of it squeezing out from around his cock and down your ass.

Your body twitches as it finally falls limp, your legs dropping open from around his waist and your arms collapsing to the floor mat. You are officially exhausted now, you literally have nothing left.

Jungkook raises his head when finally recovers from his own high. His eyes take in your exhausted appearance and come to two conclusions.

First you still owed him two more.

And secondly. “Does this mean you’ll stay with me?”

Your hands come up to cover your face as you groan. “Oh my god!”

—-End—-

Glossary:

그거 하나입니다: That’s one.

여섯 개가 더 남았습니다: 6 more left.

웃고 있나요? 왜요?: Are you laughing? Why?

정국아: Jungkook-ah

누나: Older sister(male calls older woman)

전 하나만 필요해요: I only need one.

이게 더 낫나요?: Is this better?

오랫동안 기다렸어요. 당신을 망칠 거예요: I’ve been waiting a long time. I’m going to ruin you.

정말 섹시했습니다 누나: It was really sexy

내게 보여줄 수 있나요?: Can you show me?

찾았어요: I found it.

당신 때문에 미치겠어요: You drive me crazy

닥쳐: Shut up

미안해요 여보: I’m sorry honey

뭐!?: What?!

쉽게 해드리려고 노력했습니다: I tried to make it easier for you.

내게 하나 더: One more for me

너무 많아요: It’s too much.

다 가져가, 자기야.: Take it all baby.

괜찮아요, 챔피?: You okay champ?

[tulassecondblog]

black reader discourse…

I am quite frankly, very tired of seeing posts complaining about ‘hood’ Y/Ns and all of you coming out of the woodwork to proclaim that you don’t act this way and it’s disgusting to act this way and you hate fics where the reader wears wigs or acrylics or says the N-word and how all of these are just an inaccurate representation of our community. this is just very coon like behavior and is giving pick me.

yall know very well that fics including black women didn’t even exist until very recently. i’m grateful for every fic written whether it’s bad or good. either way they are contributing to the growth of a very niche community and helping establishing our presence here on this app. i’ve been on this app for like 12 years and I remember in the very early days when fics first started including black mc’s. no matter how the black mc was represented there would still be people in the mentions/comments like ‘eww gross you n***** why did you write this?’ or ‘this fic is so good but why is she black?’. we were quite literally fighting for our right to exist on this app.

hood culture is, like it or not, a big part of the black community and it’s not all negative. it’s a cultural movement that spawned from us being barred from white spaces and seen as the ‘inferior’ race no matter how we presented ourselves. hood girls deserve to see themselves in fiction just like everyone else. they deserve love without the implication that they need to imitate others/change themselves to seem more ‘civilized’. they aren’t bad people just because you don’t share the same style, vocab, interests and hobbies as they do.

whenever you bring this up you are giving non black people a free pass to insert themselves and say ‘yes omg so ghetto’. there are enough people against us. i would never help facilitate a conversation which further criticizes our community. especially when it’s related to very real people whose experiences you are trying to devalue.

[purplemoon7]

Slow Mornings

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kim Namjoon is hopelessly in love with his wife, and mornings like this—warm, slow, and full of stolen kisses—are proof he never plans to stop showing it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Namjoon x black!reader (married AU)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.1k

Warnings! FLUFF! nothing but pure fluff here, established relationship, husband!Namjoon, suggestive touching, mentions of nudity, sensual language, married domestic bliss

There is a warm, heavy weight on your thigh that can only mean one thing—Namjoon has thrown a leg over you in his sleep again.

It’s a familiar feeling by now, his long limbs sprawled across yours like he’s subconsciously trying to keep you from slipping away. His body is warm, and solid, the faint rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back as he breathes in deep, still lost in sleep.

The room is quiet, save for the occasional snore that leaves his lips and the distant hum of the world waking up outside. Sunlight filters through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the sheets, across his skin. It’s a beautiful sight, almost breathtakingly so.

Your eyes flutter open, vision still soft around the edges, and you let yourself just… exist in it for a moment. Let yourself feel the way his presence settles over you like a second blanket—heavy, grounding, familiar. Safe.

His hand is somewhere near your ribs, palm spread, fingers twitching lightly like he’s chasing something in a dream. You breathe in the scent of him—faint cologne clinging to his skin, something warm and musky and distinctly him—and smile sleepily into the pillow.

You try to shift just enough to stretch your legs, but his arm tightens immediately, anchoring you back down like he knows.

He stirs, frowning as he rolls over and reaches for you, searching for the comforting pressure of your body against his. A sleepy hum rumbles from his throat, low and husky, as he nuzzles closer. His hand slides over your hip and around your waist, pulling you close until your entire length is pressed to his, and there’s something so easy, so natural about the way you fit together.

He makes a soft sound of approval, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before his lips find their way to your jaw.

“Hmm,” you hum, rolling your head to the side to give him better access, letting him nuzzle and kiss his way down your neck, over your pulse point and lower, until his lips are grazing your shoulder.

“Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. His lips brush against your skin, the lightest, laziest touch.

You smile, eyes still half-shut. “Mm. Barely.”

Namjoon lets out a breathy laugh and presses another kiss to your shoulder. “You’re warm,” he says, voice muffled. “I wanna stay like this forever.” His voice is so deep, he's practically purring in your ear, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Me too,” you whisper, hand reaching behind to run over his thigh. “You’re like a sexy, clingy heater.”

“Sexy, clingy heater,” he repeats with a chuckle, voice rough. “Can I put that in my bio?”

You laugh quietly, body relaxing fully into his. “Only if you put ‘sleep cuddler of the year’ under your accolades.”

He grins against your skin, and then he’s moving—slow and lazy, but intentional. His hand slips lower, palm splayed flat against your stomach. He kisses your neck again, slower this time, lips parting just enough to let his breath trail over your skin before his tongue brushes lightly against the dip of your collarbone.

Your breath catches, feeling it poke you through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Joon…”

“Mm?” he answers, innocent, though his hand is already trailing lower.

“You were snoring two minutes ago.”

“You're warm,” he says again, like that explains everything. “And always soft in the morning. So soft. Can’t help it.”

You roll to face him, shifting until your thigh slots between his, ignoring the small groan that escapes him. His buzzcut is the first thing you see—dark, neat, and low against the light—and you reach up, fingers gliding gently over it. He closes his eyes at the touch, visibly melting into it.

“Still obsessed with it?” he asks quietly.

You nod. “Can’t stop touching it. Your head feels like a peach.”

He opens his eyes with a smirk. “I thought it was a kiwi last week.”

You grin. “That too. Depends on the day.”

Namjoon leans in and kisses you—soft, then deeper. His lips taste like morning and sleep, a little dry but familiar, like a song you never forget the words to. He kisses you slow, and you melt in the intimacy of being this close. This loved by him.

Your fingers dig into his skin, nails scratching him a little. His thumb strokes beneath the curve of your breast and you shiver, just a little, heart thudding under your ribs. You sigh into his mouth, and he swallows the sound like it’s the only thing he wants to live on today.

He kisses down again, over your chest, then lower, murmuring against your skin, “How is it possible you get softer every day?”

“You say that like I’m dough,” you whisper, laughing breathlessly.

He glances up. “You’re better than dough. You’re… you’re like a warm croissant. Flaky and golden and buttery—”

“Okay, stop,” you giggle, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to make me laugh while you’re feeling me up.”

Namjoon bites back a grin, dimples flashing as he brushes a kiss between your breasts. “Fine. No more breakfast metaphors.”

The heat between you simmers, rising like slow waves. There’s no rush. Just soft touches and deeper kisses and a sense of being wrapped in something sacred.

It’s moments like this that remind you how much you love mornings with him. The way he clings to you, half-asleep and needy like he doesn’t know how to exist without touching you. The way his fingers trace lazy patterns against your skin, his body relaxed, vulnerable, safe.

He pulls back just enough to whisper “You feel so good,” against your skin, voice low, raspy.

You hum in response, letting your hand slide over his, fingers intertwining. “So do you.”

Namjoon sighs again, content, pressing his face into the crook of your neck to press a soft kiss. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“We don’t have to,” you tell him, looking down at him through your lashes. He looks good like this, slow and sleepy, like he belongs in this bed, in this moment, with you.

A lazy grin tugs at his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

A warmth that has nothing to do with body heat spreads through your chest.

This side of Namjoon—the sleepy, affectionate, utterly unguarded side—is something you never get tired of. When he’s awake and alert, he’s sharp, quick-witted, always thinking. But here, wrapped around you, he’s soft. Mellow. Like warm honey dripping off the edge of a spoon.

Then, without warning, he flips you onto your back with zero effort, his arm slipping under your waist as he settles half on top of you. You smile up at him as your body immediately molds to his, the way it always does. His weight is solid, grounding. Familiar.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough and deep.

“Hi.”

He lifts a hand, his wedding band catching the light—just for a second—fingers brushing against your cheek, brushing against your braids. His thumb strokes just below your eye, tracing the softness of your skin. There’s something so intimate about the way he looks at you—like you’re something rare, something to be studied and memorized.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask, voice quieter now.

Namjoon exhales a little laugh. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” His hand slides down to your jaw, tilting your face up slightly. “And because I can.”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he kisses you again, slow and lingering—like he has all the time in the world to savor you. And maybe he does. The kiss is lazy, deepening only when you sigh against his mouth, your fingers curling into the sheets.

His hand slides down, tracing the curve of your waist before settling on your hip. His grip is firm but not demanding, his thumb stroking absent-minded circles into your skin. He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Can we stay like this all day?”

“As tempting as that sounds, you have things to do,” you remind him, even though you don’t really want to be the voice of reason.

Namjoon groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “Don’t care.” His lips graze your collarbone, slow and lazy. “Cancel my schedule. We can just stay in bed all day and cuddle.” His lips move over your shoulder and back up to your jaw. “We can make out all day if you want.”

“I'd like that,” you admit, laughing. His kisses leave a tingling sensation against your skin, and you don’t even hesitate when he pulls you closer.

He makes another sound, humming deep in his throat as his lips find their way back to yours. He’s the first one to break the kiss this time, and he pulls back with a soft whine that makes you chuckle against his mouth.

“You're gonna be late.” you tease him, voice breathy. You press your lips to the edge of his jaw, nibbling gently on the skin, loving the way his eyes fall shut at the sensation, brows furrowing slightly.

“Fuck that,” Namjoon says. His hands slide down your thighs, lifting your legs over his hips. His fingers are warm as they knead the skin of your thighs, making you shiver against him.

You're the one to finally pull away, though it takes everything in you to do it. You press one last kiss to his lips, then his cheek, then that warm patch just beneath his jaw that always makes him hum.

“I should go start breakfast,” you whisper, dragging the sheets down as you sit up, legs stretching out into the early sunlight.

The cool air hits your bare skin, goosebumps rising instantly. You feel Namjoon’s gaze on you before you even glance back—and sure enough, when you do, he’s already propped on one elbow, eyes tracing every curve like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“I was gonna make you breakfast,” he says, voice still gravelly from sleep.

You snort. “Baby, no you weren’t.”

“Yes I was.”

“No you weren’t,” you say again, laughing now as you stand and reach for your robe at the foot of the bed. “You can’t cook, Joon.”

“Technically, I can cook,” he says, watching you move across the room like he’s in a trance. “I just don’t… thrive.”

“You set off the smoke alarm making toast.”

“It was complex toast!” he argues, flopping back on the bed with a groan. “There were layers.”

You give him a look as you slip into the robe, tying it loosely at your waist. “There were burnt crumbs all over the kitchen.”

He grins, big and unbothered, arms behind his head like he’s proud of himself. “Still ate it.”

“Yeah, and I had to pretend I liked it.”

Namjoon watches you from under the tousled mess of sheets, all bare skin and warm morning light. “I don’t care what anyone says. I make amazing cereal.”

“Oh, wow. You’re so talented,” you tease, walking toward the bed to grab your phone off the nightstand. Just as you lean over, reaching for it, there’s a sharp smack against your bare ass—loud, unapologetic, echoing off the bedroom walls.

You yelp, startled, and whip around, phone still in hand. “Namjoon!”

He’s grinning already, no shame whatsoever, dimples deep and smug. “What?” he says, eyes hooded and voice thick with sleep. “Just admiring the view. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You rub the spot he slapped, half-laughing, half-scandalized. “You're lucky I love you.”

Namjoon props himself up on his elbows, completely unbothered, eyes trailing after you like you’re the last good thing left on earth. “God, look at you,” he murmurs, still sounding a little dazed. “How are you real?”

You roll your eyes, “You say that like I didn’t drool on your arm last night.”

“Doesn’t matter. Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He shifts onto his back, arms folded under his head like he’s admiring the ceiling but really, he’s watching your robe-clad figure. “You could roll outta bed with your bonnet half-off and toothpaste on your chin and I’d still be in love with you.”

You shake your head, cheeks warm. “You’re just horny.”

“I’m married and in love,” he corrects, that crooked smile pulling at his lips. “Horny is just a bonus.”

You shoot him a warning look as you pad toward the door. “Behave.”

“Never,” he calls after you.

You disappear down the hall to the kitchen, the soft shuffle of your slippers fading, but he doesn’t stop watching until you’re completely out of view. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow, that smile still tugging at his mouth, a little dazed, a little gone.

— Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

[7brownsuga7]

Crybaby | Yoongi

MDNI! Inspo: 1

Yoongi hated seeing you cry. He hated to see the wetness of your cheeks and the slight puffiness of your eyes, given any situation he’d make it his right to avoid it - like when he accidentally spoke to you in a different tone, or when he was being short with you one time. But he couldn’t help the feeling he got when he heard you cry out for him as you became eager and eager for more of his touch.

Especially when he had a full view of you lose it as you grind on top of him. Rubbing your clothed throbbing pussy against his cock. You were desperate for more, the wet patch on the fabric of your panties full proof. He could tell you were on the verge of tears as you eagerly rocked against him, trying to ease the tension between your legs. Eyes shut tightly as your pussy ached for something more.

You were so needy - so good for him.

It made him go feral every-time he noticed the first tear escape your eye, and then when the rest followed along with your whiny whimpers and soft cries did he tell himself this was probably one of his favourite sights.

His hands would run up your stomach, caressing your breasts - thumb circling over your hardened nipples as you trembled with pleasure. His cock was a twitching - leaky mess too - seeing you in that state was just enough to get his cock rock hard and ready to fuck you, and when he feels your clothed pussy against him does he go even more insane.

He’d give in to your plees, fucking you just the way you like. Eyes lighting up in awe as he watches you in all your glory as he pounds you from below, your hands caressing the bare skin of his torso, working up towards his neck, playing with the silver chain hanging loosely around it.

His lips would kiss your tear stained cheeks whispering praises in your ear, a small smirk hidden on his face. He hated it but he truly couldn’t resist it.

His fingers—ones he knew were your weakness— would trail feather-light across your skin, sending chills up your spine. He’d caress your neck, tilting your head just enough so he could see your pretty face better, admiring you as you took him so well. Because he wanted to see it all, every whimper, every cry, every tear that escaped your eyes.

The way he made you act. Like a baby.

His crybaby.

The nickname he never let you forget.

He’d coo some meaningless sentence like, “hey hey, shh… I got you” caressing your wet cheek knowing damn well he thrives off of seeing you in such a state like this. His cock hits every spot inside you, making you cry out more as overstimulation consumes you with each movement against your skin.

“Yoongi… i-i”, you stutter unable to form a proper sentence. And who can blame you when his cock is pounding deep inside your wet cunt, your body collapsed on top of him as you’re unable to support yourself due to his harsh movements. He supports you by wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he takes control.

His eyes never stray away from your face - mesmerised.

“Don’t cry, baby” he bites his lip as his thrusts continue, knocking you forward with each movement. If your eyes weren’t so blurred by your tears and the grip he has around your neck, you would be able to see the mischievous glint in his eye.

He catches your cries with a sloppy kiss. Giving you a sympathetic look as he says, “ah you’re close aren’t you baby?” As he can feel your pussy clench repeatedly. Your eyes shut tightly as you try your best to keep your composure. Even though you’re a mess already.

“Look at me”

He brings his hands towards yours, holding them as he eases you through your orgasm. He kisses your knuckles, eyes never leaving yours as he looks up at you.

When he feels you come undone around him, wetness coating his thighs - he caresses your body, shushing you as you shake and cry. His lips kissing your shoulder as you slowly unwind.

And when he’s finished with you - you near enough falling asleep, he will kiss along your skin. Praising you every way he can with words like, “You took me so well” and “I’m proud of you”. Words he knows has you weak. Running his slender fingers along your back caressing your skin, soothing you to sleep. Slowly working along towards your shoulders as he massages them until he hears the soft sound of your snores.

[berryhobii]

Baby Mama Drama(jjk x reader)

Pairing: BabyDaddy!Jeon Jungkook x BabyMama!Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K+

Warnings: reader and Jungkook coparent, they have a daughter who is mentioned but doesn’t appear in the story, reader and Jungkook technically aren’t together but they still love each other and fool around🥴, reader irritates the hell out of JK but he can’t stay mad at them, reader is definitely a little toxic, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), oral(m and f receiving), 69 position, the sloppiest of top, face riding, fingering, reverse cowgirl, reader rides like a pro, missionary, reader has a tattoo🤭, reader is also dragging that wagon, reader also also has that certified WAP, reader is flexible, squirting, unprotected s*x(don’t do this and then turn into this couple), creampie, dirty talk, one face slap, multiple ass slaps like seriously JK is obsessed with reader’s badonk a donk, a little degradation and a dash of dumbification

A/N: I’M BACK EVERYONE!🥳for anyone who didn’t read my last post, my tumblr was suspended for a little while so that’s why I wasn’t posting. Anyway, it’s over so I’m back to work. This is a piece inspired by @joonberriess and their Sleazy!JK storyline. Shoutout to them. I love everything about the way they write JK and reader so definitely check them out if you haven’t already! Their stories make me want a sleazy baby daddy who can’t leave me the hell alone but I know I’ll never be able to handle that in real life so fictional is good enough for me!🤣this fic is just kind of a reverse of theirs where I made reader a sleazy and jealous baby mama. I know this kind of behavior is a stereotype among the black community but I am in no way condoning it. It’s just fiction and meant to be entertaining. Anyway, please let me know what you guys think as I am always open to criticism and please look forward to my upcoming posts! Much love and thanks for reading 🤎🤎🤎

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“So, do you have any kids?”

Taking a sip of his drink, Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, one. A daughter. You?”

“Two. Their father is an absolute nightmare though. Thank goodness we have a court order. I can’t even be in the same room as him without wanting to pull all my hair out.” She bitterly laughed with a shake off her head, tossing the rest of her drink back. “What about you? Is your child’s mother a monster?”

Jungkook titled his head, a strained chuckle leaving him. “Um, well she’s…..something.”

The woman hummed. “I get it. A real bitch, huh? I hate women like that. Ones who can’t let their baby daddy’s go and are somehow always around. So annoying. Like don’t you have something better to do?”

“Yeah and I do it 4 times a week in my Queen sized bed.”

Jungkook stiffened at the sound of that familiar voice. There was only one person he knew that spoke that crassly to strangers.

The scent of your perfume and the smell of the mousse you used on your braids invaded his space and solidified that shit was about to go downhill.

The woman, who’s name he don’t think he ever caught, made a noise of surprise once you appeared before her. Your body stood right between her and Jungkook, forcing her to step back a little. Arms crossed over your chest and hip cocked out to the side, your eyes roamed up and down this woman’s body in a scrutinizing manner.

“And who are you?”

Leaning back a little, you plopped yourself right on Jungkook’s lap.

Looking her up and down once more, you answered simply with a big smile, “I’m unimpressed. Nice to meet you.”

Ignoring you for a moment, the woman looked around you to make eye contact with Jungkook who was shooting her a look that screamed, “please walk away!” She didn’t really understand what was going on. Who were you and why did you walk into their conversation on 10 like that? It was one thing to interrupt a conversation but to be that disrespectful to someone you didn’t even know? That didn’t go down well in her book.

Copying your previous stance, the woman replied, “Well I’m unimpressed with your attitude. Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?”

“No but she taught me to how to wrap a bitch’s hair around my wrist and keep swinging until my arm gets tired.” Your smile was sugary sweet but your words cut deep like knives. The woman was stunned. No one has ever spoken to her this way and it was a rude awakening. She didn’t even know how to respond.

Not wanting to see you demonstrate your mother’s teachings, Jungkook quickly stood to his feet. “Well, we should really be going. It was nice meeting you. Let’s go.” He grabbed your arms to start pushing you away from the woman.

“No it wasn’t!” You called out, both of you leaving the shocked woman by herself.

Once you two had made it outside, Jungkook’s frustration boiled over.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why is it everytime I meet someone, you show up and scare them off? We aren’t together anymore. Is it not getting through your head? Like what the hell-“

His rant was flying right over your head because all you could focus on was how unbelievably sexy he looked today. How dare he walk outside like that? And he was going to waste all of that on some random stranger in a bar? Yeah right. Not as long as you had a say about it.

Your greedy eyes trailed from the top of his head to those bulging veins in his neck and down to his soft cock that was pressing against his jeans. Whew, just imaging that monster had your panties sticking to you. It was so big and warm and when he was giving you back shots…..

“Are you listening to me?”

You blinked a few times, your eyes slowing raising until they met the searing glare of your baby daddy.

“Uh yeah. Something about airline prices. So what are you doing tonight?”

Jungkook couldn’t fucking believe you. God you pissed him off to no end but he always had a way of letting off some steam.

“Let’s go. Now.”

“Yes sir.” You purred with that mischievous glint in your eye. Jungkook’s own eye twitched at the implications behind your tone but he decided to ignore it in favor of turning around to begin walking to his car, you hot on his heels and a Cheshire like grin on your face because you were getting what you wanted.

The drive back to his place was quiet, as was the ride up the elevator and the living room as he moved to sit down. He didn’t even raise his eyes to look at you once since you got in the car. Although you could see right through his petty act.

Flopping down on the couch next to him, your head leaning against your hand, you said, “come on, baby. You’re not still mad at me, are you? I said I’m sorry.”

No answer.

Moving closer to him, your hand trailed over his chest and up to his face to turn his head to face you, lips just centimeters apart. This wouldn’t be the first time you were on the receiving end of his heated glare and it certainly wouldn’t be the last but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“What do I have to say for you to forgive me? I hate when you’re mad at me, baby.”

“Then stop doing shit that pisses me off and I won’t be.” He fired back, that low tone of his sending shocks down your spine.

“I’m sorry. Now let me make it up to you.” He could pick up on that sultry voice anywhere and those bedroom eyes you were currently shooting him was a dead giveaway as well.

He rolled his eyes. “You need to stop expecting dick everytime you come over here. It’s not gonna fix anything.”

Gasping dramatically, you moved back a little to hold a hand to your chest in faux offense. “You wound me, tater tot. I came here with pure intentions to apologize to you. Can a woman not apologize to her baby daddy without him thinking she has an ulterior motive?”

An unimpressed look crossed Jungkook’s face from your dramatics and from that stupid pet name you gave him all those years ago.

“Whatever.” He mumbled. “Fine. I accept your apology. Just don’t do it again.” A warning that fell on deaf ears because yeah, you’d definitely do it again if needed but for now, you’d bask in his forgiveness.

“Thank you, baby. You know I only want to make you happy.”

“You do,” he whispered, those doe eyes lifting to connect with yours.

Your lips met, your hands pushing Jungkook back against the arm of the couch to climb into his lap. He went willingly, melting into your touch and the feeling of your plump lips. His own hands traveled up your thighs to squeeze at the plushness of your ass, his grip forcing your covered cunt to rub against his growing erection.

His grunts mixed with your low hum of pleasure as you grinded against one another but Jungkook could only tolerate about a minute of that before he started getting impatient.

Groaning against your lips, he struggled out a, “fuck. Sit it on already.”

The sounds of your giggles made him pause, eyes cracking open and his eyebrow raising because what the hell was so funny?

“Oh nothing.” You said as if reading his mind. “I just remember a very certain someone saying not to expect dick everytime I come here yet that same person is telling me to sit on his dick. How the tables have turned.”

Rolling his eyes yet again, Jungkook suddenly heaved himself up, forcing you backwards. Your giggles increased, the contagion of your amusement finally breaking him and stretching a full blown smile across his face.

“You’re so goofy.”

“Then do something about it, Mickey.”

In a show of strength that turned your panties from a pool into a water park, Jungkook heaved you over his shoulder, hand coming down on the fat of your ass.

“I’ll do something about it alright.”

Once you made it to the bedroom, Jungkook tossed you down onto the bed and was about to climb on top of you but you were a little quicker. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him down until he was flat on his back with you straddling his waist—his hard cock pressed right against your clothed cunt, just waiting to be released.

Leaning down, you captured him in another kiss while he captured your ass in his grip.

“Damn I love this ass….” He murmured into your lip lock which made you giggle.

After deeming him throughly kissed, you sat up to take in his flushed face and reddened lips. Perfect.

“Forgive me yet?”

He hummed, fingers playing with the hem of your top. “Maybe after you take this off.”

Ever so compliant, you gripped both sides of your shirt and pulled it over your head to reveal your bare breasts to Jungkook. His eyes could have popped out of his head, the groan he let out a mixture of arousal and slight irritation.

“You’re not wearing a bra?”

Shrugging one shoulder, you simply answered, “I knew I was coming here. What’s the point? Do you want to know if I’m wearing underwear?” That cheeky smile answered the question for him and it only sunk him further into the already unhealthy infatuation he had with you.

Gripping your ass, he roughly grinded your cunt down on his erection. The friction made both of you gasp, the air starting to feel electric as desperation began eating at both of you.

It didn’t take long for both of you to undress each other. Jungkook helped you wiggle out of those tiny shorts you wore, letting out a curse as a little drip of sticky arousal snapped back against your inner thigh. Sitting up, he grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere in the room. Now you could feast your eyes on the hard planes of his body and trace your fingers those intricate tattoos that marked up his skin.

Leaning down once again, you trailed kisses from that sweet spot on his neck, down his chest and over his abs until you reached your destination. Your eyes never left his as you began your descent, hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans to pull them down and Jungkook helped kick them off. You licked your lips at the sight of Jungkook’s hard cock slapping against his abs once you freed it from the confines of his pants . He could see that hungry look in your eye, smirking as he took hold of his erection and began lightly pumping it; a motion that drove you fucking crazy was watching him stroke himself. It just did something to you.

“You want it, bug?” He teased to which you nodded frantically.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.” Opening your mouth, you held your tongue out to lick at it, Jungkook hissing at the contact. He slapped it against your wet muscle a few times before letting the tip slip in your mouth. You immediately wrapped your lips around it, suckling at it like a desperate whore. Which you were but only for him. No one else could make you act like this.

You replaced his hand with your own, licking and spitting all over his cock to lubricate it. Taking him down your throat, you began bobbing your head up and down, making sure to twist your wrist just the way he liked it.

Jungkook let out a series of low moans, curses, and the tiniest of whines everytime you went down. One hand gripped at the ponytail you put your braids up in and one hand behind his head, he let you take the lead. You knew just how he liked it, just the way to flick your wrist and tighten your throat to throw him over the edge in minutes.

Coming off him with a wet cough, you continued to stroke his cock, your spit soaking your own hand but that only helped the glide. Your hazy and hungry eyes stared right into his, your chin and mouth soaked in saliva. “I love this cock so fucking much.” You gasped before taking it back down your throat and bobbing your head.

Tossing his head back, Jungkook let out a strangled moan, forcing your head down. You let him, of course, relaxing your throat so he could fuck up into your mouth.

“Come sit on my face, baby. Right fucking now.” He demanded.

Pulling off him a little, you maneuvered your body until your pussy was right over his face—69 style. He gripped both of your ass cheeks in his palms, pulling you down until he could suck your neglected clit into his mouth.

You let out a sharp gasp around his cock, finally getting some type of relief. Sucking his cock made you a different type of horny and he could see that with the way your cunt was dripping.

His mouth and tongue started going crazy, ravenous as he alternated between sucking and licking, making sure to dip his tongue in your opening every once in a while. His hands continued to slap and grip at your ass, one wandering sometimes to pull your slippery lips apart so he could really get in there.

His hand trailed down from your ass to your tight opening, squeezing a finger into your spasming walls. He located that sweet spot with practiced ease, slipping in another finger in beside it and stretching your snug cunt open. The squelching of your walls was like music to his ears, adding to the salacious ‘gluck gluck’ noises your throat was making as you swallowed his cock.

Since you were horny on your way here, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start burning hot in your belly.

You pulled off his cock but continued to stroke him, your cheek resting against his thigh as high pitched moans left your lips.

Jungkook flattened his tongue, his grip on your ass guiding you to rut against his face. The fat of your ass almost suffocated him but Jungkook couldn’t imagine going out any other way. He hooked his fingers right into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and head hanging low as you used him for your pleasure.

“Oh yes! Oh yes, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum!” Lifting your head, you took his cock back into your mouth, burying it all the way to the hilt in your throat. Jungkook’s hips jumped, him groaning against your clit, the vibrations sending shocks right through you.

A few swallows around his cock and a few more jabs to that spot inside of you and both of you were cumming. Your body tensed, hips rutting faster against his face to ride it out. He thrusted his hips up once, twice, three times before letting out a drawn out moan as he pumped his release down your waiting throat. Your body shivered as buzzing pleasure raced down your back and to your toes. You don’t think you’ve had an orgasm like that since…….three days ago when Jungkook ate you out in his car after he had to pick you up because you forgot to get gas.

Amazing car head aside, the party wasn’t over yet.

“Sit on it, bug. Hurry.” Jungkook rushed you, tapping your ass a few times, his breath labored and tone dripping with desperation.

Good thing you were just as eager because you crawled forward on your weak knees until he was lined up with your entrance. Reaching between your legs, you held his wet cock steady as you slid down on it. Jungkook’s hands held your ass cheeks apart to watch, eyes blurring slightly as your hot, tight, and gushing walls wrapped around him. You weren’t faring much better, your head knocking back as his thick cock stretched you to your limits. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken his cock, the pure g i r t h always knocked the breath out of you. This is why you couldn’t leave him alone, his cock was just too fucking good. You’d be damned if you ever let someone else take it from you.

Once you were settled to the hilt, your body leaned all the way forward to rest between his legs and you began bouncing your ass on his cock.

Jungkook was mesmerized by how your fat ass rippled and moved against his pelvis. At this moment, he didn’t give a damn how many women you threatened or how much you pissed him off; just the sight of your ass and the feeling of your juicy cunt wrapped around him was enough to make him remember another reason why he couldn’t let you the hell go. He loved your pussy too much. And if that wasn’t enough, the sight of that tiny ‘♡JK’ tatted on your left ass cheek certainly let him know.

Jungkook’s hands came down to slap repeatedly on your bouncing ass. “Faster baby. Fuck, this ass is so good!” The seat of your ass was wet from a combination of spit and cum, the wet slapping noises filling the space. Your moans were in competition with the clapping of your ass, your cheek pressed against the sheets and your nails digging into his calves.

“Ahhh! This cock is so b-big,” you whine, “love it so much…..right there….! Oohhhh-ohhhh fuck!”

Lifting up a little and adjusting your knees to a better position, you began throwing yourself down on his cock, the head brushing against every spot you had and sending you reeling. You’d come all the way up until just the tip was inside before slamming back down, the bed shaking underneath the force. Jungkook’s toes curled, your cunt gripping him tighter than a vice.

He was about 98% sure his soul left his body, eyes rolling and head knocking back against the pillows as his lungs struggled for air.

Not able to hold it anymore, Jungkook was quickly flipping your positions. Now it was your turn to be on your back, your legs spread in a wide V shape, his cologne invading your senses and his lips covering yours. He was everywhere, all over you. Your skin was on fire from his touch, sweat soaking your back and air becoming sparse as he kissed away what little oxygen you had left. You were obsessed with him. He was yours as you were his. Nothing would ever change that.

His cock buried itself back into your walls, a deep moan of pleasure getting caught in your throat once he began jackhammering into you. Your hands gripped the bottom of your feet, keeping them apart so he could continue to plow into your soft spot. His hips moved like a well oiled machine, making noisy contact with your ass with every thrust.

Your mouth dropped open, “oh my…..fffucking g-god…!” Tears welled up in your eyes as blinding pleasure spread over every nerve in your body.

Jungkook grunted, his own pleasure peaking at the sight of your fucked out face.

“Yeah? You about to cum? Are you gonna what the fuck I say and stop acting so fucking jealous? Huh?” Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth as you tried to form sentences but hurried ‘yes yes yes’ were the only words you could manage. “How many times do I have to fuck you before you get that through your thick head? I only want you. Fuck you push my fucking buttons but I know it’s just because you want me to fill up this tight cunt, isn’t that right?” A slap came across your cheek, orgasm crashing into your body without warning from the sudden strike.

Jungkook could feel wetness soaking his pelvis and cock, jaw tightening as he began moving even harder—the headboard knocking into the wall so hard that he doesn’t think he’ll get his security deposit back for this place.

“Juicy fucking cunt squirting all over me. Mhmmmm….I’m gonna fill this pussy up. You want that? Want me to send you home with my cum running down your legs?”

Your ears were ringing, his dirty talk propelling you right into another endless orgasm, your toes curling in the air as blissful overstimulation began to take over.

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, a few more thrusts and he was burying himself deep in your sopping cunt. His cock throbbed inside you, the thickness pressing right into your abused gspot. Your hands released your feet to scramble against his back, sharp acrylics digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain.

“Ohhhhhh shittttttt….fuck baby,” He groaned out as he pumped creamy ropes inside your clenching pussy, your spasming walls sucking him in and milking him for everything he was worth.

Both of you collapsed from exhaustion, Jungkook’s face planting itself in your breasts and your legs falling weakly to the bed with a light thump. Only the sounds of your heavy breathing filled the room, both of your hearts beating wildly as you two came down.

~

“So am I forgiven?” You asked as you two soaked in the tub, the scent of an apple scented bath bomb wafting around the room.

Jungkook was behind you, head leaned back against the wall as he tried not to fall asleep. “I guess so. Just stop doing that, okay? It’s so embarrassing.”

“Deal.”

A beat of silence washed over the room, just the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub filling the space.

“One more time.” You suddenly said.

“Huh?”

“You asked me how many times do you have to fuck me before I get it through my thick head to stop being jealous. I think one more will do the trick.”

Jungkook let out a chuckle, opening his eyes only to find your beautiful irises staring back at him with that playful and lustful glint.

“You’re impossible.” He scoffed with an endearing shake of his head.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

[ceceslibrary]

CECE'S FIC RECS

BTS

Updated: April 24th, 2024

Fic Rec list 2

Namjoon

TRY AGAIN | jiminscockr1ng

Tonight We're Dancing | unique-high

"Cry for me" | prettyprincejk

Cleaning Day | gojosnympho

About Love | jjkeverlast

Closer | joon4eva

Between the pages | hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Cross Your Mind | dearlyjoonie

Lifeline | downbad4yoongi

Late Night Texting | hobistyles

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✩｡°𝄞📹 COVERGIRL 𝄞°✨｡✩

╝ one-shot ╔

╰₊ 𓂂➢ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

╰₊ 𓂂➢ genre: idol x model au, smut

╰₊ 𓂂➢ warn!ngs: unprotected sex, cumming inside, back shots, orgasm denial (kind of), oral !female receiving, slight pain (in beginning), big dick!jungkook, (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊ 𓂂➢ summary: you are the cover girl for jungkook’s upcoming clothing line, JJK. said man, just can’t keep his eyes off of you as you model his designs.

╰₊ 𓂂➢ word count: 3.7k

You almost break your fucking neck trying to pose in the six inch pumps you have on—

in front of all of these cameras, in front of all of these people, in front of him. But of course, like the boss ass, talented, flawless model you are, you stay on your ten toes. Falling into another pristine pose matter of fact.

The photographers take their photos of you and the staff on the sides of the room doesn’t shy away from shouting praises at you. You slickly slide your hands into the back pockets of the denim miniskirt that barely covered the curve of your round ass. Back facing the camera, as you turned your upper body to eye it.

A large quantity of “ooh’s” and “aah’s” echoes through the brightly lit room once everyone gets a glimpse of your immaculate figure.

Your eyes couldn’t help but fall on the built individual standing low-key in the corner. He’s been eying you for the past half hour since you stepped out of the dressing room with this outfit. Truth be told, this man has been staring you down since you took his place in front of the cameras. He’s only now mentally undressing you. (not that your current outfit left much to the imagination).

You’re sporting a black tie that hangs over the skimpy white laced bra that’s clutched your chest, hanging on for dear life. On your feet are a pair of plain black pumps and of course— the main piece.

That denim miniskirt you’re wearing. ‘JJK’ initials embroidered on the back pockets, the sides are laced together with black ribbon, and it’s just long enough to walk in— short enough to the point you’d be flashing someone if you bent over the slightest bit.

If he could suck his own dick for making such a masterpiece, he would. But Jungkook would much rather you do it instead, because damn… did you look absolutely heaven sent. ‘Second to none,’ he thought as he watched you from the corner of the room.

Jungkook knew that choosing you as the covergirl for his new line was the perfect idea. He fought for it, fought for you. Having a black woman as the cover model of the Jeon Jungkook’s brand new fashion line wasn’t something the board wanted to approve.

Other than the fact you are black, you’re a fairly new up and coming model, leaving you very little experience. Jungkook discovered your instagram account just a few months before he completed his line. At first glance he knew you were something special. Different from all of the slim, long legged, fair skinned Korean women his team had continuously suggested. There was absolutely nothing wrong with those women— at all.

But Jungkook was looking for something else, something new, fresh, something natural. As an idol, he naturally falls into a clean, pure and innocent category. Despite being a grown ass man. Jungkook desperately is clawing to get out of that box. He wanted to prove it and expose the mature side of him through this fashion line. So no, Jungkook didn’t want a put together woman, or a pretty princess, or even a grunge queen. He wanted a natural sex symbol.

The perfectionist that Jungkook is, he never fails to second guess all of his actions and choices. But you, no— he knew that he needed you.

Needed you to wear his designs, needed you to be his covergirl, needed you all up in his face… amongst other things.

To which you were more than excited to do. Like, be serious! It’s Jeon Jungkook. The man with the mouth watering sleeve of tattoos, toe curling wavy mullet, the gut turning physique.

When his team reached out to you, you were more than ecstatic. You wondered how god had seemingly blessed you with the opportunity to model for the a-list idol.

You’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s music, listening to his panty dropping vocals daily. So the fact that you’re actually modeling for him and the fact that he’s currently staring you down like he wants you to be his last meal has you shaking in your six inch pumps. The unwavering tension between the two of you goes unnoticed by the others in the room.

But the way your smooth brown thighs clenches together definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook… neither does the way Jungkook is holding that clip board over his crotch go unnoticed for you.

Shit. You desperately needed for someone to just—

“That’s a wrap!” You hear someone yell and you let out a sigh of relief. Quickly bowing and spreading “thank you’s” to the staff that approached to compliment you.

You make your way back into your dressing room in the back of the studio. First thing you do is take off the tight tie around your neck, then the pumps off of your feet, exhaling in relief when your feet meet the ground.

There’s still an uncomfortable feeling in between the thick of your thighs. Damn, he really got you all worked up… more than you had realized it seems. You slip the soaked laced thong that matches your white laced bra down your legs and it gets flung into the waste bin. Leaving you naked under the famous miniskirt you still have on.

You distract yourself with the gorgeous sight you see in the mirror, then a light knocking hits your door. Before you could even say “come in,” in walks the finest man you have ever laid eyes on… and the reason why your favorite laced thong is in the trash.

“Hey,” he whispers to which you slightly raise a brow. Because yes, he’s fine as hell but at the same time, who told him he could enter? “Sorry for barging in. I didn’t want anyone to see me near your dressing room.” You nod your head understandingly. That would be a nightmare if anyone saw the two of you interacting and decided to go yapping about it.

Which is why this just so happens to be you and Jungkook’s first interaction. How low of you to get turned on before a proper conversation.

“Then again, I couldn’t leave without speaking to you first.” He smiled softly at you, part of his cute bunny toothed smile beamed in your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach start doing flips.

You return the smile. “Yeah, I guess that would be a bit odd. Ya know, since I’m your covergirl or whatever.” He’s intrigued by your wording. Of course, you are his cover girl, Jungkook knows that. But the way you said it just now sounded so fucking sexy to Jungkook.

“My covergirl?” He sing as he leans his shoulder on the wall. Nodding your head, butt pressed against the vanity behind you— confidently. Because the sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t even be cut by a knife. “Yeah, that’s usually what people call it. I think it’s funny how this is my first time speaking to my employer. Scared of me?” You test. Jungkook’s eyebrows flick up at your ‘sass’.

“Your employer?” You actually let out a little chuckle this time. “Are you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” You sarcastically ask before slickly eying him up and down. The white, short sleeved crew neck he has clinging onto all of his muscles and the exposure of his tatted right arm has tears rolling down your thighs. And the black cargo pants that are swallowing his tiny waste makes you bite your bottom lip. But we must stay focused!

“No, just a little intrigued.” He says, pushing himself off of the wall. “And no. I’m not scared of you. Just figured I’d keep my distance.” He trails off his sentence as you boost yourself up to sit on the white vanity behind you. The miniskirt rides up your thighs even more (if that’s even possible), your thighs press against the vanity top makes them look even more attractive and edible to the man standing in front of you— he almost forgets why he came in here in the first place.

“Why’d you figure that?” You tilt your head to the side innocently. But absolutely nothing is innocent about it. You are purposely teasing him— in attempts to seduce him. See if the good boy, ‘youngest’ is as good as people say he is.

Ask and you shall receive, because Jungkook is once again picturing you without that skimpy laced bra and with your legs wide open. The thought has him hard as a rock underneath his baggy cargo pants.

“Wanted to keep things professional.” He forces out. The underlying message doesn’t go over your head but you choose to ignore it. “So what are you doing here now?” With that, Jungkook lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Stepping away from the wall, he makes his way closer to the large white vanity you’re sitting on.

“I just wanted to compliment you on the amazing performance you did today. Everything went smoothly and it’s been a great week.” He says genuinely and you gladly take the compliment, letting out a small “thank you”— to which he battles.

“No, thank you. You really made this whole thing come to life so really, thank you.” You smile from ear to ear at his sincerity, feeling overwhelmingly gratified and proud… and still wet.

“Well your designs are amazing so you should have majority of the credit— by the way, can I keep this!” Asking, pointing to the miniskirt that hugs your hips. Jungkook’s tongue slides out of his mouth, wetting his lips, slightly playing with his lip ring.

“Of course, it’s all yours. Can’t think of anyone who’d wear it better than you do anyways.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He didn’t even mean to flirt he just said what he was thinking and it remains true. You are the sexiest woman Jungkook has laid eyes on. And if he doesn’t get out of this dressing room right now, his balls might explode.

But in the midst of the internal war Jungkook’s facing, you hum. “Is that why you kept staring at me all day? At first I thought you regretted your decision.” You say and before you could continue your overly sarcastic remarks he interrupts with the rapid shaking of his head.

“I could never regret choosing you.” Your heart dropped to your ass at his words and you’re scared if you move the wrong way the arousal between your thighs (that has been lathered onto the vanity) may drip onto the floor. Without saying much else, he doesn’t let his nerves stop him from stepping closer to you— nearly in between your legs.

He places his hand beside yours that rests on top of the vanity. Slowly his hand intertwines with yours. His touch so soft; the hair on your neck stands tall. His eyes glazing over your plumped lips, layered in lip gloss that shined under the light

“You’re perfect,” is the last thing he says before his lips slowly meet yours.

You could hear angles singing from close range as you finally snag the taste of his lips. His lip ring tickles your lip, sending a shiver down your spine. A soft moan escapes your mouth and Jungkook feels like he just won the lottery.

His tatted hand glides up your thigh, basking in the feeling of your soft brown skin under his touch. He gently caress your naked thighs, spreading them apart to properly stand in between them.

You let out a little huff as you feel him licking and leaving open mouth kisses against your jawline. “From the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he says in between kisses and you feel his breath on your neck, making your clit pulse. “I knew you were perfect.”

You pull your lips away to look at him. The heavy breathing fills the dressing room as the two of you look into each other’s eyes, the similar look of need in both of your eyes.

You slide your hands up Jungkook’s torso, to his broad shoulders, resting them on his neck. Pulling him down closer to you, you say, “Touch me.”

Which was all Jungkook needed to hear before attacking your lips again, your hand wrapped around his shoulders as you slightly grind into his clothed member. You could feel the bulge through his pants, exciting you even more.

“Oh my god— Jungkook.” You whine when he bites at your neck. His hands move to your chest, caressing your boobs through the fabric of the bra you still had on. Until he unfastens it, sliding the bra down your arms with your help.

His hands worry themselves with the feel of your tits again fitting perfectly under his hold. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moans from the sensitivity of his fingers pinching your nipples. Within seconds his hands are replaced with his mouth and he sucks and nibbles on your nipples.

Your hips grind faster against his hard-on. “Jungkook, I need you.” You whimper impatiently. He removes his mouth from your chest, giving you a quick peck on the lips before smirking down at you which takes you for a whirl. Taking a step back he looks down in between the close proximity of you two.

He spreads your thighs father apart to reach down under your miniskirt to find your bare pussy wetter than the Caribbean Sea.

“No panties— are you nuts?” He exclaims with the raise of his eyebrows. “If I would’ve known I was talking to you like this I would’ve bent you over this fucking vanity once I walked in.” He sexily groans against your swollen lips. The heat between your bodies are making you even more needy than usual.

The two of you share breaths as your lips hover over the other’s. You gasp heavily into his mouth as his finger drags down your slippery slit.

He lets out a low groan at the feeling of your slickness and the feeling of his dick growing harder inside of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Making matters worse, you remove your hand from his shoulder to grip the thick bulge between his legs, almost flinching at the size of it. You look up at him with that needy look you have in your eyes that’s driving him up a wall.

“Then do it,” pulling him down to lick up his sharp jawline. “Bend me over and fuck me good.” You whisper into his ear.

Jungkook snaps, he pulls you off of the vanity, pulling you closer to him to taste the sweet taste of your lip gloss again. The kiss is cut short when he spins you around to bend you over the white vanity top, true to his word.

You let out a high pitched gasp as your bare chest hits the vanity top. He stands over your form, hands caressing your thighs, slowly moving up to your plump ass. His hand smacking against your ass echoes throughout the room and Jungkook’s dick twitches at the sight of your ass jiggling.

“So fucking pretty.” He says before crouching down, face all in your cookie. He bites his lips as you spread your legs further apart, desperate for his mouth.

Again, he drags his thumb down your slit and you let out load moan of pleasure from the sensation of his touch. Your hand quickly covers your mouth. “You have to be quiet princess.” The words smoothly passed through his mouth like butter making your knees weak. However, they actually buckle once you feel his tongue swipe through your slick. Your head lowers into your chest to try to keep your composure.

“Mmm,” he moans while licking through your folds, eating your cunt like it’s his favorite meal. “You taste so damn good.” He aggressively spreads your legs wider to attack your pussy with his mouth.

Your legs shake as you fee his tongue going in and out of your hole, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. The grip of his hand on your ass doesn’t let up as you squeeze your legs together around his head.

“R—right there! I’m gonna—” Your hole clenches around his tongue as you felt your stomach tightening. Just when you feel yourself releasing, he stops. He pulls away.

“What the fuck.” You curse in frustration. He leans his body over yours, gripping your hair to turn your head to the side. You let out a moan at his roughness.

“You’re too pretty to be cursing, princess.” He says against your lips before attacking them with a wet, sloppy kiss. You push your ass against his dick, needy from the absence of his tongue. You whimper against his mouth.

“You want me to fuck you bad, huh?” He teases, roughly brushing his bulge over your wet folds. He lets out a groan at the feeling. “Yes— mm! Fuck, yes Jungkook. I need your dick inside of me.” Jungkook places one last sloppy kiss on your lips, lets go of the grip on your hair and began unbuttoning his pants.

They instantly falls down to his ankles and he lowers his boxer briefs, letting them fall the his ankles as well, his dick smacking his stomach. You can’t see his length that he pumps in his hand behind you— but god, when he starts thrusting it in between your ass cheeks you can feel it.

It makes you nervous because you didn’t expect him to be so big. But you grow more aroused at the thought of him fucking you silly, wrecking your tight little pussy. He slowly rubs the tip of his dick over your folds, coating his dick with your arousal, layering over his pre-cum. “I hope you’re fine with me going in raw, didn’t really have me fucking you in mind before I came here today.” You nod your head faster than you ever did in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just p— put it in.” He chuckles at your impatience and without a second thought, he slowly thrusts himself inside of you. Both of your moans fill the room as his dick penetrates your tight hole. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls back, just for him to thrust inside of you again.

The pain of his length ripping through you has your head spinning. As he thrusts again, he bends down over your shaky body to leave a light kiss on your shoulder. “You okay?” He softly asks and you hesitantly nod your head with your eyes shut close. “Y— yeah, just getting used to it. I’m… fine.” With that, he softly leave a kiss on your cheek before lifting back up and thrusting into you again.

He whisper out curses as your tight pussy swallows his dick and he relishes the sight of it.

After a few more thrusts the pain subsides and it is quickly replaced with the feeling of pleasure. Jungkook, wraps his hand under you to caress your tit as he continues to plunge himself deeper into your sex.

“Faster p— please,” you whisper out and you couldn’t even brace yourself for the next thrust. His hard dick hits your spot and your knees give out on you. He holds your waist out with his hands as he continuously abuses your hole. Your bodies jerk forward with each thrust.

“Your pussy feels so good around my dick, _______.” He says and you let out another high moan— hitting notes you’ve never hit before. He roughly grabs your hair again, lifting you up to make your back arch. You can see the both of you through the mirror, you can see him fucking you dirty, the way his eyebrows furrow looking down at the way your cunt swallows his length, the sight gets you even more aroused— if that’s even possible.

He finally looks up at you through the mirror. He sends you a smirk before going absolutely feral. “Hold on for me, princess.” His grip on your hair tightens as he fiercely thrusts into you. Faster, deeper, harder, he is literally blowing your back out. Your eyes squeeze shut and loud screams escape your mouth. The hand gripping your hair quickly covers your mouth to block out the lewd sounds you let out.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening at the fast pace and the constant pounding on your cervix. The feeling grows with Jungkook wrap his free hand over your thigh to rub your clit as he sloppily thrusts into you.

“Cum for me baby.” He says lowly and out of breath as his pace quickens. Your moans are muffled into his hand while he penetrates your cunt and stimulates your clit. “Fuck,” he says as you cum around his length, your legs shaking as Jungkook reaches his high. The sounds of your juices lapping together fills the room and you feel Jungkook’s warm release flow inside of you.

The two of you breathe heavily as Jungkook’s dick rests inside of you. After Jungkook has gotten his composure back, he pulls out, watching as your cunt discharges his cum down your thighs. Quickly pulling his pants up and jogging over to the corner to grab a paper towel, he comes back to clean you with it.

Your body is still limp over the vanity as he does so. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He says. You lift up, standing on your own, pulling the miniskirt down over your ass. Shaking your head. “No,” you let out a little chuckle. “That was amazing.”

Your eyes sparkle as they look up at his. He’s almost hypnotized by them, he drops his head to yours, kissing your lips again, his hands on the small of your back. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.” You giggle at him.

“How long?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand reaches your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he basks in your beauty and the feeling of your arms around him.

“Since the day I chose you as my COVERGIRL.”

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Artist Boyfriend | Jungkook x Chubby!Reader

Summary; “He’s not my real boyfriend, he’s my artist boyfriend.” (Loosely based on the movie “Dinner in America”, and this edit.)

Warnings: Street Artist!Jungkook, public sex, P in V, panty sniffing, breeding kink, mildly jealous Jungkook, somewhat bad boy!jk? (He runs from the law).

Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when you hear someone practically fall into your flower shop. You lean your head over the oak counter, looking to see who it was. 

He had dark hair, the curls slick with sweat making them more pronounced. He was breathing heavily, and you’d be lying if you said his labored breaths weren’t causing a heat to build in your lower stomach. 

Get it together (Y/N)!

“Hey, you need some help?” Jungkook’s head jolts in the direction of your voice. You hold up your hands in mock surrender, showing that you mean no harm. 

This was bad. Really bad. Pretty soon the cops would be rounding the corner looking for “him” but there was nowhere for him to hide besides the flower shop that he accidentally stumbled into. “Uh, I-” He was at a loss for words as his eyes ran over your plump figure. 

You were fucking beautiful.

You wore an off the shoulder sundress that hugged your stomach and tits quite nicely, if he says so himself. Your thick thighs were on display, making his mouth water slightly at the thought of possibly feeling those wrapped around his head. 

“Mister?” You furrow your brows, what’s up with this guy? “Hide me.” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “Huh?!” He quickly shushes you, his warm eyes softening, almost pleading with you. “Please, hide me. I’ll explain after.” You don’t know what compels you, but you end up agreeing, hiding him behind your counter, just in time for the cops to rear their heads. 

“‘Scuse us ma’am, have you seen a young man running in this direction? Black ski mask, dark clothes, the like.” You do your best to be convincing, “Yeah! Saw him run down that way, though it looked like he hopped on a bus.” You shrug. The police turn their heads just in time to see a bus leaving the stop. One tosses his hat to the ground, visibly upset, “Damn it! We had that little shit! We were so close!” You’re a bit startled at the display, eyes shifting to the fugitive that you’ve essentially housed. “Calm down, Han before you scare the poor girl.” He gestures towards you. “We’ll get him next time. Thank you for your help, miss.” You bid them farewell, and when you’re sure that they won’t be returning, you lock your door, turning over the Out For Lunch sign.

“Explain.” You say, arms folded over your chest. You may not have meant to, but the action causes your breast to accentuate, the fat practically spilling over the top. Oh to feel the sweet softness, to feel them squeezed in the palm of his hands. To fuck his dick in the middle of the soft mounds of flesh. “Hello!” You wave your hand in front of his face. Maybe this was a bad idea? “What? Oh right- sorry. Well you see I did some graffiti and let’s just say, they didn’t take too kindly to me “defacing public property” or whatever.” He brushes off, hands resting in his black jean pocket.

He was attractive, in a sort of endearingly punk sort of way. He was dressed in majority black, with pops of color from the various wristbands that he had on each wrist. Said wristbands drew attention to his hands, the few veins that ran along them and his surprisingly long fingers. What you wouldn’t give to feel them inside you. Curling up and finding that delicious spot inside you. “Hey, miss?” He snaps his fingers in front of your face, was this what he was like? It was quite… amusing.

You snap out of your reverie, an adorable pout making its way to your lips, “Don’t call me “miss”, makes me feel old.” You mutter, and Jungkook wants nothing more than to kiss your puckered lips. “Well, sorryyy,” he drags out the word as he looks down to read your nametag, “(Y/N), anyway, apparently my art is “illegal” so I kind of had to cut loose.” He clicks his tongue to emphasize his point. You size him up, “What type of graffiti?” You ask. He balks at you, it’s rare for him to find a girl interested in that kind of thing. “Huh?” “I’m pretty familiar with the scene around here, so what kind of work do you do? Tag? Blockbuster?” You prompt, and Jungkook feels himself falling for you already. 

“I- Freestyle. I freestyle, really.” He says, fumbling over his words. You run your eyes over his figure before you settle on his eyes. Cute. “You’ll have to show me your work sometime.” You tease, moving to tend to your flowers. Jungkook follows close behind, your scent of warm vanilla and lilies drawing him in. “Maybe.” He flirts back. “Say, how do you know so much about this kind of stuff anyway?” He asks, eyeing a bouquet of white roses that’d look very nice in your possession. You jolt your head to look at him, an incredulous look on your face, “What? I don’t look like I know that kind of thing?” You sass. Jungkook nearly chokes on his spit, “W-what? No! No, that’s not w-” He’s cut off by the sound of your melodic laugh, “I’m just kidding, chill out.” You say, pulling a small chuckle from him. “Ha-ha very funny.” He deadpans. You smile brightly up at him, your chubby cheeks lifting at the action. “To answer your question, Mister fugitive-” “You know if you want my name, you can just ask.” He winks. “Anyway, I’ve been in the street art scene for a while. I’m not really good at doing it, but I do have my favorite artists.” You shrug. 

Jungkook’s intrigued, eager to hear more. “Really?” Who’s your favorite?” He asks, and you’d be lying if his excitement wasn’t infectious. You giggle at his eagerness, “Well, there’s not much known about him and no one has seen him yet. According to a lot of people, he never signs his work.” “And I take it that you don’t agree.” He says. You shake your head, “There’s this group that thinks his signature is in his work and I agree. The most common letters seen in his work is JK. With the type of art he does, there’s no way that you don’t want your signature on something like that. But I also understand him not wanting to take away from the art. So why not try to find a way to sign it, while also making it part of the art?” You say, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. Jungkook feels himself nodding before he realizes, “That actually makes a lot of sense. I’ll have to see this guy’s work. I mean, if I’m going to be the top artist in your life.” He smirks. You feel your cheeks heat up, a smile unconsciously making its way to your face. “And what makes you think you’ll be my favorite?” You say, tapping a finger against your chin. Jungkook plucks one of the many white roses he was eyeing, extending it towards you. “I know so.”

— —

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to come by your flower shop regularly, always sure to buy and leave a flower with you each time he came. And it took even less time for you to start dating, the tension between the both of you too palpable to ignore.

It was an accident really. You had decided that you wanted to show your closest friend one of the most recent works of your favorite graffiti artist, practically dragging him to the mural. “Hurry uppp, slowpoke. I wanna show you my boyfriend’s work.” You suddenly feel Jungkook come to an abrupt halt. “Boyfriend? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He says, an adorable pout making its way to his plump, pink lips. 

So cute you just want to kiss it off.

“Not my real boyfriend, silly.” You giggle at the confused, almost puppy dog look he gives you. “He’s not my actual boyfriend, he’s my artist boyfriend. I wouldn’t actually date him.” You scoff playfully, turning around to guide him into the direction you were going.

When you both finally reach your favorite artist’s work and after a while of admiring it, you notice Jungkook shifting uncomfortably next to you. “Are you okay? We don’t have to stay.” You reassure him. You barely have time to register him grabbing your hand and practically dragging you away from the other street artists.

He pulls you into an alley, far from prying ears and eyes and before you get the chance to ask him what happened, he presses his lips firmly against yours. “I’m JK.” He says when he finally pulls away from you. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, all types of questions on your tongue. “I had to come with you to make sure that it was me that you were talking about and now that I know I can’t keep that part of myself away from you. Especially since I’m your “artist boyfriend”.” He says, nervously gnawing on his lip ring.

How? When did he find the time? Could he kiss you like that again?

You hadn't even realized you asked the last question aloud until you hear the slight chuckle that you’ve come to fall in love with. “Sure, but are you gonna keep my secret for me?” He asks, that sinister smirk making its way to his lips. 

Before you know it you're nodding your head, eager to feel his soft lips against yours as he runs his hands along your soft body. Fuck he never gets tired of feeling you against him. The sharp contrast of hard to soft, the way you practically melt into him.

It’s just too fucking delectable to pass up.

The tension between you both builds, the kiss gradually heating up and becoming more intense as the seconds pass. You wrap your arms around his neck just as he lifts up one of your legs to wrap around him. You both groan at the glorious friction, his clothed cock grinding against your puffy pussy making slick pool in your already sticky panties. “Please,” You mewl against his lips, the chill of his lip ring feeling tantalizing against your lips. “Please what, pretty? You gotta tell me what you want.” He breathes against your lips, the smell of his mint gum and cologne pulling you in. You whine, threats of a tantrum rearing it’s head. “Kookie, please don’t tease.” Jungkook chuckles, before slightly pulling away from you.

You reach out for him, chubby arms holding onto him for dear life, “Kook, please. Fuck me. Touch me. I need something.” You groan against him as you practically dry hump him. Jungkook decides to take pity on you and all but rips the flimsy thong you’re wearing off of you. You barely had time to register before he was shoving the piece of cloth against his nose, your scent washing over his senses. 

He quickly pockets the piece of fabric. You’re on borrowed time, it’s only a matter of time before another couple comes along for their own salacious activities and as adventurous as Jungkook is, you’re his to look at. 

He just manages to tug down his zipper and pull his semi hard cock out, before he uses your slick to coat his cock, running his dick along your wet cunt. “Fuck me, Jungkook. Fill me up. Wanna be full.” You moan into his ear. The sound of your breathy voice in his ear does something to Jungkook and without warning, he slams himself inside you to the hilt. You groan at the intrusion, never truly having got used to his size as yet. “Fuck! Yes, baby. That’s it. Give me that pussy.” Jungkook groans into your neck. He’s sucking hickies and leaving small, wet kisses along your throat and the exposed skin on your chest. You moan at the feeling, reaching up to bring his lips to yours. 

He reaches one hand up to palm at one of your tits, squeezing and molding the flesh to fit his large hand. You whimper when you feel him squeeze your nipple under your dress, causing your pussy to squeeze around him involuntarily. You both moan into each other's mouths, your pussy clenching and unclenching around the thickness of his cock each time he punches the soft, gummy spot inside you. “Cum for me.” He grunts, cock throbbing as it aches to empty itself in your womb. “Soak my fucking dick, baby. Get me nice and wet, pretty. Cause I’m gonna fill you up. Stuff you to the fucking brim.” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy squelching as you milk his orgasm for everything it’s worth. “Cum in me. Fill me up, baby. Wanna be so full it leaks out.” You moan into his mouth, eyes locked together. It doesn’t take long, a few more thrusts and he’s spilling into you, the warmth of his seed settling deep inside your stomach.

You both take a few seconds for your highs to come down and before long, you start to giggle. “Were you jealous, Kookie?” Jungkook pulls away slightly to pout at you, lips all pretty and kiss-swollen.

“Was not.”

— —

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How to Get Rid of Your Virginity; a one shot.

💘PAIRING: badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader 💘GENERE: College AU, smut, a little fluff 💘WORD COUNT: 4.6K 💘WARNINGS: Smut, smut, and more smut. 💘SUMMARY: You've always been the good girl who followed the rules but you're ready to shed that image and lose your virginity to the college's resident bad boy: Jungkook. 💘AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apparently, I really got into my feelings with this fic. A bit of sweetness at the end but mostly smut. I hope you enjoy!

Opposites attract – at least, that’s what your best friend, Elena, had told you. She had provided you with solid proof too.

“Just take a look around,” she had said, a cup full of vodka and cherry-flavored juice in her hand, motioning toward the various partygoers. She pointed out an art student cuddled up with a girl who looked like she belonged on the arm of a footballer. “That’s Taehyung. His girlfriend is the ‘All-American Girl’ type and he’s a huge nerd. But they’re in love.”

You nodded. “Okay, they’re the exception.”

She shook her head, taking a long sip, wincing at the burn of the alcohol. “Okay, what about them?” She pointed at Jimin. Jimin was your textbook Type-A worker bee. He was known to avoid large social gatherings like this but here he was, leaning against a wall, his girlfriend in his arms. He kissed her lightly on the neck before grabbing a hearty handful of her ass. “That is our resident party girl cuddled up with our best scholar.”

“He’s a fine scholar,” You admitted, and Elena agreed. “Okay, so what’s your point?”

“My point,” Elena began, taking another long sip. “Are that people from different sides of the track get together all the time. Cheerleader and nerd, party girl, and punctual pupil. Nerdy theater geek and super delicious bad boy.”

You were the nerdy theater geek she had been referencing and the delicious bad boy? That title belonged to Jungkook.

You glanced over at him. He was standing between Taehyung and Jimin, effortlessly chatting the night away. Jungkook had been on your radar ever since you started attending this university two years ago. He was an upperclassman, so you didn’t run into him often but when you did, you savored every second you got to gaze upon him. The man was beautiful. But make no mistake, this was not a crush. You thought he was sexy as hell, but you weren’t into him. You were a future Broadway star and Jungkook? Well, you don’t know what his future entailed but it was starkly different from yours. You were sure of it. There was no way you two would work out romantically.

You wanted him for different reasons. More carnal reasons. You wanted him to take your virginity.

But, while you wanted him, you weren’t sure if he wanted you. You didn’t look like his type – you assumed. But Elena was attempting to convince you otherwise.

“I just don’t think he’d be down for it,” you said with a shrug. “I mean, he’s not into girls like me.”

“He’s a man!” Elena said, her voice raised. You knew that was a sign that the liquor was kicking in for her. “He’s into any girl who wants to bone him! Go over there!”

Elena pushed you toward him, but you stopped, glaring at her. “What would I even say? ‘Hey, Jungkook, wanna fuck?’”

Elena nodded and gave you a blank stare. “That sounded perfect. What’s stopping you?”

You groaned. Of course, Elena would think that’s an acceptable way to approach a man but before you could protest, she was signaling Jungkook to come over. Your eyes widened, a mortifying feeling washing over you.

I could kill her, you thought, I could kill her and bury the body beneath the school’s theater.

Jungkook looked at Elena, a confused look etched across his handsome features. Then, he did the unthinkable. He began to walk over.

He stopped just short of the both of you, the wallflowers for the night, and smiled. “Good evening, ladies, how can I help you?”

Elena nudged you and you opened your mouth to speak but found only your pride, self-respect, and the last shred of confidence falling out of your mouth and onto the floor to be stomped on by a slew of drunken college students. Elena, noticing your mouth open and a dazed look on your face, rolled her eyes and blurted out, “She wants to fuck you.”

This is it, you thought, this is how I die.

But it wasn’t.

Because Jungkook’s eyes raked over you, a hint of lust clouding behind them, and smiled. “Oh, really?”

You nodded, fear and excitement striking into your heart.

Elena continued, “She’s been waiting to make a move all night, but she’s been too afraid to.”

Jungkook looked at you. “Consent is sexy, so I have to hear it from your mouth.”

You swallowed thickly, slowly nodding. “She’s not, I mean, I’m not –” You stopped, taking a deep breath. “Yes. Coitus is something I’d like to experience with you – I mean, if you’re up for it.”

He held out his hand. “Well, let’s go experience it.”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

You looked between him and Elena searching for a reason as to why now wasn’t a good time to get your back blown out, but you couldn’t find one. Not a good one, anyway. So, you put on a brave face, took his hand, and let him lead you upstairs and into the nearest empty bedroom.

You didn't know who this bedroom belonged to as it had no signs of life. A basic dark wood dresser hugged the right wall, a few sports posters lined the walls and a simple full-sized bed with white and blue bedding sat in the middle of the floor. Jungkook took a seat on the bed, and you sat next to him, unable to meet his eye.

“Come here,” he said, cupping your face and drawing you forward.

He wanted a kiss, so you followed his lead, but your nose bumped into his. “I’m so sorry!” You said in a panicked voice. “I – I didn’t mean for –”

“It’s okay,” he said through a small laugh. Another attempt at a kiss was made but instead of bumping noses, you bumped foreheads. He rubbed his forehead, scrunching up his face. “Maybe we skip kissing,” he said, standing up. “How about this instead?” He began to climb on top of you. You readjusted yourself, hoping to make things flow more smoothly but you ended up kneeing him in the stomach.

“Fuck, I am so sorry!” You said as you watched him grit his teeth.

“It’s okay,” he said once again and rounded the other side of the bed. He took a seat and laid back. “Why don’t you come lay beside me?”

You nodded. You got up and laid down next to him.

“Why don’t you lead?” Jungkook suggested and you silently agreed that that might be for the best.

You began to get up but found your elbow stabbing him in the chest.

This was going horribly.

“Are you sure you want to have sex?” Jungkook asked.

“I do,” you said quietly, biting your lip. “I’m just really nervous.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. “Why are you nervous?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. How do you tell one of the hottest guys on campus that you’re a virgin? A lonely loser virgin?

“If it’s me, then there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Jungkook said. “I’m not as experienced as everyone says I am. I mean, I have had sex with quite a few people – all safe and consensual of course – but I’m nothing like the lothario people say I am. I mean, I’m just –”

You cut him off. “I’m nervous because I’m a virgin.”

The room went quiet. Too quiet. Embarrassingly quiet. If there was a God, he would have taken mercy on you and allowed the world to swallow you at this exact moment. But no, mercy did not shine a light on you this day.

“And you wanted me to take your virginity?”

He seemed more surprised that you had chosen him as your virginity taker than the fact that you were still a virgin. Regardless, you nodded. “Yeah, I figured if I was going to lose it, I might as well lose it to someone hot.”

His cheeks flashed a crimson color. “Don’t you want your first time to be special?”

You scoffed. “First off, virginity is just a construct and secondly, it would have been special no matter what because it’s my first time and I was in control. Besides, I’ve got a bucket list to finish this year.”

Jungkook looked at you. “Oh yeah? What else is on your list?”

“Smoking weed. I’ve never been high before.”

And just like that, Jungkook produced a blunt out of his back pocket. “You’re in luck. Listen, I don’t think the sex thing is going to happen tonight, but I can smoke you out.”

You felt relief wash over you. There was still hope. He said it wouldn’t happen tonight not that it wouldn’t happen ever – hey, it may have been delulu but you were going to take it and ride off with it into the sun. You watched closely as Jungkook lit the blunt, taking a few deep inhales, holding it in, and then exhaling, coughing along the way. Your first few attempts at smoking the joint were failures but after the third try, you got the hang of it. You also coughed a lung out but the serene feeling that flowed through you a few moments later was worth it.

The blunt had been reduced to a roach and you and Jungkook were lying on the bed, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. You learned he was a film major and planned on moving to Los Angeles after graduation to pursue a career out there. When you told him you wanted to be the next Audra McDonald, he didn’t laugh or tease you like so many others had before. He thought your love of theater was cool and asked you a million questions about it. He found it impressive that you could hold such high notes while doing intricate choreography. Finally, a silence settled over the two of you as the green forced you both into an extreme high.

“Can I ask you something?” Jungkook’s voice was like molasses, thick and slow. Or maybe you were just so damn high that’s how you heard it.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“What’s the farthest you’ve gone?”

“Like traveling?”

He shook his head. “No, I mean … with sex.”

“Oh,” you replied. “Um, I’ve jerked a guy off before.”

“Have you …” he began but trailed off. He turned his head to look at you, attempting to gauge your reaction. “Ever received oral?”

You shook your head. “Nah.”

“You want to?”

You froze, and a sobering feeling hit you like a pillow full of soap. The idea of getting your coochie licked sounded damn good right now, especially with the weed in your system. “Yeah, I mean, I guess I’d like to try it one day.”

“How about today?”

You could still feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. Well, shit. You had already crossed one item off your bucket list. Might as well cross another. So, you said, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Within seconds, Jungkook was between your legs, lifting your pleated skirt to your hips and sliding your baby pink panties down. Your body froze as you felt a finger slide in between your slits. “A virgin who shaves,” you heard him muse, mostly to himself. A thumb began rubbing your clit and a gasp escaped your throat. Before you could say something else, his tongue was on your lips. Your … other lips. It darted out, parting your lips and flicking against your clit in a feverish way.

Your back arched in response and you felt as if all the air in your lungs had left your body. You found your hands gripping the white sheets as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue sliding in and out of your hole before traveling up and down your slit and finally focusing back on your clit. The sensation became a little too much and you squirmed away, hoping to ease some of the intensity but that only made things worse. Jungkook wrapped his hands around your thick thighs, pulling you closer, spread your legs apart further, and kept his hands gripped on your thighs, ensuring you wouldn’t be going too far. “Don’t run from it,” you heard him whisper.

You’re not sure how long he was at it but by the time your world turned white, you were making noises only a dog could hear.

. . . . .

It wasn’t in your nature to willingly be a third wheel, but the town’s annual spring fair was here and there was no way you were going to miss it. Even if Elena insisted on bringing her boyfriend, Felix. The night wasn’t all bad though. You had spotted Jungkook hanging with a few of his friends and the two of you waved at each other. It had been three weeks since the party and the two of you had kept in contact, texting each other funny memes here and there, sometimes talking on the phone late into the night but nothing more, nothing less.

As the three of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel, you noticed that the ride only allowed pairs. That took care of Elena and Felix but what about you?

“Can you believe that? Since when has the Ferris wheel been limited to two people at a time?” You turned around to face your best friend, but she wasn’t listening. She was too busy using her tongue to excavate Felix’s mouth. You groaned. “Of course, you two would choose now to suck face.”

The line moved forward, and it was your turn to get on. The ride operator gave you a pitiful look. “You got a partner?” He asked but he knew the answer to that. Just as you were about to step out of line to die of embarrassment in a dark and quiet place, your knight in shining armor appeared.

“I’m her partner.”

Jungkook. Sweet, sweet, Jungkook. Sweet, delicious, Jungkook who smelled like heaven and was wearing a red button-up shirt that showed off all his muscles. What? Sue you for noticing!

Jungkook held out his hand and you took it, the two of you loading on the ride and strapping in. Elena smirked at you as the ride began. The ride slowly lifted you and Jungkook up a few feet and then paused, allowing Elena and Felix to board.

“Thanks for saving the day,” you said with a smile. “The Ferris wheel is my favorite ride.”

“No shit, mine too,” Jungkook replied.

Your eyes brightened. “Really? You don’t seem like the type.”

“What type do I seem like?”

“A coaster man.”

“I like coasters too,” he admitted. “But something about the Ferris wheel just calms me, you know?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I get that.”

“So, how’s your bucket list going? Cross off anything else?” Jungkook asked as the Ferris wheel began moving again and then paused, allowing another couple on.

“I have,” you told him excitedly. “Elena and I went skinny dipping two days ago.”

“Damn, I’m sad I missed that one,” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile. “Still a virgin?”

“Still a virgin.”

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes falling to your exposed legs. You were wearing a plaid overall dress and a long-sleeved white shirt underneath. You wondered for a moment if he was judging your fashion choices until he licked his lips and you saw the lust clouding his eyes. “Ever been fingered?”

You shrugged; a sheepish smile found its way to your face. “Only when you ate me out that one time.”

“But never in public?”

“Of course not.”

He looked at you, his eyes begging for permission and as the Ferris wheel began moving again, forcing you and Jungkook to the top, his hands found their way between your thighs. He rubbed your core through your panties. You felt him lean over, his lips brushing against your neck before peppering kisses across your chin. You couldn’t help but giggle as he pushed your panties to the side, and you felt two fingers slide up and down your already-wet slit.

You felt your heart beating faster in his chest when he slid a finger inside and used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. The sensation was quickly becoming too much for you. Especially in public of all places. But as the Ferris wheel worked its way down, you were as well. Your orgasm slowly washed away as the ride finally came to a stop, allowing you and Jungkook to get off.

“Thanks for the ride,” you told him and in response, he kissed your cheek and made his way back to his friends.

…

It was official: You and Jungkook were friends. Like actual friends. You talked to him just as much as you talked to Elena, if not more. You had met his friends and his friend’s girlfriends. You spent time at his apartment. He smoked you out at least once a week and the last time the two of you decided to go on an impromptu diner trip, the waitress mistook you for a couple.

That’s why it wasn’t a surprise when he accompanied you to the library today. You both had papers due and decided to study together. However, you found that the two of you didn’t get much studying done and instead spent most of your time together making jokes and trying to steer clear of the librarian’s wrath.

In an attempt to get some serious studying done, Jungkook suggested getting a table at the back of the library. As you followed him to the back of the library, you noticed a couple, deep within the library aisles, where students rarely went, getting it on. You stopped Jungkook, tugging on his sleeve. “Look!” You whispered. “Oh my god, isn’t that Jimin?”

An approving smile pulled at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. “Yeah. Ever since he met his girlfriend, he’s become such a horn dog.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off the couple. Jimin had his girlfriend leaning on a bookshelf for support, her pants pulled down to her knees and his face buried between her ass cheeks. You hated to say it but it kind of turned you on. Jungkook took your hand and pulled you along.  

“He’s not afraid of getting caught?” You asked.

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t think so. They fuck in the library all the time. That’s actually how they became a couple. He was her tutor.”

You felt a pool of heat settling in your core, forcing a weather change down under. “God, that’s hot.”

Jungkook stopped walking and looked at you. “You want to try?”

“You mean, fucking in the library?” The idea excited you, but you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to get fully plowed in public yet. “I don’t know about penetration but … maybe some head would be cool.”

Jungkook licked his lips. “I can’t lie, I’ve been wanting to taste you again.”

You shook your head as he led you further into the book aisles. “No, I mean I want to give you head.”

He stopped. “You sure?”

“Yeah, teach me how to suck dick,” you said and then cringed once you heard the words. “That didn’t sound as sexy as I hoped it would have.

He smiled, licking his lips. “Say less,” he pulled you into a corner and unzipped his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers down but only slightly and produced his semi-hard dick.

“You’re already excited?” You asked and then realized this was your first time seeing his dick. No wonder he was known as the lover, you thought, grabbing it and feeling the weight of it in your hand. “Well, shit.”

“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, slowly dropping to your knees.  He guided you lovingly on how to properly give head but also explained that everyone was different so the way he liked it wouldn’t necessarily be the way another guy liked it. But the way he liked it was known as the ‘vacuum suck.’ He wasn’t into the bells and whistles of sloppy head but preferred something nice and clean and something that felt like his soul was being sucked out of him.

And that, you did. Or at least you gave it the old college try.

You stroked his large dick, your hand running up and down his thick shaft as your tongue flicked over his head. Precum painted your lips as you attempted to slide his entire member into your mouth. It wouldn't fit and Jungkook didn't force it. Above you, he squirmed in delight, his hands threading through your dark locks, gripping ever so slightly.

“Touch my balls, baby girl,” Jungkook said through a low grunt. Your pussy does backflips at the sound of being called ‘baby girl’ but you can’t linger on that too long. Jungkook has your head in his hands and he’s slowly but surely fucking your face. “Agh … I’m going to cum …” He began to pull his dick out, but you didn't let him, instead you did something that you’ve seen countless times on Twitter memes. You suck harder and you kept sucking well after he came. You’d never heard a man squeal before but you’re sure that’s what Jungkook did before you finally popped his dick out of your mouth.

…

Summer was steadily approaching, the weather going from tolerable to the heat of the devil’s ass crack. It’s why Jungkook had suggested that the two of you head to the coast for the weekend. “It would be way cooler out there,” he had said, and you couldn’t argue. So, on a Friday evening, you climbed on the back of his motorcycle and the two of you headed off to the beach for the weekend.

As two broke college students, you didn’t have enough money to afford a fancy hotel, so you settled for a run-down motel room, but it was clean, and the bed was comfortable enough. Jungkook had purchased every snack in the vending machine that night and the two of you shared stories over eight-dollar bottles of wine, BBQ chips, and sour gummies. After finishing off your second bottle of wine, Jungkook lit up a blunt and the two of you shared it, laying back on the motel room bed with the shabby television playing a novella in the background.

“Y/N, I think you may be my best friend.”

“I think you may be right,” you agreed, laughing.

“I can’t believe school will be ending soon,” Jungkook said.

“I know. What am I going to do without you?” you said, a genuine sadness reaching your voice.

“We’re going to stay friends. You’ll come visit me in Los Angeles and I’ll come visit you in New York. You’ll be there when I receive my first Oscar and I’ll be there when you get your first Tony,” Jungkook said with a smile. And you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Even if none of that happened, in this moment right here and right now, Jungkook believed it did and that’s what you loved most about him.

You always thought love was like an arrow. Shooting you in the heart, causing you to instantaneously know that you had fallen but looking at Jungkook in the darkness of this shabby motel room, you realized love wasn’t like that at all. Love was slow and easy. It was sweet. It was kind. It was a soft spring day. It was impromptu trips to your favorite diners. It was sharing secrets in your most special places. It was laughing to your belly ached in the back of a car. It was trips to eat your weight in sushi and then getting ice cream even though you swore you couldn’t eat another bite. It was wiping your tears away at four in the morning because you didn’t get the role in the school play. It was sitting up all night with each other watching the sun rise because he was too anxious to sleep. It was the perfect and it was the imperfect. It was nothing and it was everything. It was you and it was Jungkook.

And right here, right now, you realized that you were in love with Jungkook.

“Jungkook,” you said, looking at him and he turned his head, smiling that beautiful smile. “I love you.”

He stared at you for a moment, studying your features. A hand reached out and cupped your cheek. “I love you too, Y/N.”

You scooted closer to Jungkook and kissed him. It was a soft and sound kiss. Slow and sensual. And he kissed you back with just as much patience. Your arms and legs tangled together, and soon you found your clothes melting away. You felt his lips wrapped around your nipples, his tongue going across your stomach. His hands stroking your pussy with an excruciating softness. You felt his muscles flexing beneath your fingertips, the weight of his manhood in your hands and then in your mouth.

His body reacted with such pleasure as you gave him head. You sucked slowly, making sure every inch of his manhood was wet with your spit. Jungkook stopped you early, citing how much he still wanted to taste you so you laid you on your back and spread your legs, exposing your most sensitive parts but Jungkook shook his head. He guided you on top of him, and you lowered your precious gem to his face. He licked hungrily. Savoring every drop of you. His hands found their way to your round ass and groped the fleshy curves as his tongue dug deeper into you. An electric wave of pleasure washed over you, your body writhing in sweet agony.

As you lay down beside him, he got on top of you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “If you don’t want to go this far, we can stop right now.”

But you didn’t want to stop. You wanted this. You wanted him. You silently nodded for him to continue and Jungkook rolled a condom onto his hardened dick. He positioned himself at your entrance and quietly said, “Here we go.”

He started slowly. You felt an indescribable pressure in your lower abdomen as he continued to slide in but it wasn’t bad. It was just different. He used his right hand to play with your breasts.

His pace quickened. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as the pressure waned, and in came pleasure. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. This new angle forced a new sensation to bubble within you. It felt amazing but there was a heaviness to it that you couldn’t quite describe. His hand found your clit, rubbing circles on it as he began to fuck you faster. You didn’t think you could cum twice in one night, but Jungkook proved you wrong. A few short moments later, Jungkook’s face tightened, and he let out a deep grunt before falling on top of you. After a moment, he rolled off.

“So how was it experiencing coitus with me?” Jungkook asked, breathing heavily.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It was amazing.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t beat my ass this time.”

You cringed, thinking of the night the two of you met. You rolled to your side, putting your arm around him and your head on his chest. In response, he put his arms around you as well, pulling you close.

“What does this mean for us?” you asked.

“It means that I hope you accept when I ask you out on a date,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll have to think about it,” you said. “I’ve got one more thing to cross off my bucket list.”

“What’s that?”

You motioned toward the window in the room, outside of it, the beach. “Sex on the beach times two. I want to drink the drink while doing the act.”

With a smile, Jungkook got up and put on his pants. He looked at you, “Well don’t just sit there, let’s go have sex on the beach while we drink sex on the beach.”

[gojosnympho]

actually! i think joon is the type to talk you through it! i think he sees you underneath him looking all pretty and fucked out. your brown skin flushed and damp with sweat, your curls sticking to said damp skin and he coos, “are you close, love?” you can’t speak though of course because his dick is hitting that spot inside of you that only he can reach. he leans over your body and leaves soft kisses all over your face. “you’re fucking squeezing me. i know you are. are you gonna cum for me?” you nod at him because you can’t say anything because your brain isn’t computing. i think he smiles at how cute you are. i think he reaches between your bodies, that fit so perfectly together by the way, and begins to toy with your swollen clit. you gasp, your legs wrap tighter around his waist, and your pussy clenches. “that’s a good girl. cum all over this dick. it’s yours.” you whine at his words, you know it’s yours. you’ve been with him for three fucking years, but hearing the words leave his mouth made that feeling in your belly almost explode. i think he picks up the pace of his thrusts and says, “cum, baby. give it all to me.” i think he relishes in the way your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed as you finally cum for him. i think after he’s done making love to you he gives you the sweetest aftercare. i think he whispers, “i love you” into the crown of your head after everything is done.

that’s what i think.

[huunni]

SQUIRTING WITH UR FAV <3

who dis? whoever u want it ta be!! 😻 x BLACK!FEM!reader

huunni drops → cussin, pwop (corn without plot.. corn without cob? no that's stupid) WHAT ELSE I MISS?

smut ↓

"take that shit bitch...fuck you thought this was?" his voice is so mean and punishing, it makes you squeeze his dick harder and your legs twitch in his hold. "look at'chu... not so fuckin- shit, tough now, is you?"

your head turns to the side as he bullies your g-spot, the tears falling from your cheeks as you babble out broken sorries, barely audible over the music playing in the background. you are definitely not tough now. he grabs your throat and u turn to face him. "i asked you a fuckin question."

you shake your head, your silent submission being enough for him to keep fucking your weeping cunt. every vein sliding through your walls felt like someone was adding fuel to the fire of your orgasm. all you could do was sit there and moan, rolling your eyes so high that you closed them shut.

you feel the fire twisting, it's a feeling you've never felt before and as much as it scares you, you can't run away from it, you don't want to run away from it. your back arches further away from the bed, your stomach and his almost touching. he won't let up, telling you over and over again that you aren't in charge of shit, that you love this dick, and that you better cum all ova his shit, or he won't let you cum till he does.

and that's when the fire turns into a full in hellbent inferno. your legs are shaking in spasms around his waist, the moans coming out of your mouth are those out of a porno. you can't feel anything and yet feel too much at the same time. he keeps fucking you as you squirt all over his abdomen and legs, groaning deeply at the sensation. his own nut isn't far behind, holding your side as he roughly finishes inside you and falls to your side.

"fuck, baby... that was so hot...shit." he catches his breath while rubbing your wet stomach, unbothered by the uncomfortable amount of liquid that surrounds the two of you in the bed.

onyankopon, eren, aizawa, bakugo, connie, namjoon, hoseok, nanami, toji, minho, ur fav <3

[misbangtan]

HOBI FUCK 🥵

[vhyunjinverse]

I DONT SMOKE

playboy! j. jungkook x f!black reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated!

warnings : college party, mentions of smoking, smoking, smut, slight spanking, smoking during sex

You hated partying. Not entirely..you’d have fun but it dies down quickly when you had no one to talk to. Boring.

You could stay inside and watch the smoke in the air, drinks ultimately being spilled, and sweaty bodies dancing and getting it on in the corner, or you could stay out outside of the large house.

Being in college was truly an experience for you. You just hated that it wasn’t as exciting for you as the movies made it out to be. “Fuck..” You scratch your head, groaning while pulling out your phone to get an uber. Campus wasn’t too far away.

“Ahshit- damnit.” You hear a faint curse, followed by failed attempts of a lighter being struck. Eyes followed the sound, and you couldn’t have regretted it more. Jeon Jungkook. It’s his party after all. Another reason why you didn’t want to be there.

You didn’t know him personally- only having met a few times. He couldn’t even remember your name if you offered $50. He was a lot of things your disliked. A playboy, a smoker, a hardcore party thrower. Not only that- he does it often, and the girls who brag about how good he is in bed…disgusting.

Now, it wasn’t you trying to put yourself up. You weren’t exactly an innocent person. You enjoyed drinking when in the mood, and you’ve slept with a few people. It’s just him. Bumping into each other became so tiresome for you that you changed route’s to your classes. Him generally just not giving a fuck is what pissed you off.

But now? Now he looks up from his cigarette. Now he slowly starts walking towards you, and you started to wish you had ordered that uber instead of being curious.

“Hey- do you have a light?”

“I don’t.” you hum, looking away from those eyes. Everything about the man was just..stunning, that you could admit. Down to the piercings on his lips to the ones in his ears, and onward to his tattoos and hair that curled past his ears. Truly a beauty. You clear your throat as you tapped your foot impatiently, phone somehow slipping into your pocket.

“Why not?” He asks, getting closer. Jungkook was..a curious one. He could snuff you out in an instant, from his view he knew you didn’t have a lighter.

“Why don’t you have a spare? Coming out here knowing your lighter didn’t work. Honestly, seems to me like you came outside and found an excuse to talk to me.” You found yourself grinning, but looking off to the side. Jungkook almost laughed, covered by a chuckle. Rocking on his heels, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Was it that obvious?”

I don’t like you. You wanted to say. Everyone knew you didn’t smoke, including him. You could be a party girl if you kept to it. It’s only on nights like this where you reject every pass made at you.

“I don’t smoke.” You sigh, defeated by your will to stay. “Then let’s get a drink.” he counters, smiling. Cheeky bastard.

“Not in the mood.” It was a game at this point. He wanted you, but you didn’t want to be his girl for the night. You didn’t do hookups. No one night stands. Anyone you’ve ever given your body to has stayed for at least a while. Knowing Jungkook he’d never commit.

“Let me drive you home then.” His hand snaked around your waist. “I have an uber coming-“

“Then i’ll wait out here with you.”

“Christ Jeon.” He starts laughing, and you couldn’t help but do the same. He does however, lean into your shoulder. You shiver at the coldness of the metal on his lip. “Let me take you back inside.”

No. you would day no. You didn’t like him, he’s a whore, and you have morals. You’re a woman of society! A man of his..whatever- would not influence you.

~

“Right..r-right there..” You did not say no. Face tucked into Jungkook’s pillow as his cock slipped into your folds once more, tip touching that spot inside of you that sent you over the edge. It’s been so long… “Oh!” You gasp, shuddering at the feeling of his slipping past your rings, and out..and in.

“Fuck..you feels so good. So good f’me hm?” He hums, pulling your hips back onto his cock, fully bottoming out inside of you while everything rested there..deep inside. “hm?” he asks once more, in a hum. He goes to give a slight smack to your ass, watching how it recoiled back. He was enchanted to say the least. From the very first time his eyes landed on your brown ones. Infatuated with every little thing you’ve done. And finally, he go you.

“Yes! y-yes..” You felt your eyes flutter as they rolled back, tips of his fingers stroking at your sensitive clit. Pussy swallowing around his thick cock. “Taking me in so well.” You’re his favorite girl. You weren’t aware, but mentally he was already thinking of the next time he’d get you like this. Ass up while he fucked you until the party’s over.

The thought of the party still going on while he plowed into you turned Jungkook on so much. “S-shit.” Pussy drunk was an amazing feeling, he didn’t get that feeling often.

Jungkook found himself reaching for the lonely cigarette and spare lighter from his headboard. Giving another smack to your ass- making you yelp- he strikes the lighter. You lift your head at the sound, looking back at him. Your face flushed, eyes watery, still, you fucked yourself on his length. He light the cigarette, the smoke seeping from his lips while he tipped his head back.

“Wanna hit?” he smirks, taking it from his mouth and trying to put it between your lips. You could kill him.

[purplemoon7]

Love This Pure

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Jeon Jungkook is madly in love with you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Idol!Jungkook x black!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.6k

Warnings! FLUFF! nothing but pure fluff here, you guys are madly in love, established relationship, boyfriend!jungkook,

Jungkook is in love.

Like, seriously in love.

It hits him at the most random times. Like when he watches you tie your bonnet at night, fingers working lazily as you mumble through a story you started telling ten minutes ago but haven’t finished because you keep getting distracted. Or when you roll over in bed, unconsciously tucking yourself against his side like you know exactly where you belong—even in your sleep.

It hits him when you dance in the kitchen, swaying to a song only you can hear while you wait for the food to finish cooking. And again when you catch him watching you, grinning before grabbing his hand to pull him into your rhythm, not caring if you’re off beat or not. You laugh. He laughs. The food burns. He kisses you in the middle of the mess, mouth tasting of spices and heat.

He’s not sure how it happens, but he just is. In love.

It’s overwhelming sometimes, the depth of what he feels for you. How it crashes into him like a wave, leaving him breathless, disoriented. He’s loved before, sure. He’s had flings and crushes, moments of infatuation that made his heart race. But nothing like this.

Nothing that makes his chest ache in the best way, like it’s too full, like there’s too much of you in there and nowhere else to put it. Nothing that makes him feel so helpless, but not in a bad way. Like he’s drowning and that’s exactly where he wants to be.

So Jungkook does the only thing he knows to do when his feelings get too much.

He puts them into action.

Tonight, he watches you, chin propped up on his palm as you talk with your hands, face alight with excitement. He has no idea what you’re saying. He lost track five minutes ago, somewhere between your teasing smile and the way the dim lighting casts shadows over your cheekbones. But he nods anyway, hums in the right places, just so you keep going.

You’re perched on the couch, feet tucked beneath you, wearing one of his hoodies that swallows you whole. The sleeves are too long, the fabric slipping past your fingers every time you move your hands. It’s adorable, and Jungkook wants to tell you that, but he knows you’ll roll your eyes at him if he does. You always do when he gets too sappy.

“Are you even listening to me?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

Jungkook blinks, caught. He grins, dimples deep. “Yeah, of course.”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “What was I talking about?”

Shit.

“Uh…” He scrambles for something, anything, but your expectant look tells him you already know he wasn’t paying attention. He sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “I was distracted.”

Your lips twitch. “By what?”

By you, he wants to say. By the way your lips curve when you talk, how your eyes get brighter when you’re excited. By the fact that you’re wearing his hoodie and look so damn good in it that he’s starting to regret putting it on you in the first place.

Instead, he shifts forward, resting his elbows on the couch. “You look really pretty right now.”

It’s not the answer you expect. Your brows lift slightly before your expression softens, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re such a flirt.”

Jungkook hums, pushing off his forearms to close the distance between you. “Only with you.” He leans into your personal space, curling his fingers around the back of the couch to cage you in. “Does that bother you?”

You tip your chin up to look at him, smile still playing on your lips. “No, I like it.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

Jungkook ducks his head, pressing his forehead against yours. He breathes you in, inhales your scent of caramel and vanilla, lets the heat from your skin seep into his. He wonders what would happen if he kissed you right now. If your lips would taste like the berries you had for dessert, your mouth sweet against his.

“Hey,” he says, voice low.

“Hmm?”

He lets his nose nuzzle against yours, shifting until you’re breathing the same air. “You know I love you, right?” he murmurs, tracing his fingers along your leg. “Like, a lot.” Your knee nudges against his chest as you laugh, body leaning into the couch. Jungkook grins, enjoying the way you feel against him. “Seriously. Like, I’m crazy about you.”

“I know,” you whisper, tone soft. You tilt your head forward, pressing your lips against his temple, and Jungkook melts, his eyes dropping shut as a shiver runs through him. “I’m crazy about you too.” You tilt your head, reaching out to brush his hair from his forehead.

It never gets old, hearing it from you. He grins, leaning in to nuzzle your neck, breathing you in. You giggle, fingers threading through his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.

It takes him a moment to catch his breath, to clear the haze from his mind. He opens his eyes, shifting until he’s looking at you. Your smile is gentle, your cheeks warm. Jungkook feels something shift in his chest, like it’s getting bigger, like his heart is growing just to accommodate more of you.

“So fucking pretty, baby. You know that?” he whispers, thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek. Your nose nudges against his wrist, turning into his palm. You press a kiss there, lips lingering on his skin. His hand is warm, slightly rough from hours spent practicing guitar, lifting weights, holding microphones, but his touch is impossibly gentle when it came to you.

"I missed you today," he admits, voice lower now, more like a confession than a casual statement. You had been with him just this morning, waking up tangled in the sheets before he left for practice. And yet, his words tell you that his day had felt longer, emptier somehow, without you by his side.

He traces your cheekbone, thumb smoothing over the ridge, dipping into the hollow beneath your eye. Your lashes flutter as you blink, looking up at him through them. Jungkook presses his nose against the bridge of yours again, enjoying the way it feels, like you’re two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.

He closes his eyes when you lean forward, kissing him softly. It's a chaste kiss, lips barely brushing against his, but Jungkook's breath still catches, his heart stuttering in his chest. You do that to him, he thinks, a little dazed. You make him feel like it's the first time every time, like he'll never get used to you no matter how often you touch.

"Missed you too," you mumble against his lips, hands sliding up the front of his shirt. Jungkook shivers, feeling the air get colder against his suddenly heated skin.

His hand curls around the back of your neck as he leans into the kiss, mouth moving against yours in soft nips. You sigh, breath hot against his lips as you melt into him. Jungkook takes it, taking you with it, feeling you up through his hoodie.

You're so warm, he thinks. So warm and so pretty.

You sigh again, pressing into his touch. Your hand curves around his shoulder, fingers sliding beneath the collar of his shirt as he pushes his palm up the side of your thigh. The fabric of his hoodie is soft, but not as soft as your skin beneath. Jungkook breathes deep, feeling your body heat his palm, feeling his heart flutter in his chest.

He likes this. Likes how you feel against him, likes the way your fingers dig into his shirt every time he touches you, likes the hitch in your breath, the way your lashes flutter against his cheek.

You're soft against his hands, body sinking into his, mouth hot against his. You're the opposite of what he's used to. In every way possible. Where the world is loud, chaotic, you are quiet, calm. Where he is messy, wild, you are neat, ordered. Where he gets lost in his thoughts, you are grounded, secure.

And Jungkook can't get enough of you.

He grins as he kisses you deeper, tongue pressing into your mouth. You sigh against his lips, fingers sliding higher up his shirt, and he shivers, heart thumping against his ribcage.

Yeah, he loves you. More than you'll ever know.

When he finally pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, he lets out a breathy chuckle. "Now I really don’t wanna let you go."

You blink lazily, head still in a daze from the kiss, your fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck. "Who said you have to?" you murmur, smiling up at him.

And Jungkook falls. Again, harder, deeper.

Like he knows there’s no escape from you, no escape from the way he feels about you. He's okay with that. He'll fall as far and hard as he needs to. As long as he can have you. As long as it makes you happy.

It's only fair. You've done it for him.

"Love you," he whispers against your lips, voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

"Mmm," you hum, kissing him again. Jungkook smiles into your mouth, pressing against your lips. "Love you too." And it’s like his heart is speaking for him, saying all the things he can’t put into words.

Because there’s no one he’d rather be with than you. No one he'd rather kiss. No one he’d rather tell I love you. No one who makes his heart pound like you. No one whose touch sets him on fire like you. No one who makes him feel this way. This alive. This whole.

You're his everything, you know that?

He'll tell you again, when you're not making out in the middle of his living room. But you are his everything. His reason, his purpose, his heart. The beat he moves to, the music he sings to.

You're it.

And if he ever has to choose between you and everything else…

Well, he'll choose you. Every damn time. Without a thought.

- Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

[7brownsuga7]

Reassurance | Taehyung

MDNI!

Taehyung had a habit of making you watch yourself in the mirror as he pleased you. The glow of the dimly lit room casting a soft golden hue over your reflection. Taehyung standing behind you, his chest flush against your back, his arms wrapped securely around you.

Presence solid, warm, and intoxicating. His dark eyes meet yours in the mirror, filled with something deeper than desire—something reassuring, grounding.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice thick with admiration as his hands trace slow, deliberate patterns over your bare skin. His lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your breath hitches as his fingers glide lower, teasing, testing. “You’re doing so well for me, baby,” he whispers, the deep tone of his voice washing over you like a lullaby. He knows he has you in a vulnerable position - bare and open. But he’s proud of you, he wants you to see what he sees every time he touches you and fucks you. You should be able to witness how beautiful you look when you take him.

His finger circles around your wet hole - collecting the moisture before sliding in between your folds. You jerk at the soothing and sinful touch, chest rising as you study yourself in the mirror. Your face flushed, skin glowing, and eyes glimmering. Your eyes lower to his slender fingers as they rub your clit - causing your knees to buckle.

“I’ve got you” his voice soothes you as you adjust to the feeling of this intense pleasure. His hold around you tightens when he adds a finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out - earning a few breathless sighs from you. Every whispered praise, every slow stroke of his fingers, every deliberate movement pulls you deeper into the moment, into him.

Your fingers clutch at the cool surface of the vanity, your body arching into his touch. “Taehyung…” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut, but he tuts softly, one hand tilting your chin back up.

“Look at yourself,” he orders gently, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I want you to see how perfect you are—how much I adore you.”

His touch is slow, reverent, as if he’s savoring every inch of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Every part of you. Do you see what I see?”

You nod, breath catching as his fingers trace down your sides, teasing, exploring. He watches your expression in the mirror, eyes dark yet tender. When your gaze flickers downward, hesitant, he tilts your chin back up with gentle fingers.

“Don’t look away,” he whispers.

His hands continue their slow worship, and a soft whimper escapes your lips. He shushes you sweetly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

You exhale shakily, leaning into him, trusting him. He strokes soothing circles into your skin, grounding you. “I’ve got you,” he reassures. “I always do. Just focus on me. Focus on how good you feel.”

His movements become more deliberate, his lips trailing along your neck as he whispers, “You deserve this. You deserve to be cherished.”

And in that moment, with his warmth surrounding you, his touch guiding you, you believe him.

[shhuuga]

[ DO NOT READ ]

🍬 .. ur fav x black!fem!reader

🍬 ?? a masked stranger breaks in your house looking for one thing and one thing only

🍬 !! CNC, bondage, crying kynk

his feet are soft, silent. he creeps through the house, picking up small trinkets and stashing them in his bookbag. he shrugs in disinterest. this isn't what he's here for.

what he's here for is the pretty brown thing laying in her bedroom, humming some jhene aiko and scrolling through tik-tok. none the wiser that he was watching her, much less in her house.

he laughs under his breath as he forces his way into your bed, rolling around with you a bit before taking both of your wrists in his grip. he wraps your arms tight and spreads your legs, ignoring your cries of "no, please" and "I'll do anything". all that greets you when you turn your head to your "assailant", all that met you was a large, dark figure with a ghostface mask hanging over his head.

your head is pressed into your pillow, and your braids get tugged at everywhich way as he situates his dick in you, choking you with one hand and holding his gun in the other. the cool metal presses against your neck, forcing you to arch your back away in fear. his voice is gravely over the soft music that surrounds you two. "beg for your life."

he doesn't stop fucking you, not when you tell him to take anything. jewelry, money, anything. when your cries of pain and moan of pleasure rear it's head to borderline screaming. he just covers your mouth and grips your hips, grounding himself inside of you and hitting your gspot with so much precision you could feel yourself starting to squirt all over him and your bed.

the gun clatters onto the floor as he grabs your mouth with both hands, forcing your back into a deeper arch than before as he forced his dick deeper inside you. he groans out behind the mask as he cums in you, pumping into your cunt a few more times before collapsing next to you.

your hand comes up to remove the mask from his face to see your loving boyfriend, who kisses you so tenderly like he wasnt just pretending to be taking advantage of his naïve little girlfriend. who gives you massages and kisses until you two fall asleep together.