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leboutique-lily · 4 years ago

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Hey I just read a fic and omg. I'd like to request a Jungkook smut. a virgin going through all the bases nervously but excited and obviously very horny and wet. he fingers her and then when he feels how wet she is he just has to taste her. he makes her squirt eating her out and then he fucks her with his big cock 🥵 and she's so small, but takes it and just about cries and begs to cum again and then he finds out her daddy kink and makes her squirt as she screams Daddy and then aftercare pls🌸

A thousand years later, here I'm. I'm so sorry sweet anon, life carried me away... but here I am, hopping that somehow you find this 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Here it is ❤

° Boyfriend!Jungkook》female!reader

° Smut, Fluff, Jungkook (cause he's a warning)

° Kissing, nudity, one little bite, orgasm control, oral (female receive), hand job, light dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, penetration, fingering, loss of virginity, sweet sweet jungkook, than teasing jungkook, then sweet jungkook, nice reader I like her, so much blushing.

• This is unedited in a level that I can't even comprehend. I'm sorry!

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BLUSH

Hot.

A burning feeling spreading across your checks, the carmine color tinting the soft skin and bringing amusement to your beloved.

The sweet boy seated beside you, gigling from your flustered state - one that he brought upon you, for a fact - too happy with himself for being the one able to make you melt like an ice cream on the Saara desert.

He love the red dust on your face, going down your neck, the way you can't keep eye contact or talk without stutter and tumble on your words. This are the moments that he lives for. You on the other hand just want to dig a whole to the other side of the world and dive on it.

The reason why you're at this state? Well this time, a movie.

You guys were watching some good old action movie, then it went from punches and dynamite (yeah) to other explosive actions.

The couple on the screen started a heated make out session that move on to a very... hot as hell fuck. There was legs and arms and skin everywhere, but what cough your attention was the dominance that the male oozed, soft but present.

Jungkook is a very observant young man, he can catch every nuance and every flick of reaction from you. You were there, certain that you were keeping your cool, a nice and blanted face to a normal thing such as a hot steamy sex, kind of loud too.

But, girl... you were so wrong. He could read you like an open book and he couldn't resist to tease you. He loves teasing you.

"Are you okay there, baby?"

That sly smirk and amused tone that he failed to hide getting on your nerves.

"Yes. I'm totally fine, why wouldn't I?"

You know when you try to sound light and confident but instead end it up like what despair would sound like? Yup, that was you right now and you know why? Because you know once your little shit of a boyfriend catch that, you wouldn't hear the end of it. And that my friends, was what happened.

"Oh... I don't know baby. You seem a little... tense? You know? Is there something that is making you blush like this?"

"B-Blush? No, no I'm not blushing Kookie! Pfh... blushing.. " a very fake laugh coming along with the disastrous sentences you've just spilled.

His smile just growth more, he was leading you exactly where he wanted.

"Oh but you are baby... aaaaall the way down here" he said with his finger suddenly tracing a line from your cheeck to you cleavage. Your skin awakening with a shiver from his touch.

With your eyes closed in concentration you forced the words out.

"It's.. it's the warm weather Kookie. It's hot in hear."

"Well, that's strange baby, cuz you see... we have the AC on and like... 15 minutes ago you said you were freezing."

His bunny like smile and big eyes shining in his little victory.

"I.. I don't.." and that my friend is all that left those pretty lips of yours, just mumbling words with no sense, making your boyfriend hold you in his arms cooing at how adorable you looked flustered.

"Cute" his giggle following the little statement.

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Later that night you couldn't take that damn scene from your head and maybe imagining how Jungkook's hands would feel against your skin in that way wasn't helping that much.

He was in the shower, putting that majestic voice to good use and all you could think about was how much you wanted to hear your name in a raspy tone falling from your boyfriend's lips. Listen to me here... girl, that monument of a man hovering over you, with hunger eyes and a huge- Oh, okay... calm down.

One would look at this scenario and think of one simple solution, have sex. But things were not that simple... it could be actually, but your overthinking mind wouldn't allow you the pleasure of the peace of mind.

You never done this before, the sex part. Hot make out sessions (Oh yes), the heavy breathing and his hands grabbing the supple flash of your ass was definitely one of the best things in the world. But everytime things got a little bit "too hot" he would sense your nerves and stop without you even have to say so. That was Jungkook, always attentive of the details. But tonight something shifted, you feel this need almost like a itching that you can't reach. But he can.

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't see Jungkook getting out the bathroom drying his hair with a towel while a bigger one is wrapped securely around his waist. Damn. You startle from your thoughts and automatically start to stare at his figure, the little drops of water that escaped the towel running down his torso, his gorgeous abs, down to the hem of the towel reaching his... oh it must be pretty.

Stop, what are you thinking?!

"Baby..?" He's looking at you with curiosity all over his face.

"Hm?" You eyes never leaving his crotch area.

He chuckled at your unmoving eyes, a dumb face. But so cute. He was dying to test something and now seemed a really good time.

"Babygirl." He said in a lower voice. Your body reacted instantly, eyes shooting up at him. His face at least.

A small smirk taking place on his lips at the way your checks started to get rosy again. God he loved that adorable pink shade on your skin...

"There's something on that beautiful mind of yours. Would you care to share with me baby?"

"Oh. Hm... n-nothing Kookie, I was just... it's nothing really"

Don't get me wrong, you're confident. But when it comes to anything to do with Jungkook all your resolve seems to crumble. Fast. He was starting to get worried, so he approached you and took a seat facing you. The fresh and light smell of his soup and his shampoo enveloping your senses like a drug.

"What's wrong baby?" His doe eyes searching any sign of distress on yours.

He waited for your answer but you couldn't formulate any word. You wanted to say that you were ready, but without melting down on the mattress.

"Y/N you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you" his voice so gentle that you felt guilty for getting him so worried over you.

"I know Kookie, you don't need to worrie... I just - I want to tell you something but I don't know how or apparently don't have the courage to do it now." You laugh trying to light it up the mood.

"Its okay baby, take your time. There's no rush" he takes your hand in his. The ink decorating his skin marvelling you, you feel that he might not be rushing you, but you need to spit it out.

"I think... Jungkook, I'm ready." You say in one breath.

He looks at you as if trying to figure it out what you mean by that and you can see in his expression when he understand. His eyes go wide and he let out a quiet "oh" from his rounded lips. 'That's why she's so nervous' he thought.

"Oh baby, are you sure? You don't need to do anything you don't want to, I can wait, for as much as you need." You interrupt him before he keeps going.

"Jungkook, I'm sure, really. I want you..."

The last part barely a whisper, but his ears catch it. His eyes darkened at your words, shy and small, but he can feel the truth behind it.

Shifting closer to you, you feel the warmth from his body - he's always so warm- his smell surrounding you and his hand holding your chin to make you look at him.

"Say it again. Louder." His voice is more assertive but still sweet. His stare makes your stomic seem to be full of butterflies, a shiver runs down your body.

"I want you Jungkook..." you muster all the voice that you can find in that moment.

You barely finish talking and his lips are on yours in a passionate kiss. Sweet but passionate, just like him.

His hands finding solace on your waist, pulling you closer and taking you in his lap. Like magnets your fingers go straight to his fluffy hair, the soft long locks in a deep brown making pretty waves between your digits. His hands on a much more feverish manner, descend to grip the flesh of your hips and tights, up your back on your neck and repeating everything as if trying to cover all your body with his touch at the same time. As if this was the only chance that he would ever get to have you like this, even knowing that the thought if far from the truth.

When he pulls your hips closer, you can feel his hardening cock covered by the towel, pressing on your clit lightly but enough to send little shocks of pleasure through your body. You gasp in his mouth, hands tightening on his hair earning a groaning sound to fall from his red lips.

He slowly turned your body and laid you down on the soft sheets, his body hovering over yours. The atmosphere seemed to change a bit, his eyes tender locking you in place, hypnotizing you while his hands were delivering sweet touches on your checks, it felt like he was trying to memorize everything, everything detail of you, of this moment.

His lips sealed the dulcet feeling that was in the air, slowly and sensuously. It felt... so good...

Kisses trailing down your jaw, behind your ear and down your neck, the feeling of his hair against your skin, his warm tongue coming out to lick little blooming flowers on your clavicle.

His hands find the hem of your pajama shirt while his eyes asked for permission. Your nod was enough for him right now, and soon you were half top naked. Your first reaction was to cover yourself, your arms trying to hide your hardening nipples from your boyfriend's eyes.

He was not going to allow it, you're to beautiful for him...

"No baby, don't hide from me. You're so beautiful... so perfect for me."

He said moving your arms from your breasts, laying your hands down.

His eyes scanning ever piece of skin exposed to him, he wanted to devour you whole. Every little piece... but he had to be patient today, above all days. There would be plenty of time to ruin you in the future.

He lowered his chest to yours to whisper in your ear

"I've waited so long to see you like this and I would've waited much more... but I'm so happy to finally have you, all of you.. "

His low voice sending shivers down your spine making you whine quietly at his words.

He's lips were on one nipple before you could notice him moving, catching you of guard gasping in surprise, while his fingers played with the other one.

The warm and wet feeling from his mouth addicting you immediately, his tongue lavishing the taut bud sucking it in waves, such a amazing sensation.

Your hands grabbing on his strong arms for support, you were panting already and all he did was kiss you and play with your nipples. Kind scared if you were going to survive this.

"You like this baby? Hmm? It feels good?"

As you're going to answer him, he sucked the other nipple in his hot mouth making you moan instead of speak.

"So sensitive.."

"Answer me babygirl, you like the feeling of my tongue? My mouth sucking this pretty nipple raw..."

""Y-yes, Kookie it feels so good" you somehow managed to answer him.

'Let's see what else she's gonna call me until the end of night' he tough. Eager to confirm his suspicions.

With a pop he released the sore bud and trailed his fingers down your belly, one hand firm, holding your waist in place and supporting your arched back.

His fingers meet the hem of your panties, tracing the line of elastic on the cotton, you tights pressed together in anxiety and in seek of some relief. Then he trace a line down your pantie covered center, feeling your slit below de fabric, the soft wet patch forming there from how wet you were getting.

The little electric waves that his light touch was providing you already got you hooked.

"Can you open your legs for me baby?" Your legs were still shut providing him almost no space to work, so you opted to let them part instead of saying anything because seriously, you're in no condition. Slowly he moved aside to give you room and put one of your tights on top of his leg, keeping you open.

"You've soaked through babygirl... is this all for me? Hm?" Your mind had already succumbed to his touch, his words were just an addition to the trap he lured you in, but that didn't stop the blush from coming.

He loved how you looked right now, so small with those big eyes looking up at him and your pussy all wet. It was his dream coming true.

Without waiting anymore he got your panties off and back to his position, you felt his fingers parting your lips, messing with your slick. The moan you let out at the feeling made his cock twitch, you sounded so fucking good.

Your sensitivity was his favorite thing, how every little thing he did got you squirming.

You could feel the wetness dripping down your cheekbums, his breathing on your ear showing that he was not doing better than you.

The tight circles on your clit driving you wild "you're so fucking wet, holy shit baby... can you hear it? How delicious you sound.."

"Kookie... it's so good"

"I know baby... you feel so good too." Then he pressed one finger in slowly, the intrusion surprisingly good. "There you go... such a good girl" He was going as slow so he could to give you time. To help you relax, he wanted you to feel good, in your time. No matter how much his cock felt like it would explode, this was about you, his words whipered to you, making you whimper in pleasure, thrusting in you entrance, once he felt you relax he add another finger making the strech bigger. Your head was thrown back, hands gripping his arm and the sheets, moans thrown to the wind in bliss.

"I need to taste you" He said in a frenzy, desperate to feel you on his tongue. The sounds of your wet pussy were gonna hunt him every night and his mouth on your cunt too.

His soft lips made a bee line to your bellybutton, changing for a straight path down to your navel. He looks up at you, those doe eyes now vivid in a dark almost black color. Keeping his eyes on you, he planted a soft kiss on your mound, and kiss after kiss down to the center of your pussy. The only moment he closes his eyes is when he gets right at your entrance and a fresh wave of you scent hits his nostrils, awakening his hunger even more.

"I can smell you... - already anticipating your reaction, he holds your legs apart - you smell so good baby." He delivers a long lick to your folds "And you taste even better.."

You whimper at his crude words, they are bold but he says it in such a sweet manner. He seems to be in the perfect balance, dirty and sweet. Rought and delicate. Firm but gentle in every gesture.

"May I taste you, baby? Please... I'm dying to feel you on my tongue for so long."

You nod you head so fast that gets you slightly dizzy. The eagerness overpowering the timidness.

He chuckles at you reaction, how can you be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time?

His eyes unwavering on yours, as if trapping you on his spell. You only notice how he maneuvered your body when you feel the skin of your tights meeting your torso. Then you realise how exposed you are.

"Jungk - " before you could knowledge your shock, he gives a long warm lick from bottom to top on your sex. His eyes never leaving yours. He thrives in the gasp you let out and the way your eyes close in pleasure. Your taste dancing on his tongue like Ambrosia, he decided that this is how he wants to spend his days, buried between your legs.

"So sweet. I knew you would taste so sweet baby..." he's lost in his own world. The bubble he created that consisted on him and your pretty pussy. He fucking loves it.

He dives in for more, holding your legs firmly to your chest, face buried in your pussy and eyes gauging every reaction that he gets out of you.

The feeling of his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice... the firm point of it driving you mad with kitten licks on your swollen clit. Your hands are the picture of despair, grabbing the sheets, his hair, his arms, your hair. Everything he does elicits a shock of pleasure, you feel so warm and so needy. You need more.

"Kookie, please... "

He keeps working you on, slurping on your juices. Hands grabbing the soft meet of your tights, preventing you from running from him.

You feel so warm, so wet and so soft. He loves the way you move for him, how sweet your moans sound on his ears, how you clench around nothing, gushing more of your delectable taste just for him, then he feels your hand tugging his hair a little more forcefully.

He is pulled from his trance, to see your exasperated eyes begging him. You look so pretty...

Glassy eyes, swollen lips and red checks... your hair a little wet from the drops of sweat on your forehead and your breath completely uneven. All because of him.

It downs to you that he really enjoys that, to have your taste on his mouth.

He keeps you on the edge, trading his tongue for his fingers, playing with your clit slowly. Enought to keep you going, but far from give you what you want.

"Please..." you reaped. You can feel the pressure of his fingers keeping you there, making you drip for him. He circles your entrance, feeling your wetness seeping out. It's to much and not enough.

He enters you again nuckle deep, searching for something.

"Please, what baby? Tell me what you want"

Oh great. He wants you to speak, to actually formulate sentences right now, with his fingers deep inside.

"Tell me or I'll linger this to my hearts content babygirl."

Fuck. What is this?

"Please!" You gasp way.

"Although I love it when you beg me babygirl, I know you can do better" then you feel a bite on your inner tight, followed by an soothing tongue right after.

You jump in surprise and moan at the feeling, making your boyfriend smirk between your legs.

"I need to cum, just make me cum please.. " you say defeated, your hands urging him back.

"See, was not that hard... " he says but you don't register. He pressed an area that reduced you to a mumbling mess while the other hand took care of your pulsating clit.

Your head was throwed back while your hands squeezed the sheet bellow you.

A long moan formed on your throat, meeting your boyfriend's eager ears.

"That's it... good girl" - his eyes looking back from your pussy swolloing his digit and to your face for any sign of discomfort.

He saw only pleasure, your legs widening by themselves to receive more - "you're so wet baby, so tight... " he was delivering sweet kisses to your tights, his nose caressing your skin.

His finger felt so good... your hips moving on their on, seeking something.

Then he started moving it faster, harder, with his entire arm, in and out in.

"It feels so good Kookie, I want more baby!"

You wanted him, inside. Right now.

"I know baby, I'll give you everything you want... but I need to strech you out first. So be a good girl for me and cum like this."

He went back to your clit with a ferocious tongue, flicking it, licking and sucking with all he got while his fingers fastened their pace inside you. The wet sound of his fingers plunging inside of you loud in the room.

"Listen baby, how fucking wet you are" his breath right on your clit, sending shivers up your body.

You moaned at the vibration of his voice, making him moan back to you repeating the waves again.

The pleasure burning, ready to burst.

"Come one... let go baby. Cum for me babygirl." The strech of a third finger pushed you off the edge, making your body shake from the force of your release. Jungkook moaned as he could feel your walls tightening like a vice in his fingers as you gushed your juices on his tongue, his fingers never stopping, he changed the angle and fastened his pace eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Found it" his eyes gaining a determined look.

"Found what? Oh fuck! What..?" This feeling. This feeling was fucking fantastic, a kind of euphoria that took your breath way, made you mind haze, your hips move at their own accord searching something that you don't even know.

Your moan getting louder, Jungkook hitting a spot inside of you over and over again with precision making tears run down your checks from pure pleasure, your moans turning to screams.

He was mesmerized by your beauty, your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape, tears wetting your pretty face making him proud of how good he was making you feel. Then he saw, the splash of cum wetting everything, his hand soaked and his tights too, the bed printed by the drops of it.

"Holy shit... fuck babygirl you squirted... so fucking pretty " his fingers never stopping, the waves of pleasure becoming to much, your body trembling at the first shocks of overstimulation

"Jungkook, too much... baby!"

Taking mercy of you, delicately slowing down and retrieving his fingers, sucking it, humming at your taste.

"So good baby... so fucking good"

You were embarrassed and so so horny and tired as fuck, hiding your face on his neck.

"Oh no no... no baby, that was amazing. I can't even express in words how much I want to ruin you right now, make you do it over and over again"

He mouth was on your you in a flash, the kiss slow and sensual, his towel forgotten on the floor now. Pulling you back to the lascivious feeling of his body on top of yours, the weight of him, the warmth, the smell, the feeling of his skin on yours. You loved every bit of it.

You felt so loved and protected with him, his hands on your head, gently combing through your hair while his lips took your breath away.

Kisses trailing down your chin to your neck, you could feel his cock against your tight, hot and heavy waiting for release. He was taking his time with you, but it was time for him to feel good too, so you moved your hand south, brushing the tip of your finger on his rock hard cock and his body shivered instantly, a breathy moan leaving his red lips. He's big... maybe a little too big, long and with a good girth and a pretty shade of pink . How's it gonna fit? He's gonna kill you, for sure. But it's going to be such a sweet death...

You took courage in his reaction, his moan making you want to hear more, so with a firmer touch you hold his shaft and give a long stroke from the bottom to top. His forehead rests now on your shoulder and his breath tickles your skin. You want to hear him, to make him lose control too, so you fasten lightly the pace on his cock, feeling him squirm above you. Your hand up and down, up and down while the other rest on the small of his back... giving a little twist on the head, running your finger on the sensitive spot just below the tip and you feel him tremble to hold himself, so you fasten even more, making him moan in the croak of you neck.

"Baby... slow down " his broken voice making you even wetter, his hips now thrusting into your hand, following your rhythm. It's like he's head is saying one thing and his body is doing the opposite. Your hand feel so small, but so soft and so fucking good on his cock, he's ruined for anyone else for sure!

"Ugh.. fuck stop y/N, I'm gonna cum" he's groaning now hand squeezing your waist leaving a mark behind for tomorrow.

You won't stop, not with him looking and sounding like this. And you're just making him feel good to, right? What could he do?

Well here's your answer.

You felt his teeth sink in your neck as a warning, then he took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head while he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Once he open his eyes something shifted, they're hooded and darker.

"So my babygirl is a stubborn one." His voice is low, vibrating through your body. His hips settled between your legs with his heavy cock pressed on your pussy, his weight keeping you in place. His lips descend to your ear "Let's see how much."

Before you could process he has turned you on your stomic, pushing your legs open with his tights and one arm looped around your waist his other hand went straight to your soaked pussy making you jump at the sudden contact.

You realize that you can't move in this position, but he can.

His fingers unceremoniously play on your clit, fishing some wetness from your entrance time to time to make it everything messier.

He brings you ridiculously fast to your high, your hips trying to push back on his touch. When you feel the firsts tremors of your high he pulls his hand from you, his tights preventing you from closing your legs, he's basically mounting you at this point.

You whine immediately at the lost, searching any contact to releave the frustration.

"Why?! Jungkook..." your whines are sweet music to his ears.

"Just a little lesson baby..." his smirk evident in his voice. That smug tone that you want so badly to wipe off... if only you could reach for his cock...

Who would though, from really nervous to desperate for his cock on you in less than one hour. That's the Jungkook effect.

His hand was back on you, dexterous fingers working you up expertly again.

You wish you could hold back but you don't even know how, the pleasure from his actions to good to run away from.

Again you're close and each time he pulls back you get closer and closer faster.

After the third time your forearms give up and your upper half falls to the bed tired, frustrated. Your boyfriend's hand holding your hips up in place, while he cups you pussy with his entire hand to help subside de clenching from your walls.

He looks down at your form, exhausted. He wanted to make it sweet and slow but he couldn't hold back at the deviance in your eyes.

He's heart took pity on your whines and moans of his name and decided it was time to end your misery. Even if caused by him, but it was a good one... it was a lesson but helped to build up your pleasure too. You're gonna cum so hard.. His body is agitated just at the thought of it.

His hand came down to caress your back, trading circles on your skin.

"Please... p-please " that was your mantra on the past minutes.

"Shhhh... it's okay babygirl." He would bring it out of you...

"You're my good babygirl, aren't you baby?" His voice saccharine on your ears, full of love.

"I'm- yes I'm.. " you words tumbling on each other.

"That's it... are you ready my love?" Your body reacted before your mind could process, getting him closer.

"Not like this baby, I want to see you"

He turned you back, facing him again and after a kiss on your forehead he riches for the condom on the night stand, ripping the foil with his teeth and putting in on himself.

Even thought you're tired and frustrated and sweaty and so wet that the bed has a pull of you right now, you can't deny how gorgeous Jungkook is. He's marvelous, so beautiful...

His hair falling in tiny ringlets from the exertion and the remains of water still there mixed with his sweat, his toned body, his light honey skin, those sweet lips and freaking pretty eyes... eyes now that are looking at you in adoration.

He lowers himself down to your body again, one hand holding your tight to his waist while the other caress your hair softly.

"I love you" simple, deep and sincere.

"I love you too, so much" you respond with all your heart.

"Ready..?" He whispers to you, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere right now.

"More than ready" and with that you feel his hand touching your pussy and gathering some wetness to lub his cock, then he start to run his member on your pussy, parting your lips and accommodating his length in the warm skin. He rubs his nose on yours and then you feel it, his bulbous head parting you extremely slowly, but the strech is there. Burning like hell fire, cuz you're small and he is big big.

Your wetness helps to easy the friction but the strech is way more present than you thought. He senses your tension and stop moving.

"Hey... hey look at me. You're okay, what are feeling?" His eyes concerned and attentive.

"Its just... it burns. How is it gonna fit? You're too b- aaah.." your own moviment, trying to get more comfortable make his length move up a little more, his hand immediately holding your hips down to prevent any more discomfort for you.

"Baby, stop moving. Take a deep breath... it's okay" Suddenly a smile appears on his lips and you question why.

"I'm big baby? Is that what you were going to say?" The playfull energy lighting the mood.

"Jungkook, don't " your blushing checks making a triunfal return to the scene, for Jungkook's content.

"There it is... my pretty blushing checks"

He gives you a tender kiss on you lips "Relax for me, I'm gonna take care of you" a cute skimo kiss taking place "And I'll fit all right, babygirl"

Your mouth gaping at the sudden bold words, your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him hiss at the tightness. Feeling another gush of your juices around him, he presses a little further in, his eyes on your face.

The inicial burn is still there, but hes being so attentive and going so slow that it must be torture for him, but he does it for you. Half way in he stops, checking your expressions.

"It feels better, strange but better... please keep going Kookie"

How could he deny anything from you, he would give you the world if you wanted.

"Are you feeling good baby? How does it feel?"

He says pushing further and further, almost there... You're so warm and dripping wet and so fucking tight. How can you be so tight? He's doing everything in his power not to explode inside of you.

"Full, it feels so full... You're so deep" you say timidly.

"It's gonna feel even deeper baby, just a bit more to go"

More? Oh my fucking...

With a kiss on your lips he bottoms out making you moan loud for him, trapped in his lips.

"Shit! Oh fuck.. Jungkook" you shout out at the feeling of him so deep that you don't even comprehend how far up he is, the sensation new and so so so good. He stays still enjoying your warmth and giving you time to adjust.

"You did so good baby, so good... that's my good girl, are you okay?"

"I'm.. I'm good. I need you to move"

Move he would, carefully at the beginning. Letting you feel him and him feel you. The praises falling from his lips like drops of honey. Making your body relax and receive him like a piece of a puzzle. He's pleasure was not far too, but he needed you to cum first.

So his fingers were back to your clit pushing you off the cliff into a see of pure bliss. Your moans turning to almost screams now from how sensitive you are, your high not as strong as the other ones but still making you shake. At the throws of the moment you let out an almost inaudible word... but your boyfriend's catches, he always does.

"Louder, tell me. You're daddy's babygirl, come on. What's my name baby?" So you let it out for him...

"Daddy!" He groans at the way you say it, how the word rolls from your lips sounding so sweet and so dirty at the same time...

"Fuck yes. Just a little more babygirl, a little more... almost there..."

You clenched your walls hard and he convulsed on top of you, his thrusts irregular and fast trying to prolong his deserved high. The hot feeling of him releasing his load inside the condom making everything a little more warmer.

"Fuck I love you, so much"

"I love you too"

Two breathless confessions on your soaked sheets. After a while, he was still inside of you, you see a mischievous smile appear again, oh here we go.. what now?

"The sheets are soaked babygirl..."

Don't blush, don't blush.

Oh shit.

"There it is..."

"Hey! You have to stop doing this, its not fair!" You little angry face makes him laught, long and true and then you forget why you were angry."Okay..." he says before kissing you to distract you from him pulling out. He gets up and trying to detangle himself from you, who's attached to his arms like a life saver.

"I'll be right back, just a minute baby" his giggles are the most pretty thing on earth, oh my God you just want to squish him so hard. Kind of a violent love you have, but all in name of his cuteness. No harm, fellas. You hear a ruffling and some water, then he's back with a boxer, one of his t-shirts and towel.

"Okay lady... come here" he's beside you, spreading you tights and then you get it that hes intending to clean you up.

"What? No baby.. no I can do it" you say as you try to grab the warm towel.

"Baby, let me. You're tired and all sore." You don't miss the almost imperceptible smirk on his face. He's proud, that little shit.

"And besides... I've already seen every little piece of you"

The gasp you let out, oh girl... sucked the air of the room.

"And kissed..." that damn smile of his.

"And touched..." one cute kiss on your knee.

"And licked" his eyes piercing on yours.

"Oh my God, stop! JUNGKOOK!"

He's laughing and smooching you like a baby now "Annnnnngh you're so cute baby"

After some little kisses, he manages to clean you, put his shirt on you and its immediately spooning you into his warm body, sleep pulling you in, but you can hear in the distance...

"I love you..."

#bts smut #jungkooksmut #jungkook smut #bts x reader #bts ask #bts imagines #jungkook is cute #im back #such a lovely baby #ask

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Pretty Girl (J.JK x Reader)🎀💜☁️🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: (oh boy here we go on this one) good old sprinkle of angst, non-penetrative sex, foreplay, steamy make out session, mild DDLG themes, Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Subspace, Teasing, Suggestive gestures, dirty talk, really, like JK can’t shut up smh, Koo is getting kinda rough with GG, sex in the kitchen twice (again), shower sex (pls stay safe), protected sex (again, we wrap it up in this economy and you should too), edging, cumplay, aftercare (a warning bc he’s so soft you might melt fam) yeah I think that’s it

Summary: an accident such as yours mainly affects you, that’s a fact. But people around you, especially Jungkook, may have been more unsettled by the events than he lets on.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl

During your recovery, Jungkook had changed a bit. It was a slow process, yet you noticed the fine details in the way he would treat you a little differently. It wasn't a bad change in any way- you guessed it was just because of the shock he'd gotten after the accident, which was totally understandable. Your dynamic had always been quite cliche in a way, with his bad-boy persona and your gentle nature. He seemed like the big bad wolf while you were the red riding hood, innocent and emotional. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

So how exactly did things change? Well, he wouldn't leave you alone for starters. It wasn't like he didn't give you space or anything, but he was more.. needy in terms of skinship. Whenever he played video games for example, he'd sit you on his lap, have you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest, or simply your head on his thighs when you were taking a nap or reading on your phone. When you both slept he'd be more clingy towards you than before, always reaching out to either hold your hand or have an arm around your middle. He started to become almost dependent on your affection and attention, and it was cute, you admitted that; yet it also made you worry a bit. It has been a week since you had gotten your stitches removed, yet he still seemed on edge. You hoped it would dissolve over time, yet you told yourself to talk to him about it if it continued. Something was going on in his head, that much you knew, but what exactly it was you didn't.

Getting back from grocery shopping, you immediately went to take one of the bags out of Jungkooks' carrying hand, one which held the ingredients for todays dinner in it. Yet he raised it up, making you pout. "Ah-ah Babygirl, 'lemme unpack the other bag and then we'll cook." He said, and you nodded, a bit suspicious. His culinary skills weren't.. too impressive if you were being completely honest. He knew how to cook ramen in his sleep at this point, but that was pretty much it. He'd also never shown much interest in cooking before, happily watching you cook- and that was fine with you too. You always found cooking and baking almost therapeutic, making something giving you a feeling of success you would crave on days were you felt low.

Yet once he'd unpacked everything, putting all the items into their proper place, it got obvious that this time around, you wouldn't cook anything. Because just as you had started to get out a cutting board, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, his nose brushing over the crook of your neck playfully. He slowly walked you away from where you were trying to work, and backed you up against the counter next to where you'd put the cutting board. "Jungkookie I gotta cook-" You whined, but he wasn't having it.

"Nop, come on. Up." He said, but his eyes didn't hold the usual impish spark they usually had whenever he had something different in mind. You complied, simply because it was an instinct at this point, and he grabbed your hips to help you sit on the counter. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll cook." He said, already searching for a knife. You furrowed your brows at him.

"Jungkook you never cook." You questioned, leaning your head to the side to show your confusion. He chuckled at that, mumbling something about maybe needing to change that, when you were suddenly grabbing his wrist which held the knife, making his head snap to it in horror. He was about to say something when you moved the hand to cup his cheek. Now it was his turn to be confused. "What's really going on 'Koo?" You asked, and his tongue started to move against the inner lining of his cheek, pulling his lower lip between his teeth- a sign that he was clearly nervous. "Is it still because of what happened? I'm fine Kookie, really." You said, and he sighed, placing his larger hand on your thigh, thumb slowly running in circles over your skin. He did kind of looked like a kid getting lectured, yet it also showed you that you were hitting a nerve. "Don't get me wrong, I love how close you keep me these days, and I adore how gentle you are with me, but 'Koo.." you said, making him look at you. "You're not being yourself." You said, and he ran the hand that wasn't occupied through his hair.

"I actually don't know either." He grumbled, yet you knew he wasn't being too honest. Your gaze was still demanding, needing a proper answer, and he suddenly sat down at the kitchen table, head in his hands. You carefully jumped down the counter- well, not really jumping but sliding off with one foot reaching for the floor to balance you. The doctors told you getting the entire functionality of your legs back would take a while, and you still needed physiotherapy every week, but that didn't mean that you always took their advice. You usually got your ass smacked by karma personally though, as you would get punished with agonizing muscle cramps if you overdid it during the day. Jungkook would gently massage your legs if it happened, a worried and almost apologetic glint in his eyes whenever he did it, always the hero who wants to take the pain away- though he couldn't, and that made him feel helpless, useless even. He's still feeling guilty, yet he's also not talking about it, dancing around the topic as if he had to try and explain to his parents that he'd gotten someone pregnant on accident. It felt uncomfortable since he never truly had to stand up for his mistakes, and even now he technically didn't have to since it wasn't even his fault- but he felt like he did. "I'm having nightmares." He mumbled lowly, face still in his hands. You sat down next to him, unsure what to do.

You decided you would give him the same treatment whenever you had a nightmare back when you were younger; your mother a firm believer that these unpleasant dreams could only be resolved if you talked about them. "Tell me about them." You said, not asking like you usually would. He shook his head, taking a deep breath as if he would prepare himself to bury the pictures again until he'd eventually had to face them tonight again. He didn't tell you, but he never really slept an entire night ever since you'd gotten back from the hospital. He would wake up in a cold night's sweat, craving to turn the lights on like a frightened child in fear of not being awake yet, yet he only settled with shining his phone screen on your form, calming himself down by counting every breath you took, each one proof that you were okay, that you were just fine, that you were still beside him. "Koo please. I wanna help you.." You pleaded, a soft whine to your voice, slowly making cracks in his walls. You sat down on the floor next to his slightly turned chair, making him snap his gaze at you, wondering what you were doing. You simply placed your hands on his thigh, your chin resting on them to look up at him with puppy eyes. Maybe this would make him talk. He chuckled, patting his lap after scooting back a bit. You gladly sat down on his thigh, legs dangling between his, his arm resting around your middle, fingers playing nervously with the hem of your skirt.

"They're about you." He started, swallowing, eyes not meeting yours. You decided to just lay your head on his shoulder, hugging his chest and making it easier for him to talk by not looking at him. "It's either- like.. sometimes it's the moment I ran to you when.. when you were uh.. laying on the sidelines you know? But I can't.." He took a breath, now tightening his grip on the small part of fabric. "I can't get to you I just- you're-.. I can't get closer, all I see is that young dude trying to like, do something, this like- Urgh I don't remember the word for it like- this shit where you push onto your chest to keep your heart beating, you know, that stuff.." His voice is wavering a bit you start to notice. You simply nod into his neck, giving him a sign that you're listening. "It always ends with the ambulance arriving, and they- fuck.. they just put this trashbag shit over you and I- god. I.." His voice gets a bit higher, a sign that he's close to tears. Yet you let him go on. "The uhm.. the other one is, like.." He inhales deeply again, and you tighten your grip on him, making him let go of your skirt, but instead put both his arms around you. "I'm like, at a churche and, oh god, you're like, in a casket, I know it's you, but every time I want to look inside the fucking thing closes, like, slams onto my hands, and I wake up. Like when you dream of these weird staircases where you stumble you know and you like wake up instantly." He said, hand moving to gently run through your hair.

"Do you still feel guilty about it?" You asked softly, quietly, because you didn't need to be louder due to the amount of distance you both only had. He simply nodded his head, still looking down. You knew it wouldn't help him if you went on and on about how it wasn't his fault at all, how he had no say in things like that whatsoever, that no one had, because that was exactly what hurt him. Jungkook was a bit cliche when it came to things like these; he wanted and craved control, he needed it to ground himself, which may was the reason he felt so comfortable and good around you. You both fit together perfectly because of this, since you came from a family where independence was taught from a very early age, having a father who'd demanded you to move out as soon as you had turned 18, and a mother who showed you how to run a household when you were just a little girl. While he loved being in control, you craved to let go and be lead without having to fear to be used like you'd been before. Yet right now exactly this character trait of his was making him feel miserable. "That's fine." You finally said, making him hum, urging you to explain that statement. "It's okay that you feel bad, it's understandable." You mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck. "Wake me up next time please. You wake me up when you have nightmares, and I'll let you carry me around as much as you want-"

"Deal." He said with a smirk, happy that the tension was finally snapping and letting go, clearing the air around you both. He indeed felt a bit lighter now, as typical as it sounded. Yet you always knew what to say, and it felt good to talk about it, that was something he had to admit. "I love you." He blurted out, and he could practically feel your cheeks heat up against his skin. He chuckled, hand slowly creeping under your soft sweater, caressing your bare skin underneath until he could feel the edge of your bra. You knew what he was hinting at, by now familiar with his need to be close to you after moments like these. It was times like this when he felt most vulnerable yet also the most sensitive to things- like a nerve stripped bare of its fleshy armor. It may seemed odd, but it was his way of grounding himself again, giving his pride and overall confidence a restart after having him expose his feelings like this. You happily agreed, nosing at his neck before kissing, making him smile. His hand opened your bra with well practiced movements, before he slipped his hand underneath the cup, caressing your breast in a gentle gesture.

You moved around a bit, spreading your legs over his lap to dangle off his thighs, palms stopping your hands from moving your sweater over your head. "uh-uh baby, you're gonna get cold." He mumbled before leaning in to kiss your lips, immediately feeling a sense of euphoria he would've never thought he could feel from a gesture like this alone. You whined a bit, but he simply deepened the kiss, tongue demanding entrance you happily gave him. Your hips moved on their own, yet it was in vain with how far he'd your legs spread, not giving you any chance of friction. He loved how your hands moved to only grip the hem of his jeans, yet not going further- it wasn't that you didn't want to, oh hell you did- but recently, he'd started to give you certain rules. Just for fun of course, mostly his, but you had agreed to them, so it was your fault of you wanted to complain- which you certainly didn't. He loved how it just added to his ego, yet it also filled him with a sense of even more will to protect you. If that made sense. "Hm? What is it?" He mumbled between his kisses, eyes still closed, as well as yours. They only opened a fraction once you whined, mumbling something he didn't hear clearly enough. "Louder princess. I can't hear you." He said, a teasing tone to it.

"I said uh.." You started, looking at him, eyes almost hazy. He loved this look on you, as if you slipped into a different mindset around him. He knew by now that you actually did, he'd read about it online, and he felt powerful yet also filled with pride on how much trust you had in him to let yourself go like that. "I said can I please have it?" You mumbled out, cheeks read and oh so endearing to him. He smiled at that, moving his hand over your cheek, having you lean into it like a touch starved animal.

"Good girl. Can you say it clearer though? What do you want?" He asked, and you slowly lowered your gaze, mumbling something incoherent again, and he chuckled. "Alright alright, small steps. We're getting there." Jungkook had started to make it a regular thing to try and get you to communicate with him more clearly, even in a state like this. After all the mishaps you both had in the past due to bad communication between you, he decided that things needed to change. He slowly placed your hands on his shoulders so you couldn't slip off of him, and carefully unbuckled his belt. "Hm.. but I can't put it in baby, you know that right?" He said gently, and you nodded, even if you pouted a bit. It wasn't that he didn't want to go bare, but you didn't take birth control because you hated any form of pills, and he understood that, never pressuring you. He however didn't believe in 'pulling-out' being a good idea since he knew he would never be able to control himself to this extend- so you both agreed on using condoms, just to be safe. Both of you were definitely not ready to parents yet, that was for sure. "Alright." He said, grabbing your skirt and moving the fabric out of the way so your underwear was exposed to him. The darkened fabric was already glistening as he playfully ran two fingers over the spot, making you whine and shift around impatiently. Laughing again he pulled himself out of his underwear, before grabbing your behind and showing you closer to him until his length pushed against your folds, finally giving you a form of release. you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your hips while he made sure to push himself against you in a similar rhythm. breathing heavily, the tension began to rise around you, air feeling stuffy and thick as he squeezed your behind with both hands, grumbling sounds of pleasure against your neck, mouthing against your skin. He was quick to get both of you to the edge, shamelessly letting himself cum over your underwear as he sighed contently. You seemed to get sleepy, arms pulling him closer, whining when he moved you to get down from his lap. "We only had a small breakfast to eat, and I won't let my princess starve in this household." He mumbled, speaking to you in a deep and low voice you could drown yourself in. His gaze fell on your inner thigh, still glistening from his and your releases, and he stood up, playfully slapping a Hand against your butt. "Now go you messy baby, first to get clean gets to eat the leftover shortcake!" He said in excitement, and you wordlessly ran (still a bit wobbly, but way better than weeks prior) to your bedroom, Jungkook gladly letting you win.

"Are you sure I'm not supposed to lift the lid- OW!" Jungkooks intense need to look and check on everything was funny, but also nervwrecking to say the least. He wouldn't even let the pasta cook in peace, constantly trying to lift the lid- even though you told him several times before that no, they won't burn, and yes, the lid is indeed very hot. You had the lid a little tilted so the steam could escape a bit better, and you had told him seemingly a hundred times prior to just leave it like that, but this was Jungkook we were talking about. The lid clattered a bit as it closed on top of the pot, he himself sheepishly turned around to you who stood behind him, looking at him with a gaze that clearly said 'I told you so'. Yet he would never truly listen to you, as funny as that would be. "You gotta kiss it better now!" He exclaimed, and you laughed at his wide eyed look as he held his pointer and middle finger in your direction, the tips of his digits slightly red. You kind of wanted to tell him not to be a crybaby about it, but two could play his games of teasing- and you felt proud at the way his eyes widened even further with the next bold move you made. Typically you never did things like this, but over time you had slowly become more and more comfortable around him, giving you more and more confidence and ease in your actions around him. Proof of that had been the fact that you had started to grow more self-assured whenever you gave him oral- something you had never thought you'd do before being with him. Gabbing his hand with both of yours, you kissed the tips of his fingers before boldly placing them insider your mouth, soft lips closing around them. His pupils dilated dangerously, and this was one of those moment's you could've sworn his entire eyeshape changed- his typical doe eyes becoming slender and sharp, as he pushed his fingers down on your tongue, making you open your mouth. His own lips parted a bit at the sight, the way you showed him such an amount of pure submissiveness making him feel almost high of some sort- yet the moment was broken at the sizzling sound of the water dripping down the sides of the pot, the closed lid making the water foam angrily down onto the stove.

You both had split apart from one another like it was your hands touching the hot plate and not the water, and the way you scrambled to turn around and pretend like setting the table was the most interesting thing to do. Jungkook had swallowed hard, grabbing the red and blue oven mitts to take the pot from the heat source, shutting the oven down and draining the pasta. You meanwhile had to calm yourself down, now in a weird state of- well, what was is? Embarrassment maybe? Possible. Yet you didn't have time to think about it much when you heard the fabric of the gloves Jungkook had used to not get burned, hitting the stone counter with a little more force than they should. The man in question had stormed out of the kitchen, leaving you worried that maybe something had happened- automatically assuming that it was your wrongdoing that had set him off. Studying the wooden surface of the dining table, still bare of any porcelain you should've put out by now, you didn't notice how he'd crept into the room again, hard gaze and frustrated features. You only did too late when his hands had already turned you around by your shoulders, hooking underneath your arms to place you ontop of the table with ease. With almost comically wide eyes you stared at his- a look of determination sparkling behind their dark color. "Oh you thought you could get away with that pretty girl?" He almost growled, a rough edge to the low tone of his voice. "Thought you could just tease me like that, hm?" He said, suddenly not too concerned about you getting cold as he swept the soft sweater over your head, making quick work of your bra underneath with frustrated noises when your arm couldn't escape one of the straps fast enough. His hands instantly kneaded at the flesh, relishing in the soft feel of them before he dipped his head down, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, hands wandering lower until they moved to caress the backs of your thighs. "Hm pretty girl is getting playful isn't she?" He mumbled, chuckling darkly before moving his head away to stand to his full height, pulling on your knees to have your behind almost slip over the edge. You made a surprised sound at this, scared you'll fall off when he hushed you, tipping his head to the side a bit impishly, almost a teasing ghost of a smile on his lips. "Oh? Not so bold now aren't you baby?" He said, looming over you again, his hard on present against your core, making you move your hips, testing if it would be enough friction. He raised an eyebrow at this, hand coming down on your hip to still you. "If you wanna stop just say 'red', okay princess?" His voice was sincere, a bit higher even as he spoke to you, face serious. You whined, not in the mood to talk, but he moved a hand to still your face, grabbing around your chin softly. "No baby, I need an answer. Loud and clear this time." He said, and you pouted at him, yet complied, telling him that you understood. It was a little heartwarming to see his concern even in a situation like that if you weren't so turned on at this point. He smiled, before he removed your skirt, impatiently shoving your damp panties down your legs, not bothering for you to kick them off at this point. Grabbing the fabric of the back of his shirt he pulled it over his head in a swift move, hair a mess over his eyes, barely giving you enough view of his gaze. Your eyes trailed over his tattoos, mesmerized every time you saw them. His muscles flexed underneath his skin as he pulled his jeans down together with his underwear, deep V-line standing out against the rest of his bodily structure. He grabbed something next to your head before opening the foil package, rolling the latex protection over his length quickly before moving your legs to fold over your body to rest against your stomach, eyes locked with yours for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he moved his attention lower, pupils dilating at the view of your very center so ready for him. Not even needing to get himself any harder than he already was since your small situation just minutes prior, he entered you in a slow motion, bathing in the view of his manhood disappearing inside you inch by inch, your whines serving as the music accompanying the scene for him. Oh he knew he'd never get tired of that view, he could happily die with this picture as his last in front of his eyes. Your hands reached for his, interlacing your fingers with his, himself using this to his advantage to keep you as close to him as possible as he picked up his pace. He didn't care about the legs of the table complaining a bit as they scraped over the kitchen tiles with the force he started to put into his motion, mind too deep into the moment to think about that right now. His thoughts were absolutely occupied by you, everything about you- the fact your skin always seemed to glow, looking and feeling so soft underneath his fingers, a perfect match for your equally delicate personality hidden underneath all that physique. "Ah-" He sighed, never letting neither of you have a break. "You're all mine, all mine.." He breathed out, until you squeezed his hands a bit, making him look up at you. You didn't say anything yet he could spot a bit of discomfort behind your eyes, slowing down a bit to let you breathe better. "Hng.. legs-" You started, and Jungkook looked at you, waiting for you to continue. "..they'gettin tingly.." You said, and he could see how hard it was for you to really form any coherent thought, let alone form a sentence. Yet he only smiled, moving you both around a bit, stretching your legs out before he entered you again, this time a bit more comfortably for you. "Good job Baby, thank you- ah- thanks for telling me.." He mumbled, kissing your lips desperately before his hand grabbed your chin again, opening your mouth for him to explore. His hands held you securely by the back of your knees, his hair starting to cling to his forehead with the help of his sweat which was slowly building up at this point. He breathed heavily, eyes never leaving your form, drinking you in like he was a parched man roaming the desert. Surely, your whines started to stretch longer and longer, an indication that you were getting close, making Jungkook pick up his pace, huffing a bit as his own release drew closer as well. The way your legs pulled out of his grasp, your core clenching around him had him spill his load inside the condom, groaning as he did so, gulping down breaths alongside you who laid flat on the table in front of him, his body only held up by his forearms above you, forehead resting on your collarbone. He chuckled after a bit, before finally standing up again. "We should really stop fucking in the kitchen." He said between a laugh, and you looked at him scandalously as if you wanted to deny having any part in this. "Oh don't look at me like that, you enjoyed it too!" He said, helping you stand up for a short moment before he placed his arm underneath your knees, the other supporting your back behind your shoulders. Carrying had seemingly never been an issue for him, no matter how exhausted he might seemed sometimes.

Walking into the bathroom, you went to do your business, (Jungkook insisting you did, even though you had told him you didn't have to pee) and the young man started the shower, water not as hot as he would like it to be, since he knew that you didn't like too hot showers- you were more for hot baths, something he was wary off after you had overdone it one time and went dizzy afterwards. After that situation, he would always sneakily check the water temperature before you would enter, sometimes adding cold water to it so you wouldn't overheat like last time. When you didn't join him after a bit, he peeked his head out of the patterned glass doors, spotting you sitting on the closed toilet seat, seemingly waiting. He chuckled, waving his hand to catch your attention. "Come on doll, we gotta save water, be all environment friendly 'n shit." He said laughing, and you walked over to him inside the shower to let the water fall onto both of you. He immediately grabbed a bottle of yours and his favorite body wash, rubbing his hands together with the lotion between it to warm it up as to not startle you, before he grabbed the purple loofah from the side, lathering it in the soap before he ran it across your backside, careful and completely immersed into the task at hand. He made sure not to scrub as relentless and speedy as he would on his own body, making sure to rinse the foam off of you as well. Something that always got to him was just how petite you looked compared to himself; his hands had started to get a bit rough from working so much these days, a stark contrast to your soft skin. He was fascinated by the very slight and faded scars you had on your skin, all hidden like these 'spot the cat between the owl' pictures. There was one on your arm near the side of your wrist; a burn you had told him before when you had started to work at a bakery. He could spot another one behind your ear, a mark that had wandered overtime, the only real evidence of when you fell off a tree when you were six. Then there were the most recent ones, still bright and present, a stitched line above your right hipbone, as well as some healed scratches all over that side of your body- but these small cracks in your porcelain form would heal completely, they would fade just like the pain he'd felt that day. When he turned you around to wash your front, even though you told him you could do it, he spotted different marks. Like the small birthmarks littered like stars forming a constellation, or the stretch marks most present on the inside of your upper thighs- something you hated, yet he saw them as proof that your body has grown, that you could even catch your own skin by surprise at this point. Whenever his hand ran over that part he could faintly feel the dents, yet it didn't gross him out at all. It made him feel fascinated, because all of this was proof that you were indeed a human being, and not the angle he always found himself mistaking you as. Gently, you took the loofah from him, using his own bodywash, before you repeated the same task on him. He smiled softly down on you, humored by the fact that you had to look up to actually reach his shoulders. Just as you were about to tell him to turn around, his eyes suddenly sharpened impishly, as he reached out to pull on the shower controls, switching to the detachable showerhead instead of the overhead one. For the first time he himself had no intention of satisfying himself in a sense of traditional release, but in another way. As he tapped his shoulders for you to grab onto so you wouldn't fall, he slowly pushed the showerhead against your center, your squeaks and the way your fingers gripped onto his flesh feeding his inner predatory soul. He increased the amount of water flowing through the silver-striped waterhose, the pressure on your delicate nerves leveling up simultaneously. You tried to close your legs but to no avail, the metal not giving away against your soft muscles. Your entrance clenched around nothing as your bundles suddenly snapped like a rubber band pulled too hard, leaving you yelping as you almost jumped at Jungkook, trying to escape his weapon of pleasure and the oversensitivity- but he had reacted fast enough, lowering the pressure so that you could ride it out pleasently, whining a bit while taking deep, shuddering breaths, your arms now locked around his neck, head against his chest. He smiled, the view and action giving him enough satisfaction that he didn't even think about you returning the favor.

After Dinner, you both had made yourself at home on your shared bed, watching a random drama on his scratched up laptop, him sometimes groaning at the fact that the charging cable disconnected randomly sometimes, darkening the screen for a second until he rearranged the already taped cable. You had offered to get your laptop from the other room, but he didn't want you to get up, telling you that it worked just fine. At some point you had yawned, eyes closing for the fraction of seconds it seemed, but in reality it was for more than three, sometimes more. Jungkook noticed how increasingly tired you got, kissing your head before he closed the laptop after pausing the video. He set it down onto the floor next to the bed, shutting off the light and pulling the covers over your bodies, arms immediately reaching around your body, pulling you close. "Hey, 'Koo?" You said after a bit, now awake again after remembering something. He hummed, giving you an indication that he was listening. "..nevermind. Goodnight." He hummed again, before he moved, snapping on the light next to the bed, pushing himself up on his elbow.

"Come on." He said, and you turned around, looking at him with squinted eyes because of the light.

You stared at his neck as you talked. "I dunno.. didn't you want something too, like, when we were in the shower.?" You asked, and he shook his head no. "But like, now I feel bad cause only I got something and you didn't.." You said, and he simply smiled.

"Nah. Its okay really." He said, but your pouting face said otherwise. "Hm.. I mean, I guess there's something I always kind of wanted.." He said, and your eyes widened at that, sparkling with the challenge he just declared to you. He loved how much you trusted him, not even knowing what he was implying, yet already willing to go all in just for his happiness and approval for you. He moved, looming over you. "I'm gonna be pretty mean though.." He said, voice low as he tipped his head to the side a bit, feigning innocence. "..you think pretty girl can take it?" he sing-songed, chuckling at your nodding after his question, and he soon made his hands roam under your shirt running over your chest, feeling your soft buds beginning to peak at his sensual touch, your body already responding to him. He really didn't need anything from you at all, the way you were giving yourself to him had been payment enough, yet he also couldn't hide his own need of being a little selfish once in a while. There certainly were things roaming around in his head that he wanted to turn into reality, yet the perfect timing to talk about it had never been quite right. Now could be the time though. You nodded cutely at him, and he grinned like the wolf in the red riding hood story, ready to feast on his prey like the canine predator pictured in the books. Yet the way he would be devouring you would proof to be way more sinful than what those stories could've ever told about. As he began to push his knee in between your legs, letting you grind against his bare skin through the cloth of your underwear like the desperate being you were, even if you were on the verge of falling asleep just seconds ago, he sighed at the way your face relaxed in pleasure, head pushing a little into the soft pillows underneath, hands reaching for his skin to get any form of physical contact you could get. He grabbed you by your wrists, pushing them into the soft sheets on the mattress you both laid on, ripping his knee and your only source of friction and pleasure away from you as soon as he noticed that you were close. You whined at this, pouting at him as you slowly connected the dots in your head, finally coming to the conclusion of what his intentions would be for the night; and he cooed at you teasingly. "Oh, what is it pretty girl?" He said, brushing your hair back to reveal the entirety of your face to him. "You said you'd take it didn't you? Or did my good girl lie to me, hm?" He hummed, eyes slimming down to slits, his dominating demeanor finally coming to the surface; a fact that you could not yet place as good or bad. "I don't think you did, princess. Good girls never lie.." He chimed, slowly ridding yourself of your underwear, pulling them down your legs until he deemed enough time had passed to continue for the second attempt. This time his hand found its way downtown, reaching between your already shimmering legs to push two of his fingers insider your core, gentle movements way too slow to actually push you anywhere near over the edge. It was like standing on a bridge; you could see the deep waters below, but the railings would always keep you from falling. He was relentless, ever the tease, feeding off of your desperate soft please under your breath, wanting, no needing to hear them more clearly. So once he felt you get close for another time, he sped up his movements for a second, making you wheep out before he pulled away as if burned, pushing his knees between your legs so you were forced to stay open and bare like that, breaths coming out short and cut to pieces. He hushed you again, gently running his warm hand over your lower abdomen, thumb running in circles just below your navel, as he loomed over you again, his hair falling onto your forehead, curled strands tickling your skin. Your eyes were closed shut, frustrated huffs of air escaping you as you peeked one eye open at him, making him chuckle. "Hm.. not quite there yet I think." He mumbled, his thumb pulling your lower lip from between your teeth, opening your mouth for him to kiss you deeply for a moment, helping your body and mind to calm down for a bit. It did nothing to soothe your lower regions, but it did help you to ground yourself at least a little bit, before he moved his body again, this time hooking your legs over his broad shoulders by the back of your knees, grinning sheepishly at you from his spot on his stomach facing your core, licking his lips before he placed his mouth against you, tongue making its way over your most sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow and agonizing motion. He took his time, playing around for a while just how he thought was fitting, eating away like a starved man who was trying to savor every little bite, before he pulled away with a wet noise, just before you could slip from his grasp. You sobbed drily without tears, pleading loudly this time, before he changed his position yet again, pushing his length inside as slow as he could, staying inside of you for a moment, before pulling out again, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and putting it on, chuckling as his own hips bucked a bit at the sheer sensitivity he'd gained at this point. He pushed inside after a bit again, careful not to touch your pulsing pearl as to not accidentally let you cum, bringing himself to a short release before he reached for your hands which clenched the sheets so tightly he was scared you'd hurt yourself. As soon as the still sensitive tip of his length had gently popped out of you, he could see the way your legs quivered, trying to desperately close up, get any sort of friction, tight hole clenching around nothing; it was an almost magical sight to him, really. He moved his hand over your center, gathering the slick of your body and moving his hand all the way to your chest, softly running his digits over the smooth flesh of one of your breast, humming gentle tunes to you. „Hm, you’re doing so well, you’re so good for me, that’s the last one okay?“ he hummed to you, eyes softening at your glistening ones, tears of frustration gathering over your eyes, clouding and blurring his image for you until you blinked them away, letting them run down your cheeks. The back of his other hand gathered them before they could travel far, wiping them away and kissing your cheeks in return, smile on his lips never wavering. „You’re so, so so good, gonna stop being mean now, okay doll?“ he said and you shook your head yes frantically, making him chuckle. „Then lemme see you fly little dove..” he mumbled, catching you by surprise as he shoved himself back inside you were he felt like he belonged, his pace relentless, inked hand reaching between your bodies to glide over your already pulsating pearl below. Your neck pushed your head into the pillows beneath, mouth opening in a silent scream, as your back arched into his chest, his eyes never leaving your form as you came with the feeling of pure euphoria. And even though it had only lasted seconds, the view alone had made him release as well, mouth frantically attaching to your neck, mouthing at the skin, biting, groaning, his entire body reacting to the way your hands scrambled to hold onto him, thighs shaking, legs pulling him closer. He truly had been a pure moron to miss out on a feeling like this before; yet he was sure that he could only fly that high with you as his wings. It has never happened before to him, but he actually came again as well, surprising himself which made him moan in a pitch higher than usual. He gasped, falling down next to you after he discarded the condom into the bin next to the bed, pulling you close immediately, needing to have you against his skin.

Jungkook was a man who only knew how to convey his feelings sexually. He never was someone to enjoy physical affection like cuddling or kissing, he was clumsy with his words, and he always found typical dates cliche and cringey. Yet he caught himself like this again, with your body in his arms, the window letting in the sun from outside, warm light creating glowing patterns on your exposed skin mimicking the stripes of the blinds. He couldn't help but feel like this was the most aesthetic thing he'd ever seen, wanting to take a picture of it but also not wanting to move and wake you in the process. This was your doing, the way he slowly changed over time, growing more and more into a person he actually started to like whenever he looked into the mirror. He no longer was the guy that stared back at him with eyes full of judgement, but a young man who's gaze was full of determination and confidence. And slowly this confidence wasn't just a mask, but genuine. And it made him sigh with a smile, closing his eyes to catch some more sleep with you and maybe even meet you in his dreams.

"Why are my shirts pink?!"

"You put my red skirt into the wash with the white laundry I guess?"

"Wait ...you're not supposed to do that?"

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#bts #bts imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts reactions #good girl au

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sleepy-yn · 4 years ago

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Stray Kids: Reacting to their GF Missing Them

A/N: This is basically something I’ve been daydreaming about fjfdjkk so there’s that. Basically their Gf’s record themselves on tiktok to the song “Mr. Loverman” and “Me and my Husband” and the boys see it. ALSO the boys don’t have a dating ban here and they are public with their relationship (some more than others) NOT PROOF READ

Chan:

You were still in Uni and it was stressful being a student

it’s also very stressful when your sweet boyfriend lives across the world

you had visited him for a week recently but, obviously, you had to go back home

it was one of those early morning study sessions because you really needed to pass this quiz

you looked up at the picture frames on your desk and tears started to spill over the keyboard

you missed chan so much it hurt in your chest

like if there was a hole where your heart should be

you decided to scroll through tiktok as a way to escape from your sadness

that’s when you heard the song “Mr Loverman” for the thousandth time and you decided to let your feelings out

chan’s fans knew he was in a relationship but he cared too much about your privacy that he never introduced you to his fans

after you finished uploading the tiktok, you decided to get back to studying

chan was finishing up his work for the afternoon when Felix came into the studio

“Hyung look” he shoved his phone into chan’s face

we all know felix has a secret tiktok

Chan saw you sitting at your desk, tears in your eyes and several words on the screen

the familiar lyrics “I’m Mr. Loverman, and I miss my lover man” while he read what you wrote broke his heart into a million pieces

“i miss him so much. I want to see him again.”

tears threatened to spill from his own eyes as he watched you look so broken

felix took that as his cue to give chan some space

He needed to see your face even though he knew it was late

accepting the facetime call, you almost sobbed at seeing your handsome boyfriends face

“Hey babygirl’

“hi channie”

“Why are you still awake, love?”

��i miss you too much” you said in a whisper, a pout on your lips and your voice quivering

it was all about to spill out again, your emotions were just not in tact at the moment

“baby please don’t cry” :( i’m literally about to cry writing this

He wishes so badly that he could be there to wipe your tears

chan hated seeing you sad, you crying was his ultimate weakness

After calming down, he told you to stop studying and get some rest

he hummed the familiar tune to you while you fell into a soft slumber

you bet your ass that he booked the soonest flight to go see you

Minho

please i can’t get enough of this gif

so you lived in korea with minho

you both lived in an apartment together and although small, it was your home

you worked as a therapist for young adults and dealt with a lot every day

you and him never really saw each other during the day because of how busy you two were

it was comeback season so that meant he was rarely home

actually, he wasn’t home at all; he stayed at the dorms with the boys so that transportation and work was easier

so the house felt even emptier and although you were extremely supportive of the boys you missed your husband

so one night when you got home from work, you just burst into tears

a patient of yours talked about losing his first love and yadayadayada

it just hit you for some reason

but you knew it was stupid to cry, you should be happy your husband was back with his brothers and doing what he loves

so while you made dinner you continued, you listened to the playlist you made for these types of scenarios

and with your luck, the song “Me and my Husband” started playing

all the emotions you had been holding in flowed back out as you related to every word

what you didn’t know was that Minho was done early today and was making his way back home to you

and at the perfect moment, when the line “But when he walks in, I am loved” he walked in the door

turning to look at him, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face

jumping into his arms, he staggered back a bit but held you nonetheless

“Did someone miss me?” he smirked

“oh shut up and kiss me” and that he did

all your sadness faded away and the stress taking place in your body relaxed

“you really missed me didn’t you?” he said, wiping what was left of your tears

“yea yea, now come help me with dinner”

he couldn’t wish to be anywhere else but here with you

Changbin

look at his smile pls

you and changbin have been married for about a year now

his fans were super supportive and they honestly were warning HIM not to break your heart

you were a youtuber and a producer who made music for groups like KARD and VAV

so obviously you and changbin barely saw each other when you two were busy

however, you had a day off but changbin on the other hand had to help chan with a song

even though today was your anniversary, you made him go help out chan

your marriage was important but you knew how important music is to him and the boys

looking around the house at the pictures of the both of you, you started to get teary eyed

all the memories came hitting you like a bus rip george o’malley

you decided to put all these memories into a video not only to put your emotions somewhere but for the fans as well

but there was a twist at the end no one expected

while Changbin and Chan were focused on the track they were working on, Jisung came in to show changbin something

“Just look”

changbins attention went to the video in front of him

there you were doing your makeup and a couple textboxes showed up talking about how depressed you were in the past

you were not in a good state of mind and weren’t sure life was for you

that was until Changbin walked into your life *cue “But when he walks in I am loved”*

He smiled at all the pictures of you and him; your first dates, the proposal, the wedding, and more couple pictures

but what he wasn’t expecting was the last picture

there you were, holding a pregnancy test with a hand covering your smile

bet your ass all of twitter was already talking about it, that’s how jisung found it

both chan and jisung were hopping off the walls congratulating changbin

He packed up all his stuff and rushed home as fast as he could

when he walked in, there you were in bed watching his music videos

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was kiss you and hug you so tight in his arms as if your were going to slip away

“So I’m guessing this means you’re happy?”

He kissed you again “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to surprise you” you shrugged

he layed in bed with you, head on your belly

“See that? Those are your uncles, they already want to meet you” you giggled

“and that is your daddy, I’m going to protect you with all I am. I already love you so much”

“what are you doing, Binnie?”

“shush woman I’m talking to my baby

you rolled your eyes, “i was your baby first”

He cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes

“you still are, you’re just my big baby”

giggles filled the air as you two wondered what your future would look like

Hyunjin

now hyunjin is a special case

all your days were filled with laughter and fun, your relationship was never dull

but recently he couldn’t be with you as much as you wanted

there were rumors about hyunjin dating and him and the company weren’t sure whether to deny or admit it

so for the mean time, you two couldn’t see each other for a bit

your days began getting dull and gray, you missed your energy boy

it didn’t help that you were just about to graduate and the stress of your future was filling your head

one day, it got too much and you spent the day crying

you missed hyunjin so much and wished he could be there with you

so what do you do to organize your thoughts?

make a tiktok

choosing the song “Mr Loverman” you record yourself sitting in your bed, head in your arms and curled up in a ball

the text went along like

“If it benefits him, I want him to let me go. I miss him so much but I know that this means the world to him. I just want to hold him”

of course the viewers had no idea what you were talking about, except for one

felix walked towards where the members were having dinner

“hyung look”

watching the video and listening to the lyrics, his chest felt so heavy

he wanted to throw everything up because the sadness was eating him up

“i have to see her”

although the boys were worried about the media and what the company would say, they still let him go

sitting on the floor against your bed listening to the song on repeat, you didn’t hear hyunjin come in

spotting you, he sat in the spot next to you

you jumped and looked at him with wide eyes

“hyunjin you can’t be here! what about the company and the saesangs and-”

he kissed you and held you in his arms

“i don’t care about any of that. If i can’t have you, I don’t want any of it.”

there you two sat, holding hands and looking at the moonlight from your window

he didn’t need to have supporters when his main supporter was sitting right next to him

Jisung

i miss minsung omg

you were an idol and it was no secret that you and jisung were in love with each other

but your companies forbid you two from being with one another, at least until you had a couple more years of being an idol

you and jisung had to pretend you were best friends, but that also meant no seeing each other very often

you wanted so bad just to say fuck it and come out to the public anyway

but you knew how much music meant to him

both of your fans weren’t even mad about the rumors, they were more mad at the invasion of privacy

one day, you had a video scheduled to do a cover

and what song did you want to sing? “Mr Loverman” of course

there you sat, in a blue turtleneck topped by a brown coat and plaid tennis skirt

as you sang, the lyrics just kept getting to you

you didn’t cry but when fans watched and analyzed the video, they noticed parts where your eyes watered

stray kids were one of the first viewers

there they sat in the dorm in front of the tv

watching you sing, they all praised your voice and how pretty you looked

but jisung noticed how the song affected you, and honestly it affected him too

he got his jacket and left the dorm, ignoring the boys calls and yells

arriving at your apartment, he knocked softly

and there you were, in one of his sweaters and tears in your arms

before any of you could say anything, he hugged you and tucked his head into your neck

“jisung?” your hands played with his hair

“ we can make this work, i don’t want to lose you”

after a while of talking, you too were just watching tv and cuddling, *like in the gif*

you didn’t want to be anywhere but with him

Felix

this gif makes me fall more in love with him

Felix and you have been a couple for about a year and a half

your fans loved how wholesome your relationship was

he was the light of your life and was the biggest energy booster

felix was always cooking and baking for you

now you were another idol but you were a solo artist

you also compose songs for groups like day6

so one day you were on the radio show that young k brian hosts

“so y/n, you are very open about your relationship with Felix. what is a song that reminds you of him or your relationship.”

you talked about the song “Me and my Husband”, making sure to remind people that you and felix aren’t married yet

so they asked you to sing a part of the song for them

as you sing the lines “But when he walks in I am loved, I am loved”

they all talked about how nice your voice was and continued talking about your career

but at one point, there was a phone call to the radio show

it was felix, you were so shocked that he would call but nonetheless it made you giggle

during the call, he told you to look over the the door

you looked over and there he was, drawing a heart with his breathe that hit the window *like in the gif*

you blushed and laughed at him

you can guess how much twitter was freaking out over the interaction

at home later, you thanked him for making your day

“i just love being your number one supporter”

Seungmin

im so in love with him

although seungmin and your relationship was fairly new, you two didn’t spend as much time together

you knew each other’s boundaries and knew how much your personal lives mattered

but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss each other

you were still in school technically but you also were an intern at a hospital

this meant that you didn’t have time to spend time with seungmin since you were either at your internship or studing

your favorite pastime was tiktok and playing the piano

so in the small free time that you had, you would post covers on tiktok and you gained a huge following

seungmin and the rest of the boys followed you on their personal accounts they have one and we all know it

However one day, you were missing seungmin terribly

your body ached for the feeling of his hugs and kisses on your nose

your followers kept suggesting for you to cover the song “Mr. Loverman” so you used this opportunity to let your emotions out

Seungmin was scrolling through his following on his tiktok account and he found your new video

your sweet silky voice filled his ears and he couldn’t help but smile

but his heart was starting to feel heavy and he noticed how your voice broke just a bit

after he finished watching and saving the video, he decided to video call you

and there he was, with so much love in his eyes

“I missed you”

“i miss you too minnie”

the two of you kept on the conversation being the sweetest couple ever

he made sure to never let you feel like that again

Jeongin

hes growing up so fast im crying

you and innie were still in school

and we all know how he is so obviously being in a relationship was fairly new and crazy to him

however you had a semi career on youtube where you posted singing and dance covers of numerous songs

recently, your music teacher assigned for you and the rest of your peers to sing or create a song that you relate to deeply OR reflects on your life

you browsed through songs like Gone Days, Zombie, and other various kpop songs

but you wanted to be different and do an english song

you were pretty good at english, since it was a class you chose to take

you also knew that your viewers were wanting an english cover on your channel for a while

deciding to chose the song “mr. loverman”, you started to record

unbeknownst to you, these videos were going to be shown to several other classes

one happening to be jeongins

while in the big auditorium, several students gasped and praised your singing skills

jeongin, however, looked over at you with stars in his eyes

after school, you both went out to your favorite cafe and back to the dorms

“you sounded really good” his cheeks were heating up

“i was singing about you, you know”

that earned you a kiss on your cheek and cuddles the rest of the day

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mingtease · 5 years ago

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Perfection

Hongjoong x fem!reader

Smut/Fluff

¡Warning! use of vibrating cock ring, overstimulation, praising, hickeys, sad joongie :(, Unprotected sex (use condoms pls)

Word count ; 1.1k

Unedited, written in hospital so im sorry if something is off

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Summary ; Being a leader and a producer is hard and overwhelming. Being put at such a position can make someone feel less of themselves. But luckily you have each other to remind yourselves you’re pure perfection.

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“Hongjoong! San won’t stop touching me!” Looking over at Mingi, Hongjoong rolls his eyes at the boys chasing each other. Normally he doesn’t mind their shenanigans, but today was just not the day.

His head ached of a horrible migraine, he had no motivation to produce songs, and the manager wouldn’t stop bugging him about another comeback.

His phone screen lights up with a buzz, seeing a text from you. His heart softens a bit. You ended your text with a smile, to which he couldn’t help but smile.

‘I’ll be home soon, I love you’ He texts and puts his phone down, returning to the lyrics he had no motivation for.

Hours fly when he looks up at the clock. 1:34 am. He sighs and pounds the desk in frustration, letting out a loud noise. All he got done was half a verse. The boys stop their dancing and look over at him, frowning at his frustrated state.

“Let’s go home. We have a rest day tomorrow and you should get all the rest you need” Yunho flashes his puppy smile. Hongjoong smiles softly at the boy and nods his head.

The ride home was the longest ride to him, despite only being 10 minutes. He sighs in relief when the taxi drops him off at your guys’ shared place.

He walks in, not expecting you to be up. To his surprise, you’re there on the couch watching t.v. while being on your phone.

“Hey,” he says quietly “You didn’t stay up so late for me right? I don’t want you to risk your health”

You look up at him with a cocked head. Something was off about him. He seemed so fragile, which was unlike him. You pat for him to sit next to you on the couch. He follows your actions and sits next to you, broken smile on his face.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep but...” You looked at him deep in the eyes “Is everything alright? Bad day?”

His eyes start to water as he looks at you. Your heart races slightly, thinking you said the wrong thing. His lips start to quiver and tears start to fall. His body automatically hugging you for comfort. His tears were heavy as you could feel them soak your shoulder. Your hands find their way to his hair, rubbing your hands through. Silent but effective comfort.

“I-I hate myself” He starts which causes you to go into an alert mode. “What?”

He raises his head up. “I can’t do anything right today. Or any day. I just- I wanna-“ You cut him off by kissing his lips. A kiss meant to be innocent and comforting. But when you pulled away, his eyes were changed. His hand moves to your waist and he pulls you in again, for another kiss. This time more rough and passionate.

“Shut the fuck up” you mumble against his lips. He opens his eyes but continuing to kiss you, mumbling a ‘hm?’

“You’re perfect.” You state as you pull away, just to go back to his neck, sucking on the soft skin sure to have marks afterwards.

A breathy moan escapes his lips, putting a hand on your back as you kiss his neck with passion. “Look at this handsome face” you mumble when your kisses move from his neck to up his jaw to the side of his face. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect”

He blushes a deep shade of red, never have you praised him during a heated session before. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

You take his hand, and you both walk to the bedroom. He pushes you down on the bed, returning the favor with hickeys and praises. “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you”

He grinds down on your core, his hard on causing bliss to run throughout your body as you let out a moan. “Fuckkkk” you both moan, almost in unison.

He overs over you, knees on either side of your thighs, reaching into the drawer. You assume its a condom, but to your shock, he pulls out the cock ring you bought him. But you have yet to have used it yet.

You bite your lip as he unzips his jeans, pulling them down and off. Revealing the boner painfully visible through his boxers. Your hand reaches to his crotch, grabbing his cock with a soft touch. He grinds into your hand and moans out.

He pulls down your panties, tossing them to the side. He rubs his clothed crotch against your exposed core. The feeling was euphoric, an unexplainable feeling sending a wave through your body. “Look at this pretty cunt, hmm”

“Fuck I cant wait for this” He pulled down his boxers and put on the cock ring. Turning it on to a setting higher than what you’d expect for a first time use. A low groan comes out of him.

“Jooooongie~ you look so big” you choke when he uses his fingers to play with the wetness of your core. “Is-Isnt that a high setting? We’ve never used it before”

He smirks down at you “well darling ive just never used it with you” he kisses you passionately, unexpectedly inserting himself inside you. Multiple moans come out of you both, mumbling the kiss.

Your hands his hair as his hands are roaming your body. “Look at this beautiful body, beautiful pussy. Beautiful neck.” He says as he pulls away from the kiss, admiring his artwork on your neck, as you admire the artwork you created on his neck.

“Just look at you” you moan out, pulling his lips back onto yours. “you always know how to pleasure me good.” you mumble against his lips and kiss him. “You’re such a hard worker” kiss “world’s best leader” kiss “you’re perfect” kiss.

He’s circling his hips, letting the vibrator hit your clit lightly. You mewl out noises you’ve never let out before. “Harder-“ you breath out, barely able to get out a word.

“As you wish baby” He presses harder against your clit, a sudden jolt going through your body.

Your leg starts to shake as you near an orgasm. “J-Joong” he smirks at your state. “Release babygirl. Come on now” he kisses your neck as he feels you hit your orgasm.

He thrusts into you a bit, then cums into you. He admires his cum dripping out of your pussy. “Fuck sweetheart”

He turns off the cock ring and takes it off. He leans down, kissing you sloppily. He pulls away and lays down next to you.

“Babe?” He says quietly. Panting, you look over at him. “Yeah?” You notice a different look in his eye, similar to the one before.

“Did you really mean it? When you said im perfect?” He says, a hopeful look in his eyes. You smile at him, kissing his cheeks, nose and lips. “Of course I meant it. With every bone in my body.” He smiles and kisses you back.

“I love you, y/n. Thank you”

#hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #mingi #jongho #yunho #san #seonghwa #yeosang #wooyoung #ateez fluff #hongjoong fluff #unedited #ateez smut

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yandere-society · 6 years ago

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Hello Lovely admins!!! Can I request Yandere Jungkook and Jin reacting to you having a secret sex Snapchat account? Or like one where you send nudes and stuff? Love y’all !!!

Broadcast

author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: Poor attempt at smut (heavy petting, degradation), possessive behavior, slut shaming

It was the day of the big Overwatch League match: Seoul Dynasty versus Vancouver Titans. Jungkook wanted to catch the first half of the game during his lunch break, so he set up the live stream on his work laptop and kicked back. While most of the stream chat was a constant influx of Korean, there was one message in English that kept popping up: “I’llBeYourBaby: Lonely and wanna talk to a cute egirl? Visit my stream😘✨ You won’t regret it 🍑” Jungkook scoffed at the plea for attention. The spiteful, cruel side of him felt the need to bully I’llBeYourBaby for whoring herself out to strangers. How desperate for money could someone be that they’ll sell their body for perverts on the internet? And what a lonely, miserable life a man must have lived to resort to paying an e-girl for a morsel of attention to be thrown their way. The very notion of internet prostitution, and sex work in general, was disgusting in Jungkook’s mind. But his conservative ways are exactly why he adored you.

You were the perfect girlfriend: responsible, considerate, loyal and sweet. You were committed to your job of tutoring English online, you were quick-witted, funny, and also enjoyed gaming just as much as he did. In Jungkook’s eyes, you truly were the love of his life, and he was practically ready to drop down on one knee.

Out of pure spite, Jungkook clicked on the username, entering the live stream at the top of the profile. With a twisted sense of justice, Jungkook was ready to spew vitriol at the female streamer to further his agenda, but immediately, it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. Jungkook expected the stream to be hosted by some busty, bimbo whose breasts spilled over her tank top while she played like shit in League. He expected some overly-flirtatious, inauthentic wannabe that was trying to make a quick buck from neckbeards. He expected anyone— everyone— except for you.

Unlike the risque, hypersexualized woman he had envisioned before, Jungkook saw that you were dressed somewhat modestly, wearing a simple white turtleneck, blush pink skirt and white knee-high socks. You weren’t flaunting your breasts or purposefully exuding sex appeal. Instead, you looked adorable as you fiddled with your purple galaxy Nintendo DS.

“Welcome, JustinSeagull! Thanks for joining my stream,” you greeted with a smile and wave. Jungkook found himself in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the predicament he’d just found you in. It certainly wasn’t a popular stream, but judging by the measly 16 viewers you were interacting with, Jungkook surmised that you were quite familiar with them.

knjkoya: baby, tell me why you’re so fine

jiiiiiimin: 😍😍😍😍

jiiiiiimin: step on me pls

Giggling, you addressed your viewers comments. “I would step on you, but Animal Crossing is so fuuuun,” you whined with a tiny, playful pout. “How was everyone’s day? Let me know below in the chat.”

HopeWrld: Thought about you all day 💚

CallMeJin: My day was fine, thanks for asking sweetheart. Are you enjoying animal crossing?

taetaebae: damn is it me or iss she acting mroe innocent than usual ??

You looked up from your DS to read the comments, giggling when you read the most recent ones. “Yes, I am enjoying myself, CallMeJin! Tom Nook is a huge jerk though, the interest rate on his loans are kind of bullshit,” you joked as you returned your attention to your device, uncrossing your legs slightly which gave your viewers a teasing glimpse of your underwear. Ones that Jungkook had gifted you for your 100 day anniversary.

As more comments rolled in, the filthier they became:

CallMeJin: Glad you’re having fun babygirl :)

knjkoya: i make 150k a year, i can pay off your loans any day if u just sit on my lap

D-Boy: im so fucking hard rn wtf

D-Boy: [COMMENT REMOVED BY MODERATOR]

Jungkook was in awe at the pure filth these degenerates were spilling. But most of all, he was upset at you— how could you demean yourself like this? How could you betray him? Jungkook pushed his sleeves up, ready to type a long-winded message defending your honor, a notification popped up on screen along with a gif of a cat pawing at the screen. Someone named HopeWrld had donated $100 to your stream.

“Oh! HopeWrld, thank you so much for the donation,” you chirped, “Since you helped me reach my goal, I’ll let you ask me one question, anything is fair game.” You winked at the camera, blowing a kissy face. Little by little, Jungkook’s perception of you was beginning to shatter, splintering into a thousand fragments. He thought back to all the times when you’d complain about receiving unsolicited dick pics, or reaffirm your idea that ‘men only think with their dicks.’ It was apparent Jungkook knew only of the side you wanted to show him, leaving him oblivious to the secrets you withheld from him— your very own boyfriend.

Despite the churning of his stomach, Jungkook remained firmly planted in his seat, unmoving, waiting to see how else you could disappoint him.

HopeWrld: Are you single?

Jungkook’s eyes burned holes into the computer monitor, anticipating your response. Since you were clearly lying to him, he assumed you’d do the same for your viewers. Perhaps you’d neglect to tell these scumbags that you had a boyfriend— one you’d been with for over two years, someone you shared a home with, no less. Jungkook’s tongue peeked out and wet his lips, the chapped skin craving any sort of moisture.

You sighed, folding the Nintendo DS in half and focusing your full attention at the camera. “Ah, interesting question.” Tucking your hands in your lap, you tilted your head slightly to the left, looking demure and shy. “I do have a boyfriend,” you admitted. Jungkook always found your mannerisms endearing, and even now, in the midst of his anger, he felt his heart beat erratically due to your telltale signs of nervousness: the twitch of your left eyebrow, the biting of your lip, the fiddling of your fingers.

“He doesn’t know I do this, though,” you quickly added. “It’s kind of my dirty little secret.”

D-Boy: Dirty little secret for a dirty little girl

taetaebae: i fuckin called it

taetaebae: @CallMeJin u still gonna act like a tryhard ?? lmao

knjkoya: i’ll give you $500 to break up with him, no kappa

Disregarding the comments, you continued to gush about Jungkook, although you didn’t explicitly mention his name. “But anyway, I’ve been with him for a few years now, and I love him so much. It would kill him if he ever found out about this.”

‘I love him so much’. Bullshit.

Jeon Jungkook knew everyone loved him, how could they not? Despite people likening him to James Dean or Adonis, Jungkook didn’t care much for his looks. He only cared about whether you found him attractive. The same could be said about any of his traits: his personality, his sense of humor, even the way he slept at night. The only love Jungkook cared about was yours. Your affection, your acceptance, your undivided attention.

Unlike him, though, you apparently craved the affections of other men— strangers from the internet who didn’t care about your generous soul and fragile heart. They only wanted to fuck you, discard you like trash until they found another shiny new toy.

Jungkook slammed his laptop shut, his mind clouded by fury, but still cognizant enough to formulate a plan. It was risky, but in the end it would ensure that you never consider straying from him again.

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Your fingers deftly thumbed the buttons of the gaming device, controlling your Animal Crossing character as they collected seashells from the shore. Every now and then, you’d giggle, wink at the camera, read a comment or two, and then return to your game. It was easy money, and it also boosted your ego a bit. Jungkook, although being an attentive, caring boyfriend, whilst being a more than a generous lover, could be a bit suffocating at times. He dictated what you wore— more often than not, suggesting you wear couple outfits— carefully monitored your social media and even conducted background checks on all of your male family members.

Although it was twisted, you couldn’t help but feel validated at the small bits of attention you got through streaming. It was what kept you practically sane in your relationship with Jungkook, what ensured that you never snapped back at your boyfriend when he urged you to wear something less revealing, or when he scolded you for “flirting” with the older blind gentleman that lived in your apartment complex.

Humming contentedly, you delivered a package to a citizen named Purrl, only glancing up at your computer monitor to briefly acknowledge the chat, when you spotted Jungkook glaring at you from the doorway. Startling slightly, you hit Control + Tab and switched to Youtube, trying to look inconspicuous.

“H-Hi baby,” you greeted, smiled forced, yet still somewhat genuine. “You’re home early, I didn’t hear you arrive.” Jungkook clicked his tongue and pushed off the doorframe, stride confident and eyes set to kill. He responded vaguely, “Got out early.”

Jungkook approached you, his dominating presence settling over the back your white gaming chair. He feigned interest at your game at hand, “Well, what do we have here?” You glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend, doing your best to keep your cool. “Ah, yeah, I’m playing Animal Crossing! Isn’t my character adorable?” You nudged the DS towards Jungkook who smiled politely— he knew that you knew that wasn’t what he was talking about, but Jungkook was certain that he could play the better liar.

He accepted the DS from your hands and inspected your character, before handing the electronic device back. “She looks just like you, Y/N. It’s cute.” You blushed, not because of his praise, but due to the embarrassment. Your livestream was still ongoing, meaning your viewers were seeing this entire awkward situation unfold, and you hoped to God that Jungkook didn’t notice the tiny green dot on your webcam. If he did, Jungkook would undeniably find a way to take away the only form of freedom you had to interact with the opposite sex.

“You know,” he mused, coiling a strand of hair around his index finger, “I also think it’s cute how you actually believe you can lie to me.” Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath hitched slightly as you tried to remain calm. You kept your concentration solely on Animal Crossing, trying to avoid your boyfriend’s scrutiny. Jungkook leaned in closer until his face was level with yours. Peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his focus was not on you, but rather on your computer monitor, right hand already poised on the mouse. The cursor dragged over to the leftmost tab and you sucked in a breath, an intense sense of impending doom coiling in your gut.

The screen changed to show a mirror image of yourself, alongside Jungkook, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. Your secret had been exposed— and you knew it was only a matter of time, as keeping secret from Jungkook was a difficult task— but you hadn’t imagined it to happen this way. To be exposed on stream, by none other than your boyfriend.

You expected his fury, his disappointment— any sort of reaction, really— instead, feeling the tantric slither of his hand as it crept up your sternum.

“If you want to attention so badly, all you had to do was ask, babe,” Jungkook murmured into the shell of your ear, his body gracefully sliding itself under your thighs and repositioning you onto his lap. Tantalizingly slow, Jungkook’s fingers worked their way up the expanse of your chest until they nestled themselves over your breasts, his hands palming the clothed surface.

Although he was gentle, there was an underlying roughness to his touch. His fingers pinched the flesh of your breasts until it hurt, but would release a second later, only to alleviate the discomfort with soothing massages. Jungkook’s mouth rhythmically suckled pink bruises into the crook of your neck, eliciting a soft whimper. He smirked, satisfied that he was able to rile you up so easily. He lazily dragged his tongue up the column of your throat until his mouth rested right under your ear, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in its wake.

His left hand relinquished control of one breast and acquainted itself with your inner thigh, his thumb toying with the elastic with featherlight touches. “You’re such a stupid little slut,” Jungkook purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “But at least you’re my little slut.” During all your moments of intimacy, Jungkook had never once bestowed upon you such a degrading name, as his kinks were more aligned towards praise rather than humiliation. But you surmised that his spiteful words were simply misplaced frustration.

How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? It was impossible to tell, as you found yourself lost in the sensual motions, completely forgetting that, although you were in private, your stream was still live. You were only pulled out of your lust-induced haze when you heard the chime of your donation notification, reminding you that you had a small audience of onlookers. “Jungkook, the- the stream… I need to end the broadcast,” you weakly protested, trying to wriggle out from his grasp. Your boyfriend kept you firmly molded to him, his growing need nestled between the folds of your skirt.

“Let them watch,” Jungkook stated, brazenly making eye contact with the camera. “Since you clearly don’t mind the attention, why don’t we give them a run for their money?”

Your eyes widened, finding Jungkook’s shamelessness slightly erotic, but nevertheless feeling absolutely mortified at your compromising position. Comments were rolling in steadily, causing your heart to clench in self-loathing.

taetaebae: wtf wtf wtf

taetaebae: this shit is fuckin wilfd lmfao 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

D-Boy: what a hoe

HopeWrld: what is even happening

D-Boy: at least shes hot tho

“Kookie, baby please,” you pleaded, grabbing onto the one arm that fondled your breast, feeling the sinew of his muscles ripple under your fingertips. “I’m guh-gonna get banned if you k-keep- keep doing this.” Jungkook ignored your weak-willed objections and continued to torment you by sliding his finger into your slick heat. A moan was coaxed from your throat, the shiver from his sudden entrance causing you to lean into further into Jungkook’s chest.

knjkoya: Lucky bastard

CallMeJin: After all the money I’ve sent you?? At the very least, you could have just pretended to be a good girl, I’llBeYourBaby. Unsubscribing. Pokimane is hotter anyway.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the visual in front of you: Jungkook’s right hand splayed across your chest, while his left hand sinful touches under the ruffles of your skirt— which was, thankfully, hidden low enough to not be captured on the stream— whilst his mouth worked in tandem, leaving your neck littered in splotches of pink, red and lilac. You looked like a mess, but felt completely invigorated.

But still, despite your body being pulled into euphoria, your mind was plagued with negative thoughts. These viewers, your followers, were one of the last few sources of entertainment left, and if the broadcast was reported then your IP would be banned permanently, which meant no more streaming, no more fun, no more freedom.

Pulling away from Jungkook’s lips, you attempted to stand your ground, craning your neck to face him. “Jungkook, please don’t do this while I’m live. Let me sign out and I’ll take care of you.” Your boyfriend’s eyes settled on your bite-swollen lips and the way your heavy-lidded eyes betrayed your protests to stop. He should get what he wants while respecting your autonomy, but the selfish, vile side within him screamed to punish, punish, punish.

Jungkook gently brought his lips to yours, giving you a tender, chaste kiss, lulling you into a false sense of security. You smiled shyly, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks and Jungkook returned the gesture with one of his toothy grins. Ever so carefully, Jungkook raised his hips and pulled out something hard, firm, from his rear pocket— a thick bundle of crisp, $100 bills, totaling close to three grand.

As soon as your guard had been let down, he shoved the stack into your mouth, effectively gagging you. His other hand clamped down on your wrists, preventing them from reaching the mouse or keyboard. “You want these loser scumbags to pay you while you act like their cute, sweet gamer girlfriend? How about cold, hard cash? Will that keep you satisfied, princess?”

Jungkook eyed the chatroom, his attention catching on a particular message that, if it could even be possible, made dick harden even more.

jiiiiiimin: you should just let us watch you fuck her

With a scoff and cocky grin, Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. “Like hell I will. Go get your dicks hard to someone who’s not taken.” And with that, Jungkook pushed off the chair, pinning you into the desk on your stomach, whilst his other hand palmed the flesh of your bottom, a telltale sign that a rather lengthy spanking would be coming your way. The sheer force of your readjustment onto the desk had sent the computer monitor and webcam tumbling off the desk, landing in a shattered mess on the floor, pieces of plexiglass and plastic littered everywhere.

You made a mental note: be sure to buy a new monitor after Jungkook’s punishment, and make sure the next one is shatter-proof.

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cb-143 · 5 years ago

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Day6 Reaction: Phone Sex

Anon: Could you do day6s reaction to doing phone sex with their partner while on tour pls?

yes, yes I can.

Jae

Jae's hand gripped the base of his erect shaft. He knew that he would finish too soon if he didn't stop staring at you. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes off your erotic, naughty actions on his phone screen. You were watching him, too. From the angle he positioned his phone, you could see his sweaty forehead, his pleading, dark eyes, and his cock. You watched him throb and twitch, saw the glistening precum that drooled out non-stop.

"Baby, you're gonna cum already?" You aske and bit your lip. Jae groaned; the sound added to your own pleasure.

"You look so hot, 's your fault." His right hand stroked himself again. Though he didn't want to cum before you had, he needed teh pleasure. He needed the release.

Since you were with him, Jae hadn't been able to cum on his own. Those phone calls were his only way of getting himself off – his orgasm laid in your hands.

Sungjin

It was a topic Sungjin was very open about. He had his needs, you had yours. He missed you a lot , you missed him even more. It was very often that you would sext, or have phone sex while he was gone. He wasn't the type to send you nudes; rather than that, Sungjin loved to send you dirty, detailed messages of what he wanted to do to you, of memories running through his mind, the past times you had gotten intimate. One thing he loved was to order you around; you listened so well, even through the phone, when he was so far away from you. Right now, you also listened to his commands. Your hands travelled along your body, imitating his; your moans made Sungjin go crazy... he couldn't hold back any longer, but began to pleasure himself too. As you got off on his command, he got off to your noises.

Young K

"Babygirl/boy, show me what I'm missing most." He had no shame asking for it – and he expected you to listen, to want it as well. He knew that you missed his kisses and how much you missed his touch – just as much as he missed your beautiful, sexy body. Younghyun loved to talk dirty to you during those times. His words were so filthy, you would have been ashamed of simply hearing them, if they didn't turn you on so much and made you grow harder/wetter than you already were. You made sure to give back to him; you never failed to give him a show. All you'd see was his eyes becoming darker and his hand beginning to move in a region the camera didn't show, when you stripped for him, touched yourself on his command, and moaned his name.

Wonpil

You were used to Wonpil's voice being hoarse. Tour-life was tough and Wonpil had always been giving his all when he sung. His voice was lovely, you'd always listen to him closely, with your heart aching. This time, though, when you talked to him through your phone, his voice was a new, different kind of off. He sounded breathy, the pitch a certain degree higher than usual. You had caught on long ago – Wonpil had reacted deliciously embarrassed as you had asked him if he was touching himself. It seemed to have gotten you aroused as well; him touching himself while she was merely talking to him. The fact that she had that effect on him.. Wonpil's hand kept stroking his cock, the motions sounded slick and smooth, a mixture of lube and his precum helping him to enhance his pleasure the most he could without you there. His left hand roamed around his body, helplessly, he would fondle his balls, pinch his nipples, all things that you would do if you were there.

Dowoon

The poor baby almost fell back onto his drums as he saw the picture that you had sent him. His cock immediately begging for his attention within his trousers; his eyes seemed glued to the way that the lingerie you wore hugged your body in all the places that he loved most.

He called you from inside a bathroom and you weren't surprised to find him sound flustered, frustrated, and needy. You knew him too well – you were aware that he was already touching himself. You didn't mind to instruct him, to talk to him and help him.

"Imagine it's my hand on you – or my mouth. You love it when I suck your cock, don't you, baby?" Dowoon moaned as a reply. He was fisting his cock quickly, he desperately wanted to cum. "Mhh, I love it too. Your cock feels so nice in my mouth. But you know what I like even more is how it fills me out so well.." It was you who moaned, so loudly that you were unable to hear his noises. You had pushed a toy inside you; while it was not as big as Dowoon, and certainly couldn't fuck you like he could, you were tighter than usual, without him there. So you fucked yourself with your toy, wishing for him to return soon, and he jerked himself off, wishing you were there, and you finished nearly at the same time.

#day6 #day6 smut #kpop #kpop smut #day6 reactions #day6 scenarios #sungjin #dowoon #jae #park jaehyung #kang younghyun #brian kang #young k #wonpil

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blackpantherismyish · 6 years ago

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Walls (3)

Playhouse

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning(s): NSFW, just nasty...

Listen to: PlayHouse By Trey Songz

A/N: Dedicated to @vanitykocaine

Song lyrics = Bold

Dialogue = Italics

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The next few weeks between Vanity and Erik were filled with sporadic meetings and late night conversations. It's like Vanity couldn't function without Erik. And it seems neither could Erik. On more than one occasion, Erik called her at 2 o'clock in the morning. The time she would get off work and they would talk until either of them fell asleep on the phone. Most of the time, that one being Erik. With these visits and conversations Vanity feened for something she had yet to get from Erik. If you get the drift. Sitting on loveseat in her living room, she read through the messages her and Erik had exchanged.

Erik🤤😈: When you gonna let me slide through to yo crib?

VMonaé🥃😍: When I feel like it.

Well it seemed like tonight was the moment of truth.

Baby when ya lonely

U can find me in ya call log

Tell me that ya horny I'll kindly come

Over and get things popped off

Vanity finger hovered over the call button while she took in a deep breathe. Mentally preparing herself, she finally pressed the button. Putting the phone up to her ear, it rang twice before Erik picked up.

“Hey Babygirl.”

“Hey Erik… You busy?” Vanity played with the hem of the black lace boyshorts she wore under the damn near see through tanktop. She wasn't too fond of pants.

“Nah, why? You need something, lil mama?” Erik sat his gold rimmed glasses down next to him while he pinned his hair up on the top of his head. If he was a fruit, he'd be a fineapple.

“Yeah. I need you to come through.” Vanity giggled softly.

“Oh? Bet. What's your address?” Erik stood up from his office chair and grabbed a shirt from his dresser.

Vanity told him her address and they hung up. Getting up from her couch, Vanity walked into her kitchen and grabbed two of her favorite drinks. Hennessy and Apple Juice. They made an excellent concoction when put together. Mixing the drink in her cup, she sat back on the couch and waited for Erik to arrive. After about 25 minutes, there a knock on Vanity's door. Getting up, while still holding her cup, she walked over and opened the door. Erik stood at her door in a blue tanktop and some loose fitting basketball shorts. Biting her lip, Vanity moved out of the way to allow him to walk in. Looking around and sniffing, Erik surveyed her body as she closed the front door.

“You got Henny, don't you?” Erik watched Vanity walk over to him.

“Yeah. How did you know?” She craned her neck to look up at his face.

“I drink it all the time.” Erik took the cup from her hand and took a huge gulp nearly downing the rest on the cups contents.

“Nigga… I know you didn't just… you know what. “ Vanity laughed shaking her head. She was starting to feel her buzz. Erik laughed along with her, finishing the cup.

“I did. And you gonna be okay with that shit.” Erik leaned against the back of the couch and let his eyes follow Vanity's body into the kitchen.

“Whatever. I know it's late, but you hungry?” Vanity searched through the cabinets that were within her reach. She really didn't feel like getting her stool at the moment.

“Yeah, but I ain't hungry for food lil mama.” Erik voice had dropped to a rumble that reverberated against the walls. Which walls you say? Well…

Get into ya favorite game we call it 4play

I wanna kiss up on ya neck i'll do it slowly

You know...u can get it whenever babe

The bedrooms the playground babe

Call me so we can play...house

“Huh?” was all Vanity could say as she turned around and bumped into Erik's sculpted chest. Grabbing her chin, he made her eyes meet his.

“You heard me. I've been watching yo body since I got here. You know what I'm tryna eat.” Erik's callused hands made their way to her throat and wrapped around it.

“O-okay Er-" Erik hand squeezed around her throat.

“It's Daddy until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” Erik raised an eyebrow, causing Vanity to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

“Yes Daddy.” Vanity stared up at him in awe. She had never been handled like this before and she was extremely turned on and surprised that she was enjoying this. Letting her throat go, they made their way back to the living room. Once they got around the couch, Erik noticed the Henny bottle on the table and picked it up. He spun the top off and took a swig from it, letting the excess drip down his chin.

“Ever had Henny drank off you?” Erik twirled the cap between his fingers as Vanity sat down on the loveseat.

“N-no. But I've always wanted to try.” Her emerald eyes peeked through naturally long lashes and Erik slowly dropped to his knees.

“Panties off.” He took another swing from the bottle and sat it on the floor next to him. His fingers found the hem of his shirt while Vanity's fingers shimmied down her panties. Pulling Vanity to the edge of the couch and propping her legs on his broad shoulders, he picked up the bottle and let his lips ghost against her clit. Tilting the bottle and letting the brown liquor dribble down her body, Erik's lip latched onto her clit and sucked the liquor off her body.

“O-oh fuck…” Vanity rubbed her hands down her body and grabbed onto Erik's head.

Erik's thick tongue slid up and down her wet folds while he poured more of the liquor down her body, sucking her clean in the process. Just as Vanity was reaching her peak, her phone buzzed on the couch.

“F-fuck.” She reached over and picked it up to read the screen. Putting the bottle behind him, Erik swirled his tongue around her clit before looking up at her.

“Who is it?” Erik voice sent shivered up her spine as she stared at the phone.

“You better answer Daddy.” Erik's hand smacked the bare skin of her ass which in turn made her buck her hips.

“I-it's my boyfriend Daddy.” Vanity peered down at Erik who had lifted his head. With an eyebrow raised, he smirked.

“Answer it.” Erik grunted diving back between her plentiful thighs. Swiping her shaking finger against the screen to answer the facetime call.

“Hey baby.” Beamed her year long boyfriend Justin. He had been gone for a while and they tended to call each other when he wasn't busy.

“H-hey babe. How a-are you?” Vanity bit her lip, gripping onto Erik's dreads as he slurped and sucked on her clit while toying with her opening with his middle finger.

“I'm wonderful.” Justin raised an eyebrow, he could see that Vanity was flustered, like she had run a marathon. “You okay Van?”

Attempting to gain most of her composure, she nodded.

“Yeah. Just came from a late night gym run.” And she gave him a reassuring smile.

“Oh okay.. Well I'll let you get some rest. You go hard in the gym so you're probably tired as fuck right.” Justin chuckled.

“Yeah baby. I'll talk to you later. Love you.” Vanity smiled.

“Love you too, By-" Before he could finish, her finger slammed into the end call button.

“F-fuck!” Erik slammed his finger into her love cave and she shook violently.

“So why didn't you tell Daddy you had a boyfriend baby girl?” Erik stood to his feet, laying Vanity down on her back.

Baby it feels like heaven

Feels like breakfast on sunday morning

It feels right oooooh girl

I love makin yo love come down

We make those love sounds...we can do it

“I-I'm sorry Daddy. I w-was going to…” Vanity scanned Erik's body as he slid down his shorts and his boxers while climbing between her legs.

“I'm going to show you what happens when you don't tell Daddy things.” Erik grabbed the base of his fully hard dick and teased her swollen clit with his tip.

“D-daddy pl-" Vanity voice became caught in her throat as Erik pushed his dick into her without much of a word.

“Damn girl.. This lil pussy tight as fuck..” Erik began to surge his hips in and out of Vanity at a quick pace. Her juices coating him with the quickness. Vanity's fingers gripped onto Erik's keloid covered biceps, the keloids she had only learned about just days earlier.

“F-fuck, you're so big…” Vanity stared up at Erik, his face twisted with pleasure as he pounded into her with ease.

“I bet yo nigga can't fuck you like this, can he?” Erik drilled into you quickly. Her wetness coating her thighs and Erik's pelvic muscles.

“N-no Daddy he doesn't.” Vanity threw her head back and whined her hips against Erik's.

“Your pussy don't grip him like this does it?” Erik rocked himself into Vanity, causing the couch to rock with him. Erik reached up and grabbed her throat. With Erik deep inside of her and his hand around her throat, she couldn't really form sentences so she nodded.

“Use your words, lil girl.” Erik growled, leaning his face down to hers and staring into green eyes that were hooded with lust.

“N-no.” She whispered.

“No what?” Erik smacked her ass.

“NO DADDY!” She screamed arching her back off the couch.

Erik growled as her pussy tightened around his dick, she was close and so was he. Pinning her hips down with his free hand, Erik slammed into her gspot and her legs began to shake vigorously.

“You gonna cum on this dick? That pretty pussy gonna cum on this dick?” Vanity nodded frantically and bit her lip to hold back on a moan.

“You better cum then cause I'm right behind you.” Erik grunted, pressing her legs to her chest and pounding his hips into Vanity's. Crying out, she came undone under him, Erik followed suit. He panted, pulling himself out and watching his cum drip down Vanity's thigh and the tip of his dick.

Its dat role play role play

Show me what you bout girl

[Break it down 4 daddy]

We can play house girl

Role play role play

Show me what you bout girl

Her legs shook as she looked up at Erik, his lips twisted in a wicked smirk while he stared back down at her.

“I hope you know we ain't finished, lil girl.” Erik sat back and pulled Vanity on his lap cause her to gasp.

“O-oh god…” Vanity whimpered, glancing down at Erik's lap and back up at him.

“Don't call on him… He can't save you now…”

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