#hornt asks

[sergle]

obsessed with the anon, who, themselves admitted to also being white, who wanted to virtue signal so badly that they know fetishizing other ethnicities is bad, that they got it confused for simply "being attracted to someone who is not white". sergle found guilty for being horny outside her race

First of all: this is such a meandering sentence that it took me a couple seconds too long for my brain to register it properly. #womenforilliteracy Second of all: SCREAMS... Sometimes it really does feel like people are so scared to be attracted to a motherfucker, that all attraction is predatory somehow. Somehow fully looping all the way back around to being anti-miscegenation in the pursuit. of. NOT being racist. right right okay okay okay okay cool

[pink-of-hair]

what do you think of different ways that people can lose control of themselves?

[4th-make-quail]

idk assad is just so shy and cute and i am but a simple pervert who needs to see that exploited… like the idea of him being coy and almost prudish like ‘omg noooo that’s so grossss’ but he’s so turned on it turns his brain into mush ignites something sinister within me!! and writing this has me thinking abt eric like making him say disgusting/vulgar shit out loud during sex and stopping everything and refusing to touch him until he does🤭think i need to go outside and reconnect w nature after this one

-🍸

You're so right for this too tbh!! He has a very shy, cute vibe!! And it's especially obvious and endearing (AND HOT) when juxtaposed against Eric's famously horny filth 😩😩

I do think he'd absolutely push boundaries as well, like getting Assad to expand his horizons you know? It's good for you, babe. Plus he really loves seeing him beg......

[grossillygirl]

It’s sexy af that you’re too tight for other toys lol and using butt plugs. I just want to wreck those holes

🥺 want you to stretch me out

[eldritchmochi]

I think I can also attest to the erotic cane litmus test.

I was with someone who I thought I was going to date - we were in a pre relationship if you will. We agreed we might go on a date at some point but wouldn’t push it and if we wanted to he friends we could be.

We were sat on the beach and I had my cane beside me. They took it, and I was goddamn mortified.

I said ‘can I have that back please?’

They said ‘But your not using it’

I tried to explain like they just took my left leg and they gave it back eventually but didn’t understand why it freaked me out so much, but she put it up to a learning experience.

This is what killed that pre relationship for me.

I will only let people I 100% trust touch my glasses and my cane. My current girlfriend has a cane too. :)

oh man that would me *horrible* im so sorry. at least with my work crush, there had definitely previously been many instances of me asking him to hold it for a sec while I used both hands, etc, so there was already that show of trust even if he doesnt quite know thats what it was. bitch definitely knows I'm horny for both him and my cane tho so the way he touches it *has* to be intentional flirting lmao

someone im unfamiliar with touching my cane without consent is suuuuch a big red flag tho, im glad you listened to ur gut on that and im glad she (it sounds like) learned from it but man, shudders

[ghostchems]

did y’all know that you can send me anons anytime?

[aajjks]

irene: https://pin.it/5SyiUJeQ3

🎄mommy issues!JK

she wants to give him something to look at. it’s not her fault that jungkook looks nothing like the timid boy from his college years. she can tell by his arms that he’s been at the gym—god, the things he could do to her with those arms. irene sighs, she hopes jungkook shows up without you, but her hopes are shattered when she sees you and jungkook walking in hand-in-hand. irene fights hard not to roll her eyes, but she smiles through the annoyance.

“hello, you guys. have a set” she gestures, allowing you and jungkook to sit across from her. “did you guys want anything to eat or drink?” you quickly interrupt her by telling irene that you both came for one thing and one thing only—will she go to court for joint custody of seol? irene crosses her legs and folds her arms. “i want to see my son, jungkook. i know you don’t believe me, but i want to be in his life” she pleads but jungkook doesn’t buy it and neither do you.

~🫧

Jungkook’s jaw tightens as he hears Irene’s words, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

He can’t shake the anger bubbling beneath the surface, the weight of years of resentment threatening to consume him. Every word she speaks only digs deeper into the wound, reopening it with fresh, scorching pain.

His eyes narrow at her, the sharpness of his gaze cutting through the room like a blade.

He doesn’t trust her.

He can’t. There’s no sincerity in her words, no remorse for the years she’s been absent, no apology for the neglect.

All he hears is a hollow plea, a desperate attempt to justify her presence in Seol’s life. And it makes him sick.

He leans forward slightly, his knuckles white as his grip tightens around the armrest of his chair. His heart pounds in his chest, but it’s not with fear—it’s with anger.

A deep, consuming rage that makes him want to tear this all apart. He feels like he’s suffocating, trapped in a room with the one person who could shatter everything he’s built.

His entire life, his family, his world, all of it feels like it’s hanging by a fragile thread, and Irene is the knife hovering above it.

“I don’t believe you,” Jungkook finally speaks, his voice low, almost a growl. The words leave his lips like venom, each one dripping with disdain.

His gaze remains locked on her, unwavering, as he speaks again. “You’ve had years to get to know him, to be there for him, and now you suddenly want to play the part of the mother? I don’t think so.”

His words hit the air like a punch, heavy and deliberate, as if each syllable is a declaration of war.

The room feels suffocating as his anger simmers, threatening to boil over. He’s barely holding it together, the force of his emotions barely contained. His fingers twitch, itching to do something, anything, to rid himself of the nauseating presence of Irene.

But it’s not just the anger. It’s fear. A deep, paralyzing fear. He doesn’t want Seol to be taken from him.

He doesn’t want his son to be hurt by this woman who’s shown him nothing but indifference. He doesn’t want to lose his family—the family he’s fought so hard to build with you.

His gaze flickers to you for a split second, the only anchor he can find in this storm.

You’re the only thing that matters. You, Seol, Moon—his whole world. His love for you fills the room, but it’s a suffocating love, one that’s tied to this terrifying fear of losing everything.

Jungkook’s breathing hitches as he forces himself to look back at Irene, his voice steady but filled with an underlying fury.

“You want to be in his life now? you’re not taking him from me. You’re not going to come into our lives and just—”

he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. “I won’t let you ruin what we’ve built.

His eyes harden, the walls around his heart growing higher. His mind is screaming at him to get up, to walk out, to take you and Seol and leave it all behind.

But he doesn’t. He stays there, his fingers digging into the armrest, his entire body rigid with restraint. He knows he has to stay calm, for you, for Seol—but the truth is, he’s barely holding it together.

And as Irene continues to speak, trying to justify her actions, Jungkook’s resolve hardens further.

He won’t let her take his son. He won’t let her tear apart his family. Not without a fight. And that’s a promise.

[pink-of-hair]

Thoughts on fakes being more real than the real thing?

🌂 call me a woman with the sort of lusty tone that could only accompany recognizing the fantastic skill in the counterfeiting process

[revvethasmythh]

You know, Veth often advocates for acts of retributive justice and she's a strong believer in vengeance as a concept. This comes up a few times during the campaign, and I think it's one of the most interesting things about her and she has a line in Episode 20 on this topic that is genuinely perhaps the most fascinating thing she says in the whole campaign (which I don't say lightly). It's a conversation between her and Caleb about his past, which she only just learned about two episodes ago. She assumes outright that what Caleb must want is to go get revenge on Trent for what was done to him, and says that of course they can go do that before dealing with any of her issues, then hits him with this: "The thing is, your story that you poured out to me and Beau, the other day-- it was very sad, and I'm so sorry that you had to go through it, but I have to say, in a way, I'm a little bit jealous. [...] All I'm saying is, I feel like you can get revenge. You can maybe even get redemption for what you've done, and you can become a better person. You can do good to counteract the bad that you've done in your past, and maybe someday there will be an end to your suffering." (Emphasis by me). That connection here between "I'm a little bit jealous," "I feel like you can get revenge," and "maybe someday there will be an end to your suffering" is not lost on me. At this time in the campaign, the idea of getting turned back into a halfling is something relegated so far into the future she can barely see it (and we know Sam was more than willing for it to never happen at all). Just one episode earlier, she was asked to give some backstory about herself and lied out her ass so she didn't have to cop to what had happened to her. She wasn't ready to trust anyone with it or ask explicitly for the help to get turned back. As far as she is concerned in the moment, there may never be an end to her suffering in this form. So she's jealous of Caleb, because he can get revenge and someday maybe his suffering will end.

On the topic of vengeance itself, I think it makes a lot of sense that Veth would be vengeful because she is impotent to achieve it in her own life. What is she going to do, go home to Felderwin and get vengeance on her brothers for what they all did to her? The town for how it treated her? No, she can't do that. She never gets to come face-to-face with the goblins that kidnapped her family, had her killed, then enslaved her during the campaign or after. As utterly fantastic as the blueberry cupcake moment is, she didn't even get to kill Isharnai, the hag who actually, physically held her under until she drowned. Veth has never gotten to achieve personal vengeance, or even really had the opportunity to face the concept of it as it pertains to the injustices perpetrated against her in her life. Like, she is, for sure, a highly reactive individual who jumps to wanton killing often just based on her extreme personality, but there is some real meat to the fact that she can get so fixated on revenge. I think she really wants it for herself, and she can't imagine that other people wouldn't also want it for themselves. She has never gotten it, so she always suggests it. She's jealous of Caleb because he can get revenge on one, simple target that will represent his trauma (even if it's not actually that simple for him), and that's something she can't do. And she never gets to even try. I'd be all hornt up over the concept of violent revenge if I was her, too.

[justarkive]

TABLE 3 | JJK ch14

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jungkook x fuckbuddy/waitress! reader

warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTT profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity.

smut warnings: needy jungkook, suggestive messages, booty call at 3AM LOL. shower sex, protected sex, oral m recieving, throat fucking, crying, gagging, fingering, squirting, spanking, use of showerhead against the clit, clit play, nipple play, missionary, doggystyle, oc is practically touching her toes, reverse cowgirl umm but he does all the work?? cowgirl, strength kink, fucking while standing up, oc smacks jungkooks butt HAHA, multiple orgasms for both, super needy kook, basicaly non verbal oc lol, jungkook cant stop thinking abt leaving and he takes it out on her </3 (its hot tho) jungkook is just rlly fuckin horny and she just lets him do whatever pretty much. kinda dom jk?? DIRTY TALKKK ITS SO DIRTYYYYYYY, kinda possesive jk in a “noone will make u feel like this” way??? FLUFFY AFTERCARE!!!

wc: longggg

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610

a/n: make sure to read till the end wink wink. it all comes crashiny down soon guys… so prepare LOL. i figured they deserved s rlly freaky chap before that tho. ENJOY MY LOVES

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The next morning, you wake up to the soft glow of daylight filtering through the massive hotel windows.

Nari, of course, is still knocked out—sprawled on the bed like a starfish, one arm flung over her face, her hair a tangled mess from sleep. Her breathing is heavy, slow, peaceful.

And you? You groan the second reality kicks in.

You have a night shift.

You sit up, running a hand down your face as the weight of that realization sinks in. After the absolute high of last night—VIP treatment, insane performances, Jungkook—your reward? A long-ass shift at the diner, which was of course the consequence of asking for one day off.

Life is cruel.

Knowing better than to wake Nari unless it’s a life or death situation, you quietly slip out of bed and start packing your things. The magic of the concert is still lingering in the air, but with every folded piece of clothing, every zip of your bag, it fades just a little, replaced by the routine of your normal life.

The normal life that does not include penthouse suites and private concert boxes.

Once your bag is mostly packed, you hop into the shower, letting the warm water wake you up. By the time you’re dressed and ready, Nari still hasn’t moved.

Great.

You settle onto the couch and finally—finally—open your phone.

There’s no good morning text from Jungkook. Not surprising. He’s probably still asleep, hungover if last night’s spam is anything to go by.

And speaking of that—

You click into the chat.

His messages from the night before are a mess.

Jungkook [2:12 AM]: IM si tied

Jungkook [2:13 AM]: si so tired fukc tired

Jungkook [2:15 AM]: wait no im buzzing still im still high off the concert not like drug high ok

Jungkook [2:16 AM]: did u like it???????

Jungkook [2:17 AM]: bet u cried. bet u wept. bet u are weeping rn

Jungkook [2:19 AM]: i wana kiss u rn

Jungkook [2:20 AM]: NOT IN A HORNY WAY

Jungkook [2:22 AM]: mayb a little in a hornt way

You snort, scrolling further.

There are voice messages—slurred, barely understandable, probably recorded in the car ride back.

You click on one.

A deep, drawn-out sigh fills your ears, followed by a very drunk-sounding Jungkook.

“U don’t even knooowwwwwww how much I killed it. Like. No one. No one killed it like me. I’m soooo good. Did u SEEEEEE MEEEE??????? Wait ofc u did. Hi. I miss youuuuuuuu heheheheheh.”

You wheeze.

Then there are accidental photos of a table—just a table—with half-eaten food and someone’s hand in the frame. Probably one of his dancers.

A few blurry videos of him dancing on top of said table.

You shake your head, thoroughly entertained—until—

Your scrolling halts.

One message stands out.

Amidst all the nonsense, all the chaotic, drunken rambling, there’s one that’s… off.

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: im raelky fucking sorry y

Your brows furrow.

It’s buried between a spam of typos and nonsense, easy to overlook, easy to dismiss as just another drunken slip-up.

But still. Sorry?

For what?

You stare at it for a moment, lips pressing together.

Your gut tells you to ask.

But your brain tells you not to dwell on it.

So, you don’t.

You exhale, shaking off the weird feeling creeping in your chest, choosing instead to focus on the much more entertaining parts of his messages.

Like the terribly filmed videos of him singing dramatically, off-key, into a bottle of soju.

Or the way his last message—before passing out, apparently—was just:

Jungkook [3:22 AM]: meow

You lose it.

The weird feeling lingers in the back of your mind, but for now, you let yourself laugh.

And maybe, just maybe, you forget about that one message entirely.

For now.

——

Nari wakes up in the worst mood imaginable. You drag yourselves out of the hotel, obviously after munching on the breakfast buffet like absolute animals.

Which, honestly, is valid. You’d both gotten maybe five hours of sleep, and when you texted her when you got home in the morning to check in, she was radio silent.

Unresponsive. Dead to the world. Practically in a coma.

You figured she needed it—after all, that concert was a marathon. But by the time you dragged yourself through your morning routine, did some mindless scrolling, and considered texting Jungkook, you finally got a single reply from Nari at 1 PM:

Nari [1:04 PM]: bitch

That was it. No follow-up.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finally woke up at 2 PM, which was late, even for him.

Jungkook [2:15 PM]: good morningggggggg 🥱

You [2:16 PM]: it’s 2PM.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: i am a popstar and i require beauty rest.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: u up?

You [2:17 PM]: obviously.

Jungkook [2:18 PM]: cute.

And that’s how the texting started—all day, back and forth, about everything and nothing.

The concert. How unreal it was. How insane the screams were. How you both really had the audacity to do what you did before the concert when he was supposed to be saving his energy.

And then, somewhere between 11 PM and 3 AM, your texts shifted to complaining about your night shift.

Nari had offered to drive you both home after it because, in her words, “I am literally on the verge of death, and the faster I get us to the nearest bed, which is your place, the faster I can sleep.”

So now, here you both were, dragging your bodies inside your apartment, exhausted and delirious, talking shit about the weirdest customer of the night.

“I swear,” Nari groans, tossing her keys onto your desk, “that man has never showered in his life.”

“I think I’m still smelling him,” you mumble, flopping onto the bed.

Nari follows suit, dramatically collapsing beside you. “If I ever agree to another night shift, slap me.”

“Same for me.”

You mindlessly pull your phone out, expecting more texts from Jungkook—but he hasn’t replied for a bit. Which is… weird.

But before you can question it, your phone buzzes.

And then another. And another. And—

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: u up?

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: wait ofc ur up u just texted me

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: come over

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: now

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: please

You blink.

Okay. That’s new.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard,

You [3:04 AM]: u okay?

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: no

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: i miss you

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: come

Your stomach flips.

Oh.

You [3:05 AM]: jungkook its 3am.

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: y/n.

You sigh, staring at the screen.

Okay, you want to go. Desperately. But—

You [3:06 AM]: can’t. nari’s over.

You expect him to be pushy—maybe whine a little, try to convince you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his next message is immediate.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: ohhh okay. get some sleep then.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: i’ll see u tomorrow maybe?

You smile a little. Of course he’s understanding.

And then— A voice beside you.

“Oh my god,” Nari practically cackles, making you jump. She’s leaning over, peering at your phone, grinning like a menace.

“Bitch, GO.”

Your mouth opens. “I—”

“You think I care?” She snorts, flopping back onto the bed. “I’m gonna be asleep in the next 5 mins and probably all day tomorrow. I wouldn’t notice if the building was on fire.”

You hesitate. She notices.

She glares. “Y/N, if you don’t get your ass up”

You bite your lip, sighing. “Can you drive me?”

Nari snorts. “It is three in the morning. I am not getting behind a wheel right now.”

You huff, already pulling up the Uber app. Asking for Jungkook’s address and typing it in. “I’ll just—”

Nari snatches your phone out of your hand.

And Ubers you to Jungkook’s apartment

She pays for it before you can react.

Your jaw drops. “Nari—”

She shrugs, grinning. “Consider it my thank you for that once-in-a-lifetime concert experience. You think I’m not still riding that high?”

You groan, but at this point, you’ve lost. You snatch your phone back.

You [3:12 AM]: omw.

Jungkook’s reply is instant.

Jungkook [3:12 AM]: 😏

You roll your eyes as you head to the bathroom, trying to act like you’re not doing the absolute most to freshen up.

Hair? Fixed. Perfume? A little. Lips? Definitely hydrated with layers of gloss.

And the second you catch yourself in the mirror, adjusting your clothes like you’re not about to just end up taking them off anyway—

“Bitch.”

You jump.

Nari is watching you from the bed, arms crossed, smirking like she caught you red-handed.

“You are doing too much for a 3 AM dick appointment.”

You scowl. “Shut up.”

She snorts, rolling onto her side. “Nah, it’s okay. You deserve it.”

A beat. Then—

“My girl’s getting dicked downnn tonight.”

You throw a pillow at her. She wheezes.

Your phone buzzes. The Uber’s outside.

⸻

By the time you step out of the Uber, you are literally fighting for your life.

Your limbs are heavy, your eyelids are betraying you, and every step toward Jungkook’s apartment door feels like you’re wading through concrete.

But you know exactly what’s about to happen.

And somehow, that alone is keeping you alive.You knock once you get to his door, somehow remembering how to get there since the field date—too tired to text, too wired to just walk in like you own the place.

It takes half a second before the door swings open.

Jungkook stands there, leaning against the frame like he’s trying very, very hard to keep his composure.

Like he’s trying to act normal—cool, casual, unfazed. But his eyes betray him immediately. Because they drink you in. Like he’s starving.

And then— All that composure?

Gone once you smile and say “Hi.”

You barely register Jungkook’s grip on your wrist before the door shuts behind you, sealing you into his space, his world, his intentions.

He’s not playing around.

The second you’re inside, he’s on you. Hands on your waist, pushing you back, his breathing already heavier than it should be for someone who hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

You’re half-asleep, running on fumes, but your body?

It knows exactly where this is going.

You feel the cold edge of the bathroom sink, which you don’t even question how fast he’d pulled you in there, against your back before your brain even catches up to the fact that he’s been steering you here on purpose.

His grip is firm, deliberate, his fingers pressing through the fabric of your pullover, claiming you before he’s even said a word.

And then— “I already showered,” you manage, breathless, blinking up at him.

Jungkook just grins.

Smirks, actually.

The kind of slow, dangerous smirk that makes your stomach clench, makes your knees weaker than they already are from exhaustion.

“I haven’t.”

A pause.

Then—

His lips crash into yours.

And just like that—

You are wide awake.

Jungkook kisses you like he’s been waiting all day for this.

Like he’s been counting down the minutes, picturing this exact moment, craving it.

And you? You feel it.

Every ounce of his desperation, his need, the way his hands tighten just a little too much when they grip your hips, like he’s trying to ground himself in your warmth.

He doesn’t even let you think.

The second he feels you relax into it, he’s lifting you—easily, like you weigh nothing—and setting you onto the cold marble countertop of the sink.

Your legs automatically spread for him, letting him step in between, and— He whimpers. Actually whimpers. Like just the feel of your body opening up for him is already too much.

You feel the weight of his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your hoodie.

He leans in, kisses you deeper this time, tongue teasing yours, hot and demanding.

It’s all teeth and lips and need.

Like he wants to devour you. And you? You let him.

Because fuck it, you want it too.

The exhaustion from earlier? Completely gone when your hands tangle in his hair, still damp from whatever half-assed shower he took, and the feeling of your fingers tugging, gripping makes him let out a low, breathy curse against your lips.

He’s losing it. Then his hands disappear.

You barely have time to process the sudden loss of warmth before you hear it—

The sound of his hoodie hitting the floor. Then his shirt. You look down.

The heat that pools in your stomach at the sight of him—shirtless, toned, glistening from the way the bathroom light reflects off his skin—is actually unfair.

He’s so unfair.

And he knows it.

Because he’s watching you watch him. Head tilted, chest rising and falling, lips red and swollen from kissing you like he was trying to leave a permanent mark.

“You’re staring, baby.”

Your cheeks burn. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You don’t get the chance.

Because before you can even think of something to say, he takes off your clothes and he’s lifting you again—

Off the counter. Into the shower.

Your body shivers. Not from the temperature—from him.

From the way his hands slide up your sides, from the way his mouth attaches to the soft skin under your jaw, kissing, sucking, teasing.

He’s barely doing anything, and yet you feel weak. Like your entire body is being tuned to his touch. And he knows it.

Because when his lips move to your ear, his voice drops, raspy, his breath hot against your skin— “You still tired?”

The smirk in his tone is palpable. You glare at him—well, you try to. It’s hard to be intimidating when your brain is melting.

But you force yourself to lie “Yes.”

Jungkook laughs “Better wake you up then.”

Then his hands are on you again.

And just like that, he makes sure you never feel tired again.

Jungkook scoops you up effortlessly, and you’re suddenly clinging to him like a fucking koala, your arms wrapped around his neck as you laugh.

He nearly trips when he picks you up, and you can’t help but giggle at how ungraceful he looks. “Careful,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You notice his… well, you notice. His cock isn’t fully hard, but it’s in the process of getting to it, it’s already starting to twitch, and damn, it’s hard not to stare when it swings with every movement in front of you.

You’re almost hypnotized by the way the huge thing moves.

But then, of course, the cold water sprays you right in the face, and you let out a loud squeal, completely unprepared. Jungkook immediately goes wide-eyed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, baby.” he says quickly and chuckles, his voice cracking slightly as he tries not to laugh at your reaction.

And then, before you can recover, he pulls you back into a kiss. It’s warm, soft, and the taste of him makes you forget all about the shock of the cold water. There’s something about seeing him like this—so real, so raw, his skin glistening with water—that makes your stomach do flips. You hadn’t realized how much you liked this part of him. The part that’s just… human.

As he deepens the kiss, you let yourself melt into him, not caring about the cold anymore, just the feeling of being so close, so completely wrapped up in him.

The kiss doesn’t last as long as you’d like however, his hands already moving across your wet skin. His tattooed hand gently brushes your damp hair away from your face, and you can’t help but smile at how undone everything is, mascara probably smeared, but you don’t care.

He’s groaning in your fucking face, his hands roaming, just feeling every inch of you like he’s starved for the touch.

You can feel how much he’s craving you, the way he reacts to your body, every movement of his making you shiver.

“I missed you,” he says, voice thick with longing, and there’s a desperation in his words that makes your heart race. He pulls away just enough to look at you, and suddenly you notice- he’s jerking off by just looking at your face.

Your knees buckle.

His eyes dark, his breath heavy. You try to look away, feeling your cheeks flush, but he catches your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“I swear, I’ve been losing my fucking mind,” he murmurs, his voice almost shaky as he leans in closer, forehead to yours, his breath warm against your lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about fucking that little pussy.” He looks down. Tugs harder. “I wanted you so badly, you have no idea,” A moan, “I came so hard thinking of what we did yesterday night- Fuck-“

He’s babbling now, each word filled with so much raw emotion that you feel a heat rise in your chest, your face burning with embarrassment as you try to hide your flustered reaction. But he doesn’t stop, his hands now holding you close, other hand still tugging at his cock, filling the air with nasty, wet noises as he continues, his desperation clear.

“I couldn’t think straight without you,” he says, his voice a little frantic now. “You drive me insane, you don’t understand…”

You can’t help but blush harder, the way he’s pouring out his emotions making you feel more exposed than you’ve ever felt. His words, though, only make the connection between you feel even stronger, the intensity building between you two in ways you never expected.

He’s not just after your body; he’s after you, and that realization makes your heart skip a beat. It’s different from before, he’s clearly worked up about something. And you can’t help but think it’s not just because he misses having sex with you.

But you don’t pry. Like always.

“You had to message me at 3AM for this?” you tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook pauses for a second, his smirk slowly spreading across his face. The way his eyes gleam with both frustration and amusement makes your heart skip a beat. “Duh,” he replies, his voice dripping with that familiar confidence. “You think I wasn’t gonna do whatever it took?”

His hand reaches up, brushing your cheek softly as he laughs lightly, the tension between you easing into something more playful.

You roll your eyes, but the warmth of his smile, the way he looks at you with such intensity, has you blushing again. The teasing may be there, but underneath it all, you both know how badly you want this connection, the way you fit together, and how much you crave more of each other.

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. “It’s been one day, Kook. One day,” you tease, trying to hide the blush that creeps up your neck.

“I don’t care.” His voice is low, sharp, cutting through your sentence like a blade. His fingers trail lower, his touch light—too light. “I’ll take you whenever I want.”

His gaze darkens a bit, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. “Doesn’t matter how long it’s been. I want you always,” he says, his hand reaching out to brush your hair away from your face again, the water running over your body,

You can’t help but blush again, the mix of desperation and affection in his words making it hard to breathe. It’s more than just a physical need—it’s something deeper, something raw that you both can feel.

He lets go of his cock, face scrunching up in the cutest way as if he was about to cum. Hes so pathetic, but you love it. His cock flushed a pretty pink when it’s left to stand in front of his glistening abdomen, twitching slightly.

Suddenly, a soft “Fuck-“ escapes you as he gently traces your folds which have been soaked by your own juices and the water from the shower, and you realize just how much you’ve missed this closeness—the way he holds you like you’re fragile, yet there’s an unspoken promise in his touch that says he’ll never let you go, even though the last time he had touched you like this was only less than 48 hours ago. And that’s when you realize.

You’re fucking doomed.

The realization hits you like a wave, crashing over you with the weight of it all.

You never imagined sex would ever feel like this—so real, so intense-

But also really fucking good of course.

Despite having sex with Jungkook before, less times that you can count on your hand, nothing compares to this feeling. And that scares you more than you’d like to admit, because it’s not just physical. The way he makes you feel—cared for, seen—it’s like he’s holding you together in a way you didn’t know you needed. His desperation is raw and real, but there’s something more beneath it. A tenderness, an intimacy that makes you wonder if you’ve been underestimating what he’s been truly offering all along.

Jungkook never fails to put your pleasure first.

You realize now, with a startling clarity, that you’ve never experienced anything like this. And likely never will again. The way he makes you feel safe, even in the way he’s desperate for you now, shows just how much he values you. And even as his desire takes over, there’s this soft, underlying care that feels like it’s always been there, just waiting to surface.

His voice breaks through your thoughts, rough but somehow tender, “Look what you’ve done.” His words make your heart skip a beat, and the warmth between you deepens. You look down to see his hand back on his dick, not moving, just there. The fingers that skim through your folds falter slightly, “You make me so fucking hard,”

He finally pulls his hand away, and you can’t help but glance down at where he’s rubbing at your folds. Jungkook’s eyes stay locked on you, though, as his fingers gently press against your clit now. You gasp, feeling a shiver go through you at the contact. “Shit,” you moan, your gaze dropping, and he lets out a strangled noise, clearly feeling the heat too.

Suddenly, the water gets way too hot, and he shifts, his skin obviously uncomfortable.

Without even looking, he reaches over to adjust the temperature. You can’t help but snicker, watching him like he’s got some kind of mission to complete. “Can’t keep your hands off?” you tease, still chuckling, because honestly, it’s a little funny how much he’s trying to focus on you when he’s struggling just to turn the damn shower down.

Jungkook doesn’t laugh, though. When he turns his eyes away from your pussy and up to you, his eyebrows are furrowed, “I made it clear how much I want you, baby. And now you’re just gonna laugh at me?” He starts rubbing faster, and when he gives your clit a soft slap, you can’t help but squeal.

You get the feeling that Jungkook’s not gonna hold back tonight, and honestly? You’re kind of excited for it.

Kind of? Your buzzing for it.

He’s always been gentle with you during sex, and even on those late nights when you felt a little lonely—though, to be fair, you haven’t needed that kind of comfort in a while—you’ve always wondered… has Jungkook been holding something back? Is there a rougher, more carnal side to him?

His nose trails along your neck, and you can’t help but moan a little louder, totally under the spell of his fingers working their magic on you. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and you’re gonna scream my name,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your neck.

“A-ah—” You stutter at one particularly hard rub to your clit, and he grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing. He kisses down your body with way more enthusiasm than you expected, stopping at your chest and sucking on your nipples, each one with a little more force than you’re prepared for.

Suddenly, one harsh suck to your nipple and then his finger starts prodding in—unfortunately not adorned with his signature chunky rings this time. But either way, the sensation has you gasping and practically shouting his name. “J-Jungkook!”

He pulls away from your nipple, slamming his lips onto yours to silence the noise escaping you. You moan against his mouth as his fingers start to move slowly at first, and then he slips in another finger, picking up speed.

Jungkook’s fingers find the spot he never fails to find quickly, wether it’s with his cock or fingers.

He’s so unfair.

And you can’t help but gasp as his touch awakens a heat that spreads through your entire body. Your eyes lock, and you meet his gaze, seeing the intensity there. His hand crawls around your neck, holding it firmly in place, and the action makes you feel both anchored and completely vulnerable at the same time.

Your heart races, the sensation of his touch overwhelming you in ways you didn’t expect.

You can feel your legs grow weak, knees buckling, your body pressed up against the shower tiles for support, and Jungkook’s hand around your neck is a steady anchor. He watches you closely, the intensity in his eyes softening for a moment as he sees the way you’re trembling, his hand holding your neck just enough to remind you of his presence, his care.

There’s an unspoken understanding in the air between you—how much you’re both craving this closeness, this connection.

As his fingers move faster on your clit, the rawness of the moment hits you, and you’re left breathless. You tilt your head back further, practically looking straight up now, feeling exposed in the best way possible, as Jungkook stays close, holding you in his gaze, his face over yours as your buckling knees minimise your height, giving you something more than just the moment. He fingers you harder, rougher.

You force yourself to hold his gaze, even as your breath quickens, letting out vulnerable whimpers and strangled moans, feeling the heat between you two intensify. Jungkook breathes in deeply, his exhale brushing your face, and you notice the way his jaw clenches, the tension in his body mirroring the way you’re feeling.

“Always so fuckin’ tight,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.

His hand leaves your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and you can’t help but gasp. “J-Jungkook, please,” you moan, trying to gather enough focus to look up at him, pleading silently for a bit of mercy. You’re on the edge, and if you cum now, you don’t know how much more you can take.

He smirks down at you, his eyes full of that quiet intensity. “Please what?” he teases, tilting your head back by your hair just a little more, his grip firm.

“S-slow…” you whisper, your voice shaking from both desire and the overwhelming feeling of his fingers. And he has the audacity to chuckle and go even faster. “Can’t handle it?”

You shake your head, and his smirk only deepens, a quiet confidence in his gaze. Your heart skips when you realize that he won’t let up—he’s not backing down.

“You’re gonna take it because you’re such a good girl, right? The best girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of that same intensity. You clench around him, and he groans, caught by the tightness. He struggles for a moment, but it only makes him more determined.

His hand gently grips your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, guiding your puckered lips towards his for a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips, the touch tender despite the heat between you both.

He releases his hold on your face, his hand shifting to himself, and you can see the struggle in his expression as he moves even faster than before. The speed increases, and it catches you off guard, a wave of heat building inside you. You try to catch your breath, reaching out to grip his wrist, but he pushes your hand away, “Nggghh- Fuck!”

Then, suddenly, his touch falters for a moment, and you feel the shift as he pulls back.

What the fuck.

“I was so close!” You pout, frustration seeping into your voice.

“Enough,” he seethes, his tone sharper than you expected. His hands move to your waist, guiding you down to your knees, positioning you in front of him.

You’re on your knees, feeling a little unsteady from the moment, but there’s something about the way Jungkook stands over you, the way he watches you with such intensity that makes your heart race. You look up at him, his eyes soft but filled with an unspoken need, the muscles of his body taut and rippling in the dim light.

His strong thighs are close, the water running down his skin of his abs when you look up, the vibrancy of his coloured tattoos seem to increase under the water that cascades down his arms, creating a slight sheen that makes both of your lips drool-

Half of his face is slightly covered by the length of his hard cock above you, the sight of it is almost too much to process. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to steady yourself, but it’s hard.

He shifts slightly, length swinging, and you can feel the tension heightened in the air, the electricity between you both, as if every little movement is creating an undeniable pull. You gaze at him, the water dripping from his hair, and there’s a fire in your chest, the connection between you two so palpable it feels almost like a promise.

“You good?” His voice is softer than you expected, compared to the harshness earlier, and it makes you shiver, the warmth of his care wrapping around you.

You nod, unable to talk, feeling a mix of emotions you can barely sort through, but it’s all-consuming in a way you never expected.

He cradles your face, his gaze searching yours for some kind of reassurance, a silent question hanging between you. His hands are steady, as they grip around the base of his cock, letting out soft breaths.

He strokes his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it bounce back and smiling, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to gauge how you feel.

You meet his gaze, and there’s a mix of emotions between you—vulnerability, desire, and something deeper. The air feels charged, and without saying a word, you give him a slight nod.

He moves his tip closer to your mouth, and he grins when you try and chase it. “You want it?”

He taps it against your lips and you whine, opening your mouth, ready to take this thing in, but he moves it away, swinging it against your cheek. He groans at the impact.

You look up at him to find him grinning, holding back a laugh. “Jungkook,”

He gives in, only because it’s you. Finally pushing his tip inside your mouth.

The salty, familiar taste greets you.

Through all the times you and Jungkook had fucked, he’d made it pretty clear how much he loves receiving (as much as he does giving of course) never failing to slip it into your…sessions.

And you? You definitely aren’t complaining.

He lets you go at your own pace, and he just watches you from above as your tongue licks around his tip, watches you as you slip half of his length in your mouth, letting out the occasional grunt.

It hits him then. When you look up at him with a mouth full of cock. The impending doom of his military service that keeps popping up in his mind at the worst times possible like an annoying notification that he cant seem to swipe away.

And to will it away. He thrusts his entire length in your throat.

“Fuck…” His breath stutters, but even in his distraction, he notices your struggle. Your eyes widen as you cough, and he instinctively reaches for your temples, guiding you, trying to ground you both.

“Wanna fuck it,” He whispers, other hand tracing your jaw.

You don’t have time to protest; it’s like he’s made up his mind already. His grip on your head tightens, but you notice the strain in his expression, his face caught somewhere between pleasure and something heavier, like he’s fighting off his own thoughts.

“Mouth always feels so fuckin’ good, baby.” His breath is ragged, the quiet tension in the room thick as you look up at him, noticing the sweat on his thick neck, though it’s mostly just water. You look over slightly to the shower that’s still running.

Those damn water bills must be high.

The way his Adam’s apple moves with each breath. And worst of all, his chain that swings ever so slightly with every thrust of his hips.

What a man. You think.

Jungkook’s movements become more urgent, and you feel a deep sense of vulnerability as he looks down at you, his tip is constantly hitting the back of your throat and the tears from the gagging that you’ve been trying your hardest to push away flow freely now.

His gaze is intense, but also distant in a way. Noticing the mascara that’s running down your face, he gently reaches up to wipe it away, a tender gesture that makes your chest tighten.

His eyes linger on your face, and he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. How could he be hurting you?

And he’s mad about it.

So fucking mad, that it leads him to thrust in fully. Your nose pressed against his soft, trimmed pubes, cock tucked into your throat.

“Take it.” His grip around your hair tightens when you try to move back, your head pressing against the tiles, his pace snapping into something unforgiving. “You can handle it.”

Your tongue is flat against the underside of his dick, it fucks into you like butter. And you let him push in deeper, harder, making gargling noises around the length of it.

“Tap my leg if- Ffuck- if it gets too much, okay?” The tenderness is back, but you can only manage a barely-there nod when-

He jackhammers your fucking throat.

He really gets in there. Stopping his thrusts and just using his hand that hasn’t stopped gripping your hair like a damn vice to control your head, in, out, in, out.

The tears spill out of your eyes. The occasional grunt and “Fuck.” From Jungkook above spur you on more, until-

“Shit…” He spills into your mouth, curses and moans spilling out of his own. You keep going, sucking his cum out. It doesn’t taste like much, only the slightest hint of salt. But his cum is mostly warm, warmer than the water still cascading down his body and dripping onto yours, it runs down your throat, and you swallow as best as you can with his whole dick inside. He thrusts further, as if there was anymore space to do so, your nose pressed and twisting with the pressure he puts on your head to his pubic bone.

You barely have a moment to recover before he pulls you up, knees numb and slightly red from being on the floor for so long. You grin at him, ready to tease him with a cocky remark about making him cum in less than five minutes.

But jungkook has different ideas, turning you around with one hand around his cock, cutting off the circulation from his cock to keep it hard, “Hands here,” he orders, facing you towards the glass, voice thick, husky.

You turn your head, desperate for a kiss, and he looks like he’s about to reject you to tease, but he always gives in when it comes to you. And quickly kisses your puckered lips, letting out a soft laugh.

But that softness is gone when you feel his tip teasing your folds, His lips curl into a grin against yours before, suddenly, he pulls away.

You blink, dazed, as he steps out of the shower, water dripping from his skin, his movements unhurried, deliberate. And then you notice something that makes you smile.

Jungkook has the cutest, plumpest little butt. It’s an observation that catches you off guard, but you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes as you watch him walk over to the sink counter, dripping water everywhere, completely shameless in his search for a condom.

He turns back, brows raised. “What?”

Still grinning, you let your hands rest lightly on his ass cheek before giving a playful light smack, voice warm with amusement. “Damn, sir.”

He laughs at that, until-

"Turn around," he commands.

This man is such a contradiction.

You do, pressing your hands against the cool shower tiles as he moves behind you, his warmth a stark contrast to the misty air. His fingers skim down your sides, tracing slow, deliberate paths before settling at your ass and giving it a smack- just like you did.

His voice is low, rough with want. “Stay just like that.”

When he finally pushes into you after putting on the condom and sliding the shower door closed, a quiet gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his. His grip tightens against the wet tile, steadying you, grounding you. For a moment, neither of you move—just breathing, just feeling.

“Okay?” he breathes, clearly trying his hardest to let you adjust, his voice softer now, a thread of something unspoken laced in the question.

You nod, exhaling a quiet “Yeah.”

When he doesn’t move, you let out a frustrated sigh, pushing your hips back in silent plea—only for him to pull away at the last second. A quiet laugh leaves him, low and teasing, as his hands roam over your curves, coaxing you to bend just a little further.

At this point you’re touching your damn toes.

“Beg for it,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your spine.

Your breath stutters, your body already trembling with need. When you glance back at him, strands of wet hair clinging to your flushed face, your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“Please, Jungkook… I- need you.”

He seems satisfied, so much so that, without warning, he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him in one smooth, fluid motion. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his as he fills you completely.

A low “Fuck,” grumbles from him as he leans down, his teeth grazing your neck before soothing the bite with his lips. His hands wander, tracing every curve of your back, fingers brushing over your skin with need before rolling over your breasts. A sharp gasp escapes you when he pinches at your sensitive nipples, sending a shiver down your spine.

The pace quickens, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that has your breath hitching, your body melting into his. But the strain of holding yourself up in the position starts to creep in, the ache settling into your limbs. Jungkook notices instantly. Without a word, he slows, pulling out just long enough to spin you around, his touch firm yet careful.

Before you can catch your breath, he lifts you effortlessly, strong arms locking beneath your knees as he presses you against the cool tile of the shower wall. Your breath catches, legs tightening around his waist on instinct. His lips find yours���deep, slow, lingering—before trailing down the column of your neck.

And then he’s inside you again, the stretch just as intoxicating as before, but this time, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Just him, holding you close, moving in sync like he never wants to let go.

Your tits bounce with each powerful stroke, the water streaming down your bodies.

"Look at me," he demands, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild with lust as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He reaches down, spitting before rubbing your clit in rough circles.

You throw your head back against the tiles, lost in the sensation of his cock and fingers. Your legs tremble as he hits your G-spot, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Cum on it, baby," he growls, his hips snapping forward. You scream as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clamping down on his length. He continues to thrust through it, chasing his own release.

He pulls out, but he doesn’t let go of you. Instead, he eases you down onto the cool floor, his touch steady despite the urgency in his movements. The contrast of warmth and chill against your bare skin sends a shiver through you, but then he’s kneeling between your legs, spreading you open with deliberate care.

His fingers find you again, slipping inside with ease, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit. You jolt at the overstimulation, your body still trembling from the last high. But Jungkook isn’t done with you. His lips find your shoulder, his teeth scraping along the damp skin as his pace quickens.

“Give me another,” he murmurs, the word more like a command, you barely have time to brace yourself before the pleasure hits, this time sharper, more intense. It crashes over you in waves, your back arching, a strangled cry escaping your lips as the release takes hold-

You fucking squirt.

This man just made you squirt.

Jungkook stills for a split second—stunned, mesmerized—before a low, guttural groan leaves him. His hands grip your thighs, his breath coming out harsh as he watches the aftermath of what he’s just done to you. He doesn’t stop, coaxing more liquid from you, his touch relentless until you’re squirming beneath him, gasping his name in a desperate plea.

And then he just can’t help it, lining himself up quickly, his cock pressing into you, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, breathless kiss as he pushes inside, chasing that same desperation that has him completely undone.

Jungkook buries himself inside you in one forceful motion, his pace relentless from the start. Your hand instinctively presses against his lower abdomen, a silent plea for mercy—but he doesn’t grant it.

Instead, he grabs your wrist, pinning both of your hands above your head, his grip firm as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. His body crowds over you, leaving no space between you, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, his voice rough, edged with something desperate.

His thrusts slow, deepening, dragging every sensation out until you’re trembling beneath him. “Who makes you feel like this?”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Speak,” he grunts, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable when you shy away, cheeks burning.

When you don’t answer, he exhales sharply, jaw clenching before he snaps his hips forward, faster, rougher, forcing the answer out of you. “You won’t talk?” His voice dips lower, a growl in your ear. “Then I will.”

Each word is punctuated with another thrust, his hands tightening around yours.

“No one—” he groans, eyes locked onto yours, the weight of his words pressing into you as deeply as he does. “No one will ever make you feel like this.”

“No one will ever get you this fucking wet.”

His voice is low, strained, as if the thought alone drives him insane.

“Jungkook—please—” Your voice breaks into a cry when he angles his hips just right, hitting that spot that sends shockwaves through you.

He groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “No one will ever—fuck—hit that spot. My spot.”

Letting go of your wrists, his hand slides down, wrapping around your throat—not tight, just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence, the control he refuses to let slip. You gasp, a moan spilling out before you can stop it.

“Now tell me.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Tell me.” His thrusts stop completely, leaving you desperate, aching, hovering on the edge.

“I—” You swallow, the heat in his gaze making it impossible to look away. “It’s you, Jungkook—fuck—you always make me feel like this. Always make me feel so fucking good.”

His smirk is slow, dark, satisfied.

“Good,” And then he’s moving again, faster, deeper, making sure you never forget it.

After three particularly deep thrusts that leave you gasping, he suddenly pulls out, his grip firm as he shifts you away from the shower wall. Then, without a word, he leans back against the glass, legs spread, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Ride it,” he rasps, voice thick with need. “Like you fucking mean it.”

Your knees feel weak, but you straddle him anyway, pulse hammering as you take in the way he looks—hair soaked, jaw clenched, abs glistening under the water, waiting for you with confidence. He tilts his head, watching you with a dark, expectant smirk.

“And don’t disappoint me.”

You sink down slowly, but his impatience gets the best of him. He pulls your hips down firmly, and you gasp, your face instinctively burying into his neck as you try to steady yourself. The weight of his breath on your skin heightens the moment.

“Like that…” he breathes, voice strained.

You respond, moving more urgently, caught up in the heat between you, eager to give him everything he’s asking for, every part of you desperate to feel him deeper.

You whine softly, lifting your head to watch him, his face scrunched cutely in concentration. As soon as your eyes meet, the tension between you heightens, raw and desperate. When your movements hit that familiar spot, you gasp, your head falling back, overwhelmed. His hands find your waist, guiding you, encouraging your every movement.

The sounds of the shower, mixed with soft grunts and the rush of water, fill the space. Then, in a swift motion, Jungkook reaches over to the showerhead. You don’t see it, but you feel the change — the cold metal against your skin as he adjusts it and presses the thrashing water against your poor little clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out, your movements momentarily stopping, as the sensation overwhelms you.

“Move,” he commands in a low growl, urging you to continue as his grip tightens, his desperation clear, pushing you both to the edge.

You force yourself to move, following his encouragement, but you can feel his restraint — his teeth gritted, holding back, as the rush of water continues to hit you. You adjust your pace, slow and deliberate, as the heat builds between you both.

His lips trail over your skin, sucking your nipples and practically anything he can get his lips on, and it becomes overwhelming. The sensation is too much, and before you can stop it, the wave of pleasure takes over. You stop your thrusts and sink down fully on his cock, “Nggghgh- Fuck Fuck Fuck!” feeling how his whole length fills you up, and he groans as your body responds, tightening around him.

In that moment, the showerhead slips from his grasp, falling to the floor as the world around you fades into the rush of emotions and the overwhelming connection between you both.

He presses his lips to your forehead as you gasp, your body trembling beneath his touch. You let out a soft whine from overstimulation from the sheer amount of times Jungkook has made you cum tonight, and he reacts quickly, gently pulling away before turning you around.

His chest presses against your back, and you feel the weight of him behind you, “I’ll be quick,” he reassures with a kiss to your temple.

With his feet planted firmly against the floor, he thrusts upward, cock pounding in, balls slapping against your…other hole. His movements relentless. You can hear the sounds of his moans, fast and heavy, as he pushes himself closer to the edge.

You let out a gasp, and despite the overwhelming rush, he’s focused, consumed by his own need. He holds you firmly, both arms around your waist, his breath hot against your ear. “Take it,” he murmurs, the words filled with urgency.

"Fuck," Jungkook grunts in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Taking it so well." He starts thrusting harder, his hips slamming against your ass with each forceful drive inside you. "Your pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to use it however I want, whenever I want."

The dirty talk combined with the intense stimulation has you spiraling closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate. But Jungkook isn't ready to let you come again yet. He wants to watch you fall apart first.

Suddenly, he pulls out with urgency, your slick walls clenching around nothing. Your ass hits the cold, wet floor with a loud thud as he withdraws, the sensation jolting you out of your haze of pleasure. But before you can even register being pissed at him for stopping, he reaches down and rips the condom off his throbbing cock.

Jungkook starts fisting himself rapidly, his tatted arm flexing as he chases his release. With a low groan, he tilts his hips up and aims his cock at your face. Hot ropes of cum shoot out, coating your features - your lips, cheeks, nose, even your eyes. You can't help but gasp at the intensity of it, overwhelmed by the sight and smell of him marking you like this.

But Jungkook isn't done yet. Still sensitive from coming so hard, he pushes the tip of his cock against your soft, plush lips. "Open," he commands gruffly. As you part your lips, he smears his sticky cum all over them before pushing inside your mouth to deposit the rest on your tongue. "Clean me up,”

You dutifully suck him clean, hollowing your cheeks to draw out every last drop. Once he's satisfied, Jungkook lets out a shuddering sigh and gently caresses your face. "Beautiful," he murmurs admiringly.

Spent from his powerful orgasm, Jungkook helps you up from your knees, rests against you as you both catch your breath. You nuzzle your face against his softening cock, your only response a contented mewl.

When it’s over, the only sound in the room is the dripping of water and the jagged rhythm of your breaths.

Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, a lazy, satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

“Still tired?”

You would shove him if you could move.

——

After showering, you both move through his night routine effortlessly, like this is something you’ve done a hundred times before.

And maybe you have. Maybe not in this exact way, but the way he lets you exist in his space—undisturbed, welcomed, wanted—it’s enough to make your chest ache.

You open his bathroom drawer, reaching for his toothpaste, when—

You pause.

Your toothbrush is still there.

Tucked neatly in the corner, exactly where you left it the last time.

A quiet, warm feeling spreads through your chest.

You bite your lip, smiling down at it like an idiot.

Jungkook, already slathering on his absurdly expensive moisturizer, catches your expression in the mirror.

“What?” he asks, brow raised.

You look at him, giddy for no reason. “You kept my toothbrush?”

He blinks. Looks at the drawer. Then at you.

“Yeah?” His voice is flat, like he doesn’t get why this is a big deal. “I wasn’t gonna throw it away.”

You just stare at him.

And then—God, you wanna kiss him.

Jungkook notices. Because, of course, he does.

His lips curl into a smirk, but instead of teasing, he just grabs his serum.

“C’mere, baby.”

You blink. “What?”

He gestures you over, unscrewing the cap. “I know you wanna steal my skincare, might as well let me do it for you.”

Your heart squeezes.

The last time you were here, you made a throwaway comment about how one day, you were gonna steal all his expensive skincare.

And he remembered.

You let him tilt your chin up, his hands gentle as he works the product into your skin. His fingers move slow, precise, careful. He explains what each product does, but you stop listening.

Because you’re tired.

And you’re warm.

And you feel so fucking safe right now.

Jungkook notices.

Halfway through his sentence, he catches the way your blinks get slower, the way you sway slightly.

So he just—stops talking.

And takes care of you instead.

Quietly, effortlessly.

He dresses you in the hoodie you came in, slipping you into it with soft, careful hands. Leaves you just in your panties, because he guessed you like to sleep that way.

Then, he strips down to his briefs, scoops you up into his arms like you weigh nothing, and carries you to bed.

You instinctively nuzzle into his chest, body molding to him without thinking.

Jungkook laughs under his breath, setting you down, tucking the blanket over you.

Within seconds, you’re out.

And he—

He just lays there. Watching you. Thinking.

His heart is so fucking full, but so goddamn heavy.

You don’t know.

You don’t know he’s leaving in three weeks. That every time he touches you, every time he kisses you, teases you, makes you laugh, holds you like this—he’s counting down the days.

And he’s had enough of it.

Enough of lying, hiding, hurting you without you even knowing.

So he promises himself, right then and there—

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he’ll tell you.

For now, he just pulls you closer, presses his lips to your hair, and lets himself fall asleep next to you.

Like he’ll get to do it forever.

[arlerts-angel]

hi!! would i be able to request a smut drabble where the reader meets eren at a party and they end up fucking? erens lowkey a manwhore but when he meets the reader hes smitten immediately <3 theyre both super hornt but the reader is shy n eren takes the lead. sorry if it isnt specific enough or u dont feel like writing. manbun jaeger just has me in a chokehold icl

✎ᝰ a/n: ahhh thank you for this request!! it's a big longer than a drabble (i hope that's okay!) and i hope i did him justice! this is my first eren fic 🖤

☆ wc: 1.1k

⚠︎ cw: dom!eren jaeger x fem reader, porn with some plot, semi-public sex (outside jean & eren's place) degradation, oral sex (m&f receiving), gagging (while sucking him off), penetrative sex, eren has a tongue piercing, pet names (good girl, slut, brat, baby, pretty girl)

♡ taglist: @callm3senpaii @levilxvr @fuyuswifey @stoned-eren @jeannineee @angelescent @softlilpeachxx @girlybelle @arlertwitch @crazychaoticizzy @i-literally-cant-with-this

★彡 𝙒𝙊𝘼𝙃.ᐟ 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙂𝙊?

"christ, kirstein... there's no way you know all these people." eren thinks to himself, pushing past everyone in the congregation. he opens and shuts the door quickly. he grabs the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and taps it on his hand before taking one out and lighting it. he brings it to his lips.

inhale.

he closes his eyes, soaking in the sound of mostly silence, accompanied only by muffled music and his thoughts.

exhale.

he blows a cloud of smoke past his lips and is greeted by a voice behind him. "do you mind if i stay out here with you for a moment?" truthfully, he did mind... until he got a good look at the girl approaching him.

"nah. you good?" he asks, taking another hit of his cigarette. you nod. "yeah, just over the party already." he smirks. "you too?" you nod and giggle. "yeah, one of my friends dragged me here." "i see. name's eren." he glances over at you and offers you his cigarette. you shake your head and politely decline. "no thank you, i don't smoke."

"oh yeah? you're a good girl then, huh? that's why you don't wanna be here." your cheeks grow warm at the sound of "good girl" coming from the pretty boy's lips. you try to respond but words fail you, causing you to stutter helplessly. he takes one last drag before putting the cigarette out.

"you liked that. i can tell." he licks his lips, a hint of light shines on the ball of his tongue piercing. he looks you up and down, feeling a tent grow in his pants. "good girl, hm? bet you fuck like a slut." he grins, glancing over at you. you squeeze your legs together, feeling your wetness collect in your panties. "wouldn't you like to know?" you retort.

"oh, is that right?" he inches closer to you and grabs your jaw in his big hand, forcing you to look at his green eyes. "i love putting brats like you in their place. get on your knees or i'll put you on them myself." your eyes are glossy with anticipation and excitement. as quickly as your heart beats you fall to your knees, looking up at him as he unbuckles his belt.

he pulls his massive cock out of his pants and pumps it lazily in his hand. "open that pretty mouth, baby." he growls. you open your mouth at his command, jolting at the feeling of his cock slapping against your tongue. "now be a good girl and suck my dick." you hesitate for a moment. "i can't, 's too big. i'll choke—" he pulls your hair into a messy ponytail in his hand. "ah–!"

"you'll sound so pretty choking on my cock." he coos, pushing the tip past your lips. that was all the encouragement you needed. you accepted each inch into your mouth until you couldn't fit any more. you begin bobbing your head up and down against his shaft slowly, working up the courage to quicken your pace. you look up at him, batting your tear-soaked lashes at him. "fuck i can't look at you like that. i'll cum." he groans.

you hum around his cock as your tongue swirls around his tip. he grips onto your hair tighter and fucks his cock deeper into your throat, making the walls of your throat contract as you gag. he grunts as he feels his cock twitch. "god damn it. i like that, baby. think you can handle one more time?" you nod and allow his cock to assault your throat. once more, your throat tightens. "ah fuck— just like that baby." he groans, shooting his hot load into your mouth. "so good. so fuckin' good for me."

you swallow the semen he so graciously gifted to you. he helps you off the ground and kisses your lips hungrily. "your turn, princess. can't wait to taste you." he slides your dress up and rubs your pussy over your wet panties. "no use in wearing these. they're soaked baby... and i haven't even touched you." he smirks and hooks his fingers into the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them to the side.

with your back against the wall, eren gets on his knees and licks stripes up and down your slit before tongue-fucking your entrance. "sweeter than fuckin' candy... this pussy... it's fuckin' mine now." his tongue settles at your clit, flicking it eagerly. the vibrations of his grunts and groans against your bud and the silver ball of his tongue piercing stimulate you further.

"shit—! e-eren–!" you mewl, grabbing onto his hair for leverage. your legs begin to shake and you feel yourself getting close. "gonna cum–ah–!"

eren moans while watching you cum on his face. he slurps up the rest of your juices before slipping two fingers into your pussy. he kisses his way up to your lips, sloppily making you taste yourself. you whine as he pulls his fingers out. "i look forward to breaking you, princess. ready for my cock?" you nod in response, dropping to all fours.

he rubs his cockhead up and down your wet slit, teasing your needy, achy cunt. "gonna mold this pussy just for me." he sighs, slowly sliding the tip into your inviting entrance. once he's past your folds, he thrusts a couple of times to fit himself all the way in you. "shit baby. pretty tight for such a slutty pussy." he slurs.

"mmph–! eren–! fuck me already–! please..." you beg. "tch. you want it so bad? fuck yourself on my cock." he growls. you groan and thrust yourself back and forth on his shaft, quickening your pace as you adjust to his length. he holds onto your hips and pulls you back faster and harder on his cock. "keep it up baby, just like that. shiiiiit..." he groans and reaches a hand under neath and rubs your clit vigorously. "want you to cum all over my cock, pretty girl. mkay?"

you nod and shut your eyes. "fuck—! eren–!" the knot in your stomach tightens and snaps. your walls clench around him as he fucks you through your second orgasm. "fuck yeah baby, i'm gonna cum–" he says with gritted teeth, thrusting one last lazy time into you before pulling out and painting the small of your back and ass with his cum.

for a moment you both collect your thoughts and catch your breaths, looking at each other and smirking. you can't help but hope to keep seeing him. he's mesmerizing, fun, and undeniably gorgeous.

he helps you up and into his arms. "wanna join me in the shower? i'll take care of you... you can even borrow one of my shirts." you accept his hug and agree. "sure, but only if i can get your number." he rolls his eyes light-heartedly and leads you to the door.

"tch. like i'd fuckin let you leave without it."

dividers by benkeibear

[zmediaoutlet]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! Do you think Sam and Dean are into roleplay? We know Dean has a certain... appreciation for cowboys. What other kinds of scenarios might they get up to?

aw, bud! happy wincest wednesday to you! if you were not anon I would send you a fun ask but instead I send you this big wet alcoholic aunt smoochies, muah muah muah--

Here's the thing, tho. I think Dean is into roleplay. I think Sam actively suffers through the misery of being soulmated to this absolute, ridiculous dork.

Roleplays that Dean has suggested and Sam has, horrified, either flat-out denied or done in such a half-assed way that Dean just gives up and they either have boring regular sex or they fully end up watching Beverly Hills Cop 2 instead:

definitely cowboys at least once. I mean they retained the outfits in that s7 episode. Sam briefly attempted some authentic frontier gibberish and Dean just gave up.

doctor: Dean's Dr Sexy crush continues unabated, and Sam was actually in the white coat for a pretext, and they ended up in an empty room and Dean tried to get Sam to do porn doctor talk but he was so honestly hot for the white coat that they just fucked regular styley and forgot

sex pollen: Dean, Star Trek nerd, attempted to get Sam to go with him on the whole pon farr thing. Sam, genuine actual nerd, thought too much about how that would even work on a societal level and Dean gave up and they just watched Wrath of Khan.

pirates: immediate no-go after Dean said 'arr' and Sam went 'are you kidding', and also realized that Dean thought he was the pirate and that Sam was the trapped maiden or whatever and went, wait, hang on, not a chance in fucking hell--

So it doesn't go great for Dean. Once, though, Sam admits that, maybe, um, like, it could be kind of interesting if they, uh, maybe--

and by the time Dean gets Sam to spit it out he's so hornt about the prospect of Sam actually going for something that they just fuck about it early, but then later, when the timing's right, Dean knocks on Sam's bedroom door wearing that one red shirt and Sam sits up with his heart in his throat and he pulls on the sling that they'd saved from ages ago, because you might need a sling, never know--and Dean feels almost queasy when he crawls on top of Sam in the bed and says Sammy, you forgot to paint the trap, except that Sam's hard as a rock and already breathing weird and, you know what, maybe it's not for always, but he can think of some asshole things to say with the black echoes of a demon's memory and Sam, it turns out, will go with this roleplay very easily indeed.

[moonjellysfeast]

Ishna - Introduction

"Chinese lilies are so beautiful... I hope I'm as pretty as them"

He/him - Asomiya American - 5'7 

Looks: Pear shaped and very plush. Periwinkle eyes with long eyelashes. Ash brown skin (#98623C) covered in little moles. He has plump lips and a flat nose. His hair is a warm black and goes down to his midback, it's wavy and very voluminous. He's overall very soft in texture; silky hair, smooth skin, etc, and very warm too. 

He's akin to a husky in many ways, especially with how he can look so ethereal and then be asking you to do deplorably nasty shit to him(Like eat him! or just cut him up). Of course, he's only willing to ask you these things if you directly allow him to. He won't ever directly approach you about his feelings but if you give him an inch he will drag you off to be wed the next day. He has the wedding planned already, its all he does throughout the day. Especially when you don't have work. He has absolutely zero life and leeches money from his parents so he can spend every moment of every day either stalking you, planning your future, or murdering/threatening anyone you seem annoyed with. If you don't do anything, he will just continue to stalk you and become slowly more violent. Let him continue and soon you'll have no customers and probably get fired cuz he saw you talk to coworkers and was too far gone. Don't worry! You can fix him, train him to be an attack dog.

He's definitely very autistic, I didn't intend that but I came up with him based on the piercing bule eyes thing and somehow it snowballed. Tbh all my ocs are probably neurodivergent, I understand it better. 

Flavor profile: His meat is slightly sweet and always very very juicy. He has a slightly citrusy flavor that melds very well with the iron in his blood. I suggest eating mainly from his thighs and ass as they have the most juicy cuts, but be sure not to waste the rest of the legs. Also be sure not to remove too much from his ass or you'll dearly miss it. Pair a cut of him with a crisp vegetable as a palate cleanser and a peachy drink and you'll never want to eat anything else.

Hornt time:

He is big big into you eating him and generally blood. His favorite sexual fantasy is for you to be eating a meal made of him while you fuck him under the table. He's very vocal with sex and tends to cry very prettily. Dig your fingers into any wounds he may have during sex and he'll lose all ability to think. He definitely has a bit of a fixation with your mouth, tell him you're going to eat his dick when you suck him off, he'll cum faster and harder than you thought possible, bite him all the time, anywhere. He's only really focused on you and your pleasure so he wouldn't care where you wanted to fuck him, hell he probably wouldn't even realize anyone else was there. His only big no is for you to leave him somewhere. You can tie him up and not touch him at all, he'd still be able to cum just knowing he's pleasuring you somehow. But if you walk away? He immediately panics and will tear himself to pieces trying to get to you. He wants nothing more than to be useful for you.

[madame-fear]

🧚🏻‍♀️🪄Call me a hornt fairy godmother cause I’m coming here to cleanse your inbox with some sexy older Lucerys😏

My girl @still-jon-snow and I are obsessed with him and I know you love older Luke as much as we do😊

HOT OLDER LUKE HAS BEEN BLESSED INTO MY ASK BOX —and hence blessed my day— AAAAAAHAHAHSHEHHSHWJJEJD 🩷🩷✨✨

I want to smooch the people who did these beautiful drawings of hot older!Luke because MAN, what a way to have me swooning like a schoolgirl with a crush... 😌 thank you so so much for blessing my ask box with such cutie patootie!! Definitely made my dayyyy ahhdhdjajdjfj 🥹🩷

[shieldofiron]

Ok transfemme MDS and Billy doing gender affirming subbing for your dom Steve needs

Oh TW for being SOOOOO hornt. Hornt up. I really needed some Mean Domme Steph content too, you're so real for this.

PWP under the cut, short but sweet.

If Stephanie Harrington had made a bet in high school on whether Billy Hargrove would be supportive of her transition... she would have lost.

"M-mistress Steph," Billy groans when she licks the lip. "P-please."

"You gonna be my good boy?" She asks.

"Y-yes, yes, Steph," His blue eyes are glazed with lust. His tongue, that fucking tongue that already ate her out until she cried, lolls out, because this was still Billy fucking Hargrove, he of the cigarette scented skin and Cali cool curls.

And he has been such a good boy. Got her off already, and then some.

"Please, it's been hours and-" Billy glances down at her and then looks away, straining against the cuffs holding him to Stephanie's bed. "You're so fucking beautiful. Jesus Christ..."

Steph blinks up at him, taken aback a moment. She hastens to grab his blindfold and put it back into place, too nervous to be under that wide blue gaze.

"Don't stop! Oh fuck, please, please don't stop! Don't- Steph, please," He groans. "I'll be so good, Steph-"

"You think I'm beautiful?" She sits up a little.

"Is that a fuckin' joke?" He looks down at her, panting, with his tongue out. "Prettiest fucking girl. Steph, come on, I'm dyin'..."

He arches into it when she starts stroking again.

"What... ah. What do you think is beautiful?" Stephanie asks softly, pausing her hand again.

"Come on, Steph, you know you're gorgeous," Billy shakes his head. "And you're so nice to me, take care of me. You're... just... Steph. I can't explain it you just are. Love when you tease me, even though it k-kills me."

Stephanie looks down at herself. Most of the time she feels like a mess, still too nervous to dress in anything that isn't something her mom helps her buy at stores that are too scared to gainsay the grand Evelyn Harrington. She still has almost no tits. Most of the time she can't even look at herself. She's awkward, and horny, and college is hell, and Billy is the only person she knows. Starting a friends with benefits type relationship with him was perhaps not the smartest thing to do, but she'd already done it.

"But I'm-" Dysphoric? Lost? Strange? Trans? All of it?

Billy pants. "Don't you fuckin' dare. That's my lady. Don't insult her. Even if you are her."

"Your... lady?"

Billy raises his head, frowning. Even behind the blindfold Stephanie can tell he's glaring. "Yes. My fuckin' lady."

There's something about the way he growls it that makes it more real. He doesn't try to sweet talk her. He kind of spits it. He's so cheesy and kind of rough and yet... it works for her.

"Steph, is this getting you off, darlin'?" He tongues the air.

Stephanie's stomach fills with butterflies even while she rolls her eyes.

"Please, Steph. I wanna-" He cuts himself off with a bitten lip.

She strokes him again, adoring how his body rolls with pleasure.

"Want to what, my good boy? You don't want me to leave you like this?"

"N-no! Steph, I wanna hold you-" He mutters.

"What? I can't hear you, good boy."

"I wanna f-fuckin' hold you," He bit out.

Stephanie speeds up without really thinking about it, her mind still stuck on what he'd said. He gasps a few times, pink mouth open wide, rolling his head back and forth on the pillow in a way that can't be good for his curls.

Slowly she reaches up and pulls off the blindfold. Blue eyes eat up her face eagerly. Nerves sparking, she moves up, trying not to hide her body behind the bed.

"There you are. My lady," Billy smiles. "I love you."

She blinks in confusion, but can't help but smile back.

"I love you, I fucking love you Stephanie," He says right as she tips him over the edge, running her thumb along the tip of his cock.

When she finally cleans him off and undoes the cuffs, she hesitates before lying down next to him.

"There you are," He says.

"Hi."

He grins. "Hi."

He wraps his arms around her and tugs her close.

There's almost no room in the dorm bed, but Billy's so close she can feel the movements of his lungs.

"You ok?" He asks softly.

"Yeah uh... yeah."

"Steph," He cradles her face. "I mean it. I want us to be together. I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you... please?"

"I know," She says, realizing that she does. She did know. She just didn't want to admit it. "I love you too, Billy."

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https://www.tumblr.com/redactedwriting/777122194533777408/filling-all-our-favorite-boys-with-some-kind-of?source=share

hooooooo boy im too chicken to write this as a fic but ill spitball here for if i ever feel brave enough.

andy starts feeling it first but he controls himself until the rest of the guys start to complain about how weird and hornt theyre feeling. and then he pins the nearest guy into a wall and asks in his sweet voice if he can fuck them. meanwhile hes staring them down with the hungriest eyes and practically drooling. they never fuckin stood a chance

PINNING JOE TO THE WALLLLLLLLLLLL please god let andy pin joe. it’s what they both deserve. joe should be loopy horny and andy should come onto him like predator to prey, pin him to the wall, bite his neck hard enough to leave a dark mark and then shove his hands down the front of joes pants the second he gets the okay <3