#jk it's okay he still has his eyelashes and eyebrows

[the-way-astray]

Took your mans weave 🤭

his hotness factor just went through the floor. he's nothing without his hair . . .

[dine-on-nervine]

I do miss the Editable Reblogs feature of Xkit.

What did you have for dinner tonight? It's 6:29am. The plan is two hotdogs from my girlfriend's work party.

If you were given a million dollars, what would you spend it on? Probably get a new electric or hybrid car, and do something about my girlfriend's debts. The rest would go in the bank.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend? Likely. My mother's reaction was "grow up", to which I pointed out that since I was 17 I was very much acting age-appropriate.

What does your bedroom smell like right now? I don't want to figure it out. First thing in the morning two hot bodies breathing overnight raises the temperature to humid.

Have you ever shaved off your eyebrow before? Yes, actually. There was the time my grandmother noticed I trimmed my eyelashes, but no one said a word about my brows.

Do you want to have a boy or girl whenever you have kids? I don't want children.

You're pregnant with twins: What do you name them? This happened years ago, and the names were David and Clarissa.

Describe your outfit. Stark freaking naked right now.

What gigabyte is your memory card? Which one? The camera is half a gig. The phone is 32gb.

What brand is your digital camera? Kodak.

When was the last time you hung out with your best friend? Last year. He says he wants to come over here but doesn't trust his car, plus has a financial incentive to wait until the second half of August, so it'll be a little while.

What is a movie you're waiting to see? I don't really care about movies presently, but my girlfriend passed me the trailer to a movie about Santa Claus (played by JK Simmons) getting kidnapped which might be interesting.

Who was the last person to cook something for you? Tanya.

Do you ever sit and think What If about something? On the daily.

If so, what is it? I have a list.

What’s on tv right now? I would not know this. I don't have a television.

Do you ever stop and smell the roses? I do try.

Where do you download music from? Mostly from SoulSeek, though the occasional YouTube-to-MP3 site fills in some gaps.

How many channels do you have on your tv? No TV.

What are you most scared of? "Stupid people in large groups", said George Carlin. The orange menace to democracy and his fascist followers.

If you were given a chance to bring someone back to life, who would you choose? Sam Kinison.

Do you talk to any of your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend? I'm still tight with my ex, but have nothing to do with any of the former girlfriends after her. I used to stay in contact with old girlfriends from my youth but time has passed.

If so, which one? Asked and answered.

What is your mom doing right now? Hell if I know, she's four hours away. But probably having breakfast because she's an early riser.

Are you currently listening to music? No.

What is the weather like right now? Looked okay at 5am, but it will likely rain a bit later.

Do you like new music or older music? Older music since there hasn't been much good music put out there since the 1990s. Also, get off my lawn.

If you could make a law, what would kind of law would you make? I'd break the double-standard about showing breasts in America. The nation would be a happier place if everyone could get their tits out.

What was the last video game you played? Not really sure, it's been awhile. But in other news, the writer of H.E.R.O. for the Atari 2600 has written a new 2600 game which went on sale about a week ago. Money's tight until after July 2 and then I go on a road trip so can't spend much yet.

What is currently going on in the room you're in right now? I'm writing this reply. Girlfriend left for work an hour and a half ago. Nothing else is possible.

Do you know where your best friend is? He's probably in bed dreaming about gay porn.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook? I'd have to look. [looking] A woman by the name of Denise, who spoke of watching a movie that she read about in Penthouse.

What is your display picture of on Facebook? The keyboard of a 1917 Underwood #5 typewriter.

Do you ever sit and think about the past? Nearly nonstop.

If you could relive any moment in time: what would it be? The one my mind always goes to was from when I was 13 and the opportunity for something great came up but I didn't know how to approach it so squandered the chance.

Are you a talker or a listener? Definitely more of a listener.

What is one food you will not eat? I am not fond of strawberries or raspberries.

Do you eat anything now that you never used to eat? Quite a few things. Our perceptions of food are formed by what we were served by our parents, and there was a lot they didn't touch.

Have you ever kissed the same sex? Once. That's how I know I am straight, I was pretty wigged out.

When does school start this year? It just got out. Leave them kids alone!

Do you ever shout for absolutely no reason? You're talking about parents and siblings.

Have you stuck with your new years resolution? I didn't really make one this year.

Do you need to lose any weight right now? Yeah. Which circles back to my new years resolution I didn't make.

What is something you want right now? To be asleep and not have to go to work today. Neither of those are possible. So I will settle for some dirty pictures after I post this.

Do you hate when you see teachers in stores? Actually I like it since I've been out of school for decades.

What always puts a smile on your face? Boobies. Ante up, I need a grin this morning.

Where can I find you on a Saturday night? Wherever I happen to go, or right here at home.

What is the best thing about Sundays? My weekend has started.

What is your music provider (itunes, windows media player)? My MP3 players.

How many songs do you have? On the USB thumbdrive in the car, 1200. On my hard drive, no idea but it's probably like ten thousand.

When was the last time you had a period? As a guy, I have never had one.

Why do you think the sky is blue? Diffraction of light.

If you could change the sky to any color, which would you choose? Blue is fine, with the occasional purple to keep people's attention.

Is there anything wrong with you right now? Sometimes I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go, but most of the time I've got a place to be and nothing to wear.

Do you hate when people stare at you? I do tricks when that happens, it's what they're waiting for... right?

[theneondemonx]

MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

[ahundredtimesover]

Fight for You Epilogue (04)

04: When you get stressed

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: established relationship - FFY couple; fluff, smut (18+)

Warnings: foul language; sexual content (making out, oral f. receiving) (18+)

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: UHHH JK in that white Alexander Wang track pants - but shirtless - bc 3J dance to Butter still haunts me 😊

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You hold up the green knitted shirt and pants next to Jungkook and nod in satisfaction. 

“This is nice. Let’s get all 3 colors,” you say.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “All 3? It’s see-through, ___. Where will I wear these?”

“At home!” You exclaim.

“Over 500,000 won a set and I’m just gonna wear them at home?”

“It’s see-through!” You argue.

“Exactly.”

“People will pounce on you if they see what’s hiding underneath,” you explain.

“But—“

“Babe, please, can I just get you these? You’ll look so good in them. They’re the last, I promise,” you flutter your eyelashes.

“You said the leather jacket was the last, then the white track pants before that, then the sheer and satin polos before that,” he sighs, lifting the multiple paper bags in his arms. “I can’t… I don’t want you to buy me any more. We talked about this.”

“But I’m stressed,” you pout, hugging his torso while you stand in the middle of the store. “I already feel way better than I did earlier.”

“Why don’t you buy for yourself then? You like doing that.”

“I splurge on myself when I’m sad. But I’m not sad, I’m stressed.”

“So because you’re stressed, buying for me makes you what, not stressed?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“It makes me forget a little that I’m stressed. Imagining you in these clothes gets me all excited,” you reason, walking towards another shelf to retrieve a hat and placing it on his head.

“Hmm, cowboy Jungkook sounds so sexy,” you smirk.

Jungkook laughs and returns the hat on the shelf. “You gotta give me a heads up on these fantasies, alright angel?” He whispers in your ear.

“I’m doing it now!” You whine.

“It doesn’t count,” he kisses the pout off your lips. “Come on, let’s check these out before I change my mind.”

You excitedly head to the counter and pay for the items, your eyes glimmering with joy while Jungkook’s are a tad bit unsure, still not used to you spending for him like this. 

“No spoiling me for another year or so, okay?” He says, taking the paper bag in his hand and walking out the store with you.

“I’ll try,” you tease, but you both know that this is one aspect of your relationship where you always get your way, and despite the discomfort Jungkook may feel, he also knows it’s how you show your love, and he won’t deny how happy it makes him seeing you happy.

**

Your left eye twitching matches the flickering of the light by the door of your home office, causing imbalance in the space that requires your utmost focus as you work on documents for your upcoming business review. 

Normally, it wouldn’t bother you, as you could easily tune out distractions like that, but recently, your stress levels have shot up the roof and you seem to be panicking more than usual.

You bury your head in your arms on top of your desk and release a long and deep groan.

You’re exhausted. 

Aside from your expanded functions in the marketing department, your father has recently required you to attend some meetings with the Human Resources and Staff Development heads, and you assume it’s the departments he wants you to oversee in a few months’ time. The business trips continue, with travels to nearby countries happening more frequently than you’re used to, and the last quarter has just rolled in, ever the busiest time for you.

And that damn light. You wish it would just fix itself since you don’t know how to, so you stare at it again and hope for a miracle.

You groan once more and wish you could actually enjoy your weekend instead of recomputing figures so you could start your presentation.

“Someone’s a little grumpy,” Jungkook walks in and kisses your pouty lips. “Everything okay, angel?”

You exaggeratedly shake your head no. “I’m tired and stressed and stress-eating like, I’m suddenly craving so many things and I…” You drop your head.

“Why am I so rattled? I know what to do but my mind can’t fully process what I need to do because it goes off to the million other things that need my attention,” you continue, looking up at Jungkook who’s now sitting on the edge of your desk in front of you. 

“I can’t even check off anything from my to-do list because I’m not finishing anything!” You explain, showing your planner. “And I haven’t visited the kids in weeks, I haven’t seen Yoongi and Hoseok in so long, and I haven’t had my usual hot bath in days…” You whine.

“Hmm, you done?” Jungkook softly smiles.

You think a little bit.

“And I miss you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a week,” you add.

“We shopped and had dinner last night,” he laughs. 

“See? Even something like that flies off my head so quickly. Oh my god, I’m a mess. These are the moments I wish I had siblings, you know? So at least we could divide and conquer. But wow, hats off to my father who gets to do all this shit on his own,” you ramble.

“You’re not a mess,” Jungkook says and pulls you off your seat so you could stand in between his legs. “And your father has assistants to delegate work to. He already told you to get your own but you’re insisting that you don’t need one.”

“I have enough people doing things for me,” you sigh. “I need to learn to do things for myself. You know, grow up a little.”

“This is different, ___. This is work. It’s okay to say you need help and that you can’t do everything on your own,” he replies, caressing your cheek.

“Wow, look at you, being wise and all.”

“Just telling you things you always tell me,” he shrugs. “But I’m serious, get that job posting for an assistant out, okay?” 

“Okay,” you say, falling into his hug, one you always miss even if you’re pretty sure you had one last night, too.

“Alright, anything more you need to let out?”

“The light by my door is about to give up,” you answer.

“I’ll get on it tomorrow,” he assures you.

You hum in response.

“I got you your favorite noodles, by the way,” he says, rubbing your arms. “Mrs. Hwang said you haven’t had lunch so you should eat now.”

“You went to the orphanage already?” You ask excitedly, knowing he got this from the family restaurant you always go to after you visit. “How are the kids? Do they miss me? Did you tell them I miss them?”

“They’re fine and yes and yes. They seem to have understood when I told them you’re just busy with many things but that you’ll visit when you can.”

“Okay, thank you for going there.” You hug him again and feel a hundred times better than you did just 2 minutes ago. “Can you just hug me while I eat?”

He blushes at your neediness. “Alright. But I’ll have to leave right after, okay?”

“Why?” You pout.

“The gym will have inspectors today and Jin asked me to join him to scare them in case I need to,” Jungkook explains. “But knowing him, he’s probably just nervous. He invested a lot on the repairs and new equipment and he needs moral support.”

You nod, not wanting to take his time from his friend as well, knowing that Jungkook goes to you whenever he’s able to.

He doesn’t actually hug you while you eat, but he does cuddle and massage the tight knots on your shoulders after your meal. 

You’re a hard person to let go but he also knows you need this time to concentrate and perhaps a little incentive could help with that.

“So I was thinking… Maybe we could do dinner and karaoke tonight? I won’t sing but I’m sure Yoongi and Hoseok would be game, so would Jin and Ina,” Jungkook says as he cleans up the desk for you.

“Sounds good. Maybe you could invite Yeong-ja, too,” you offer.

“Are you sure about that?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Jin has a crush on her, and ever since you said she’s his type, I was thinking maybe we could matchmake them or something,” you shrug. “Plus, through Jimin’s social powers, we found out that she doesn’t actually have a crush on you because she’s into older men and she likes funny guys. And you’re neither.”

“That’s nice to know,” he deadpans. “Good thing being funny isn’t a criteria to date you.”

“Well, it’s somewhere there but you know, you’re funny sometimes,” you laugh at his frowning face. “Like, sometimes, sometimes.”

“Whatever,” he says dryly.

“I’m kidding, babe! Sort of,” you giggle, pecking his lips to try to get him to smile, which he does.

“Alright, I’ll get going. Be ready by 6? I’ll be the one to tell Namjoon and Mr. Sim.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

**

Karaoke ended up being more like a night at a bar more than anything, which you enjoyed just the same. 

Yoongi and Hoseok drank a little more than they intended, and spent a good portion of the night singing and dancing on top of the table, with Ina trying to make sure they didn't break anything. Jin and Yeong-ja had their own world on the other end of the couch, making you hopeful with your matchmaking efforts, and you sang during the few moments the microphone was free because your best friends had to use the washroom or drink water.

Jungkook stayed by your side the whole night, holding you close as he knows it’s what you like when you’re stressed and tired. He’s learned how to deal with the different versions of you and even if you promised you wouldn’t think about work, he didn’t nag you when he saw you check your work email to respond to something important.

You’re now laying on your bed and feeling more relaxed than you did a few hours ago, and you have Jungkook to thank for that. He made sure you had your bath with your candles and your oils, and blew your mind with his expert fingers on your cunt as an added bonus.

“Feel better, angel?” He whispers next to you.

“I do, thank you,” you hum against his lips. 

He’s about to ask if there’s anything more you need but your snores fill the room instantly and he grins instead, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead before he falls into slumber, too.

**

You’re at least thankful that your body feels the sense of urgency when it comes to all the things you need to do, as you wake up early the next day and check your phone only to be reminded that it’s Sunday but you still have work to do. 

You sigh, knowing you won’t be able to go back to sleep, so you get your day started and wash up.

“Working again?” Jungkook grumbles as you exit the bathroom.

You nod in response. “I received the revised reports last night and I need to send the team my review before I can work on my presentation.”

“Okay. I’ll go for a run while you work.”

You smile and kiss him before you head to your office across your bedroom and hope for a clear mind so you can finish early and just be with Jungkook.

You don’t notice the time. Three hours seems to fly by until you get a text from your mother inviting you and Jungkook to dinner tonight, and that’s when you see that it’s only 9:00 yet you feel like you’ve been working for half a day already.

You’re typing your review to the final report when you hear a soft knock on the door and Jungkook enters after you tell him to come in. 

While you’ve seen him in way less than this, you still feel your heart stop and your mind go blank for a few seconds.

He’s in his white Alexander Wang track pants, the one you bought the other night because you knew he’d look good in it and well, you were right. He’d forgone the shirt, perhaps soaked from perspiration, so he stands half-naked by your door, glimmering in sweat, with a ladder and light bulb in his hands.

He secures the ladder and climbs on the second step, the view of his tiny waist and droplets of sweat sliding down his toned back as he lifts his arms to loosen the bulb sends shock waves through you. Your eyes follow every move and flex of his muscles, from his arms, his shoulders, and even his ass.

“Wha—what are you doing?” You manage to say.

He turns around to face you. His body is stunning, as always, and the image of him running and doing push-ups and planks while his muscles collectively strain, with sweat dripping down his face, is causing your mind to short-circuit and your pussy to throb. 

“Uh, fixing your lightbulb?” He responds confusingly. “You were complaining about it yesterday and I said I’d fix it today.”

“Yeah but like—“ you glare at his body, as if telling him he should know what you actually mean. “Don’t you have clothes or something?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I do, I’m wearing half of them right now.” He motions to his pants. “My shirt is soaked so I just took it off. I figured replacing your light shouldn’t take long.”

He returns to the task at hand and secures the new bulb in place. You try to type the last few sentences of your review, thinking you could do that while marveling at the view, but the moment you read what you wrote, you realize this is an impossible task.

“All fixed,” he announces, making the final turn. 

He steps down the ladder, folds it, and leans it on the wall. 

He looks at you and his eyes widen at your furrowed brows, and tries to suppress a laugh.

“Anything else bugging you, angel?” 

He looks around to see if there’s another flickering light or if your books on the shelf aren’t organized properly, or if there’s some misplaced or missing item that’s got you worked up.

“Yeah, you,” you deadpan, crossing your arms, trying not to look at the sight you’re being graced with.

Darkened nipples, firm pecs, the ridges of his toned abs halved by a line straight down the middle… his entire torso coated with sweat that somehow is such a turn on right now. And you blame your rest-deprived body and recent more-than-usual consumption of oysters and intake of red ginseng for how you’re reacting. 

He tilts his head to the side and pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, a thing he does when he’s figured you out and has something in his mind.

Jungkook likes seeing you flustered, he told you once, as you’d always been so shameless when it came to him. You think he doesn’t really realize how effortless it is for him to look sexy, but you know when he’s being clueless and when he’s being a tease.

Right now, he’s being a tease, as he combs the hair off his forehead with his hands alternately, repeatedly, his head tilting back a little, giving you a better view of his glimmering neck and sharp jawline. And you’re the weakling, watching his every move and losing the battle in your head about your priorities. 

Which should be your reviews, and not your unfairly hot boyfriend who could blow your mind and leave you speechless if he so wanted, and he knows you’d let him, but you can’t have that because you need your brain to work. 

“Hmm, that’s good,” he smirks, walking to your side. “If I’m what’s bugging you then why don’t we do something about it?”

He turns your chair to face him and cocks his eyebrow at your crossed legs, tightly squeezed as you try to create friction and ease your throbbing pussy.

“Jungkook, you’re distracting me. I need to finish this,” you scowl. 

“And you will,” he says, gripping your chair’s armrests, his face moving so close to yours and you could make out the beads of sweat on his forehead and feel his hot breath against you. 

“Not when you’re like this,” you gulp. “It’s—it’s hard to focus.”

“Then focus on me,” he smiles softly. “You’ve been working hard. Let me relieve your stress, yeah? Help you relax a little bit.”

You get hypnotized with the way his tongue dances across his lips, his teeth biting the pink flesh, with you mirroring the act.

He grazes your lips with his thumb, slowly pushing it inside your mouth until you suck it yourself, your tongue swirling around his finger, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight.

“Want you,” you moan with your eyes closed.

“Good girl,” he whispers, retrieving his thumb and kneeling in front of you.

He slowly removes your shorts and underwear while you unbutton your pajama top, revealing your seashell mesh embroidered bralette that you sometimes wear at home. He grunts, recalling the first time you’d worn one specifically for him - you’d teased him with the red lace lingerie set you put on and you almost didn’t make it to your dinner date because he had you pinned down on the bed, leaving love marks all over your chest. 

You recognize the look he has on right now, and you’re just aching to feel his mouth all over you again, to be touched, to be devoured, knowing it’s what he plans to do with the way his piercing gaze won’t leave your face.

He caresses your calves, then your thighs, until he props them open to reveal your cunt, glimmering with slick and your clit screaming for him.

Even you could smell your arousal, and you’re turned on by how turned on you are, but you want this, you need this. If there’s anything that could suspend the nonstop thoughts of all your responsibilities in your head, it’s everything Jungkook.

He doesn’t want to tease but he does want you to savor it; he wants to go slow so you could feel everything, every flick of his tongue and every vibration of his moans on your pussy. 

He torturously licks the strip from your hole to your clit, swirling on your nub and going again and again and again, your muted cries of pleasure the perfect background music to his ears. He spreads your legs wide and makes himself comfortable on the floor so he can bury his head between them, changing angles and speed, moaning as he goes. 

You’re breathless. Your chest rises and falls with every movement that Jungkook makes, and you like his pace, as the feeling of ecstasy gradually builds - enough for you to savor it, lingering as you reach the peak, staying there so the feeling is prolonged.

Your moans build up, too - steadily increasing in sound to let him know you’re reaching your high, but soft enough to make it feel so intimate as they meld with his. 

When he feels you losing yourself to his mouth, his hands slowly travel to your clothed breasts, kneading them to aid you in your orgasm. It’s not long before it hits, the coil in your belly snapping in an instant, and you feel the wave of slick escape you. 

You feel like you’re in a trance, where everything is hazy and clear at the same time.

Jungkook emerges from below, smirking at you and you could lose yourself in how he looks all over again. He wipes the slick off his lips with his finger, bringing it to your mouth for you to suck, and it’s now him getting lost in how hot you look - breathless, satisfied, needy for him, and he feels pride knowing that only he could make you feel this way.

He trails soft kisses up your torso, lingering around your chest area and wrapping his arms around your waist, his grip tightening as he reaches your neck, then your jaw.

“You’re so, so good,” you pant when he makes it to your lips, your arms wrapped around his neck now and you want to just remain like this for the rest of the day.

He smiles softly. “Do you feel better?”

“I do,” you chuckle. “I don’t know how I could lose my mind yet feel like things are clearer at the same time, but it’s you so I won’t question it anymore.”

“Good,” he gives you a peck. “That’s what I wanted because you need a clear mind so you can finish what you need to finish, and then we can go for the real thing after.”

“Real thing?” You cock an eyebrow. “Babe, we have dinner at my parents’ tonight. I can’t be sore.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he smiles innocently, and there’s really no way for you to turn that down. 

**

Jungkook did keep his promise. After another hour of you doing your work, he took you in bed and in the shower that were equal parts intense and gentle, leaving you perfectly able to walk to your parents’ house for dinner.

More than anything, though, you’re glad Jungkook is with you tonight. He’s your grounding presence, your pillar of strength, and the only one who can keep you steady when you hear your father tell you the news.

“We’ve spoken with the board members, ___. We’ll officially announce you as the Lee Group successor at the end of the year.”

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[ubemango]

it’s fucking while (makeup) baking drabble w jk!!!!!! I'd be so pissed if the specifics of this drabble happened to me like if ur asking me to go out u need to give me a three hour window bc what if I wanna wear falsies. That’s a mission and I need time (m)

It’d taken a lot of convincing and not that many kisses for Jeongguk to get you to go out tonight. And it wasn’t the reclusive part of you that had you hesitating, but if he’d at least gotten to sweetening you up more than an hour and a half before Namjoon comes then you could’ve gone for your falsies. Now it had to be a waterproof mascara kind of night.

“Watching you do your makeup is kinda hot,” Jeongguk says.

You just finished baking. “Aw. Even if I look stupid?”

“I think you’re sexy all the time, baby.”

“Aw.”

He comes up behind you, settling his hands on the back of your chair. Stares at you through the vanity mirror like a hawk. “You come here often?”

“Shut up,” you say. “Go. Go be useful with your games or something.”

“Why can’t I just I watch you?”

“Because you have that look in your eye.” He does, and he smiles. “That thing. When you kinda just–look. Like you want to do something.” Maybe you’re just stupidly affected by your boyfriend–it’s the way the lights hit his eyes, God–because suddenly you can’t process any coherent thought. Jeongguk shrugs.

“Wanna ride me?”

You scoff. You were already cutting it when you decided to put concealer around your eyebrows. “How about you make me?”

“No really,” Jeongguk says. “Like. Do it. Please? Will you do it if I dare you?”

“Do I look like I have one braincell?”

“No. I wanna know what you look like when I stuff you with my dick, though.”

You choke. “You did not.”

“Baby please. I just made myself half-hard just saying that.” He steps aside to show you the stiff curve in his jeans with a raise of his eyebrow.

You’re starting to think the one with one braincell is Jeongguk. But you won’t be too mean. “Then go jerk off.”

“But then I’ll be sad,” he reasons.

You grab your eyelash curler. “Aw.”

Jeongguk sighs. Leans down, his cheek touching yours, but only slightly because you’ve already done your bronzer and he knows you hate it when he touches your face unprecedented. “If you’re actually annoyed I’ll leave you alone, you know that. But your knee is bouncing and that means I got you thinking.”

Oh what the fuck. Trust him to notice that when he needs his dick wet. But now you’re wet too. “You can’t kiss me, though,” you say. Jeongguk has you out of your seat and into a straddle over his lap in an instant. A giddy jump in his hips because you’re where you both want you to be. “So get creative.”

He hums. “You still have the lube in your drawer?” He watches as you slide one open behind you. A clear little bottle like it’s a prize because suddenly you’re giddy too. “My little cock-warmer.”

“You flatter me,” you muse. “Get your pants down.”

“You’re so needy.” A tease that earns a pinch to his nose. He whines, shoves his underwear down too while he’s at it. “Okay I’m so hard, goddamn.”

You hide the lurch in your stomach by grabbing Jeongguk’s palm, squirting a generous amount of lube. He looks at you confused. “Don’t wanna get my hands dirty,” you say.

He huffs. Drags his hand over his dick like he wants you to beg for it. You just might, but the time on the alarm clock is telling you not to. “Wanna kiss you.”

“You say that as if I don’t have a neck.”

Jeongguk contemplates. “Can I leave a mark?”

Well. You did just get a new full-coverage concealer. And you still haven’t used the colour corrector palette Sejeong bought you. “Fine.”

“Ah, can you–sit on me now?” His hand’s curled into a tight fist. Your shorts come off, panties discarded in the same hurried fashion. You’d wallow in the embarrassing amount of slick coating your pussy but Jeongguk has the tip of his cock pressed to you so fast, your mind careens elsewhere. You warm him up, and he groans. “Oh shit you’re tight.”

And he’s big. Always has been. But you won’t say anything because then he’ll probably smirk and you’ll combust. You feel something in you build when you feel him bottom out, though. “Fuck.”

Jeongguk’s hands find refuge on your ass. Gives it a good squeeze, and you lick your lips. 

He whines. Moves. It’s a soft rhythm, a slow ballad into your sex that has you keening, forehead about to drop on his shoulder but you remember about Laura Mercier and why that won’t look good on Jeongguk’s shirt. Distracted from trying not to ruin his clothes, you feel his lips trail from your shoulder to your neck. Wet because of your promise for bruises and you want it; his breath laboured because he won’t say it but he’s just as fucked as you are. Dynamics in your sensual duet.

His teeth are hard against your skin. “Shit you–good. Fuck me harder babe.”

“Mmmm–” admittedly you’d just let him rut into you, but now you lift up on him too– “fffuck.” 

He hits so deep your eyes roll back. Then he grips you tighter, transitions into pounding you’re not ready for. Clawing at his shoulders, you cry out. “Oh my God you–nnnggghhhh–!”

Jeongguk pants into your neck. “You’re–f-fffuck you–stop clenching like that–”

“I want you to cum in me.” You gasp into a laugh when he slaps your ass.

“God you’re a menace. Fuck. Fuck, I’ll cum, so sexy–”

Digging the balls of your feet into the floor you move at a racer’s pace, cunt a sucker’s paradise from the way Jeongguk can’t seem to focus anywhere else but downwards. The squelch of your meeting with the hilt of his dick so loud your face burns. He moves your shirt up, grabbing your bra down and sucking on your tit with unmatched vigour. Biting in a message that says he’s close. “Jeongguk,” you moan. “Ngghh!”

“Like that,” he says with a mouthful of you. Tongue smooth on your nipple in a wet drag and you feel yourself vibrate. “God I’m coming–”

Jeongguk growls, hands guiding your hips in a bounce that has you breathing like you’ve finished a marathon. His cock twitches, spurting that creamy heat you shiver from. Feeling nothing other than his chest moving up and down from his ragged moaning. 

His hands slip from the sweaty grip. Even more slippery where you ride him, helpful to your up-and-down draws and it feels a little too good. You’ll come soon.

“Baby please–” you still bounce, Jeongguk wincing but his thighs and resolve harden– “I’m so close–”

He brings a thumb to your mouth. You suck with a desperate tongue, and he brings it to your clit, rubbing so fast your back bows. “Let me feel you,” Jeongguk murmurs. “Use me–”

“Oh–”

“–till you can’t think straight. Get me wet. Cum all over me.”

Your breaths are harsh. Laboured because you’re working hard towards orgasm and Jeongguk isn’t making it any easier. The pulsing in your clit is overwhelming, thighs flexed and Jeongguk helps with hard pumping–there–there– “Oh I’ll cum, oh my Go–ah–!”

You squeak, head tossing back because fuck you still have your damn makeup on and you feel too good. Bliss makes a map of your body, spreading so quickly you shake and clench and moan so loudly because God it’s euphoric.

“I’m sweaty,” you say in your breathy comedown.

“I’ll get your oil blotters,” Jeongguk offers.

You peck at his lips because you can’t take it anymore. There’s cum on your ass you don’t pay attention to. “Aw.”

[minstrophywife]

Speeding Ticket

⇢Pairing: Officer!Jungkook x Business Woman!Reader ⇢Genre: PWP  ↳[smuuuuut] [crack] [fluff]  ⇢Word Count: 3,456 (lmao)  ⇢Warnings: Handcuffs, vaginal and anal fingering, exhibitionism, bad stuff with a baton, sex against a car, multiple orgasms, creampie (use protection please!), aftercare, soft Jungkook :-)

⇢Masterlist ↳DOPE Masterlist

⇢Summary: Caught speeding to get home in time, you find yourself pulled over by a very delicious cop. Perhaps you can talk your way out of the ticket.

Or,

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to do a cavity search ma’am.”

A/N: Happy belated bday Jungkook! 

Uh.. hi! Remember me? I’m so sorry for the wait. I’ve been struck with really bad writer’s block... so hopefully this is okay! Short but smutty so I can try to get over it. I decided I should try get this out for my lovely JK’s birthday at least— hopefully this fixes my drought!

SPEEDING TICKET.

You were anxious to get back after a week long stint in Japan for meetings. Man you couldn’t wait to get back and soak in your tub. Your body felt heavy as you trudged your way to your car, tossing in your luggage haphazardly. 

You were tired. Obnoxiously so. You finally got to your car after a late flight out from Japan. You could have left early in the morning, but you really wanted to get home. 

Getting inside the car and powering it on, You curse, eyes glancing down anxiously at the time.

The traffic wasn’t too bad this late at night, but you still feel like you weren’t going to get home quick enough. 

As the city passes you by, you glance again at the clock. 

You’ll have to go a teensy bit faster to get home quicker.

Right as you finally get to the residential area, you hear the tell tale wail of a police siren. You glance around- sure enough, the police car is signaling you to pull over. 

Fucking hell. Of course. And you were almost home too. This day couldn’t get any worse. 

You feel the throb behind your eyebrow worsen tenfold. 

All you wanted to do is get home, you know, before the day was over. You already felt horrible about it. 

Cursing, not under your breath, you reach for your purse in the passenger’s seat, digging for your drivers license. 

As you fumble around in your purse, you jump a little in your seat when you hear knuckles lightly hit your window. 

Wallet in hand, you twist towards the officer, trying to turn your grimace into your most saccharine smile you could muster (the one you used when talking to your boss). 

Your eyes widen slightly when you see the most handsome police officer you have ever seen before in your life. 

Holy shit. 

Your headache is magically cured. 

He’s crouching to peer through the window, strong arm perched on the roof of the car. You first notice that his black police uniform strains slightly at his pecs and around his biceps, tanned and glowing skin peeking from the short-sleeved summer officer uniform. The metal badge glints back at you on his breast pocket. 

He even has his officer’s cap on, and it looks lazily perched on his head and knocked forward, shadowing his large, dark eyes. 

You barely remember to roll down the window. 

“Hello Officer.” You say, twisting awkwardly with your seatbelt still in, trying to face forward. Maybe you’re trying to push your chest out a bit. Maybe. 

“Hello Ma’am. My name is Officer Jeon Jungkook. Do you know why I pulled you over today?” 

Maybe you bat your eyelashes a little, trying to look a little guilty. Though honestly, the fact that you have been pulled over by the delicious Officer Jeon makes you feel like you wouldn’t mind paying for a couple speeding tickets, if he were the one to give it to you. 

In more ways than one, you think. 

“Because I may have been going a bit fast sir?”

Officer Jeon doesn’t look too amused, probably pretty used to flirty women trying to work their way out of a speeding ticket with a warning.

Doesn’t mean you can’t try. 

He frowns. 

“Not only were you going over the speed limit, you were going 20 over in a residential zone. I’m afraid that’s going to be a ticket. Your license and registration please.”

You bite your lip, pouting slightly. You still do as asks, because he’s still an officer of the law, and he’s got a job to do. You hand him your drivers license, and flick open your glove box to find the vehicle registration. 

Your strain in your seatbelt, and when you pull back to face him, you are almost positive that he was glancing at your ass, because his eyes flick up towards your face quickly. 

Subtle. 

“Officer Jeon-“ you start to say, as he’s inputting his information in his system- “this is my first speeding ticket in five years. Is there any way you can let me off with a warning? I need to get home as soon as I can.”

He quirks an eyebrow at your brazenness.

“Maybe you should’ve thought that before you were pulled over for speeding. In a residential zone.”

He really isn’t budging at all. Do you press your luck any further?

Just as you feel yourself give up (you don’t want to think too hard about how this officer shut down every method of flirting), you hear a sigh.

“I’ll need to search your car for illegal substances. Please undo you seat belt slowly, and exit out of the vehicle. Place your hands on the hood of your car please until I clear you.”

 Now it’s your turn to feel confused. It’s not like you have anything to hide, but this doesn’t seem like routine. Either way, you still do as he asks. 

You undo your seatbelt, and Officer Jeon pushes off the car and steps to the side, so you can exit the vehicle. 

You round the car, and make sure to blatantly drag your eyes up and down Officer Jeon’s body, appreciating how tight and sculpted his thighs look in his slacks- and you don’t even need to see his ass to know that it’s probably perky and absolutely delicious. 

You round your car, placing your hands on the hood. You watch Officer Jeon from behind your eyelashes.  You click your fingernails against the hood to distract yourself from being too obvious ogling at Officer Jeon.

He’s currently rummaging through the trunk of your car, searching for drugs (which you don’t have) which honestly just has your luggage from your business trip in Japan. 

It doesn’t seem like he’s very thorough however, because he’s already done looking through your stuff, and walking up towards you. 

“I haven’t found any illegal substances in your vehicle.” 

You raise an eyebrow.

 “That’s because there is none. Okay then Officer, if we are done here, I’d really like to go home.”

He’s standing behind you now, where you are still perched on your car. You push yourself off the hood, when you feel a hand preventing you from turning you around. 

“I believe I said hands on the car until I gave you permission. I’m going to handcuff you now because you didn’t listen.”

He’s leaning over you now, grabbing your wrists together behind you, and you hear the metal of the handcuffs click into place - the metal is cold, surprising since it’s a hot summer day. He’s close enough to where his breath is tickling your neck. 

“Excuse me Officer, but if there is no trace of illegal substances in my vehicle, then why can’t I get my speeding ticket and go home? And what’s with the handcuffs? I’m hardly going to run.” 

He clicks his tongue at your mouthiness. And that’s when he decides to lean in fully. You feel his erection pressing between the swell of your ass cheeks. 

You close your eyes at the sensation, you can feel the heat from his dick through your skirt. Lips barely brush the tips of your ears. 

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to do a cavity search ma’am.” His voice drops sinfully low. 

Oh. 

You feel damp at the implication. 

Good to know the two of you were on the same page all along. 

You feel Officer Jeon’s body push you forward on the car hood, your breasts now rest against it. An arm wraps around your neck. 

“Firstly, let’s see if there is anything in the oral cavity.” His left hand leaves your neck, only to push against your lips. You open your mouth ever so slightly, where he proceeds to plunge three fingers into your mouth. You taste the saltiness of his fingers as you run your tongue along the digits. Officer Jeon proceeds to wiggle them in your mouth. You feel saliva begin to pool in your mouth, and so you begin to suckle on his fingers, tongue enjoying the the feeling of his slightly calloused fingers. 

He starts to move his fingers in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with his fingers. You gag a bit when you continues, pressing down on your tongue. 

“Seems to be nothing in the oral cavity...” he says, as if what he’s doing is just another routine checkup. 

You mewl when he removes his fingers completely, a strand of saliva connecting between your lips and his hand. 

“Now we move onto the vaginal cavity.” Your breath hitches in your throat, a moan slipping out. 

His other hand has already slipped under your skirt, pushing the fabric upwards, bunching your skirt around your waist. The handcuffs clink at the movement. His hands meet on the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively as he watches how it bounces when he lets go. 

There is a brief moment where you don’t feel his hands anymore, and you are about to turn around until you hear him rummage around for something. You hear the click of something opening.

 And that’s when you feel something move between your thighs to press against your sopping cunt. 

And then he pushes it forward, along the silk of your panties, between your pussy lips. You can’t help but clench around the metal, thighs pressing together- anything for more pressure. Your eyes scrunch in pleasure, while not really too thick, the ridges of the expandable baton catch against your swollen clit every time Officer Jeon moves If your panties were wet before, they are definitely soiled now. You whine, trying to scooch down on the car hood while pushing your ass up. 

Not impressed with your impatience, he removes the baton from your cunt. The cooler summer breeze causes you to shiver at your exposure. His fingers scratch at the lace waistband of your wet panties. He slides the panties down your legs, where they fall around your feet.

You feel the baton again, as it nudges open your legs with a tap to your inner thighs, and you quickly scramble to step out of your panties and kick off your uncomfortable heels. You spread your legs wide to allow him room. Your cheek rests against the hood of the car. 

Just like with your mouth, three fingers plunge themselves quickly inside your pussy, where he proceeds to pump in his fingers in and out, fingers widening out when he’s inside, stroking the spongey texture of your g-spot. 

You’re dripping down your legs at this point, slowly falling apart from his fingers. You can’t believe just how turned on you are from just a little fingering. You slump forward at a particularly rough press of his fingers, your sweaty hands sliding a bit against your car. It’s hard to keep quiet at this point, moans spilling from your lips unabashed. 

And when you feel your legs begin to shake and slow creeping clenching of your core—

He pulls out again. You turn your head to look at him, eyes blurry with unshed tears. 

Tease. 

“Nothing in the vaginal cavity then. Last place to check, the anal cavity.”

Your eyes widen a bit, and you find yourself feel nervous, wrists straining a bit in your handcuffs. You haven’t really tried that yet...

But before you can second guess anything, you hear the clang of the baton dropping to the ground, and feel a wet and sticky finger drenched in your slick teases against your rim. A shudder wracks through your body at the sensation. 

But Officer Jeon is gentle- one hand massages the inside of your thigh, and then a finger pushes in at your puckered hole. 

Honestly? It’s a bit uncomfortable at first, but he’s slow, as he pushes in to his knuckle. He allows you time to adjust to the new feeling. He pulls out just as slow, gauging your reaction. Your breath is heavy, as it still doesn’t feel pleasurable quite yet. 

When he pushes in again, he takes his time to run around your walls, exploring, making you comfortable. To ease your discomfort, another hand snakes it’s way to your neglected cunt, and he rubs at your clit, and teases your opening. With each pump of his fingers in sync, you feel yourself begin to loosen up, and soon you are writhing under the stimulation from both holes. 

He takes your gasps of pleasure as his cue to add another finger, and while the stretch is uncomfortable at first, the rhythm and attention to both areas have you moaning deep—

And you come, shocks of pleasure causing you to cry out and squeeze your eyes shut.

 You’ll have to try this again sometime. 

Your legs feel like jello, and you are thankful that you are splayed over the car, because otherwise you would have fallen to the ground. 

Removing his fingers, he flips you over, and you let him manhandle you, spent from your incredible orgasm. 

And what a sight. You can guess what a mess you are, but Officer Jeon looks even sexier, if that’s possible. His erection strains against his pants, and at some point he had untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it, and you can see the outline of his pecs and abs through his undershirt. 

You would unbuckle his belt and help him with his problem, but the handcuffs have your wrists pins behind you. You pout. 

That must do something for him, because he surges forward to finally kiss you, teeth clacking against yours at first at his enthusiasm. His lips are soft and so demanding, and as he switches between massaging your tongue with his own and biting down on your lips. 

You return the enthusiasm. 

His kisses leaves him caging you against the car, hands on either sides of your head as you lay on the hood of the car. 

He leaves your lips to suckle at your throat, and you can feel where some hickeys begin to develop into a purple. 

He’s unbuckling his belt and you hear the zip of his fly and while he took his time with you for your first orgasm, he’s clearly impatient for his own this time around. 

His pants and briefs are lowered to his thighs, and he lifts your legs so they drape over his shoulders. You send him a brief look of silent thanks, because it provides some relief to your wrists that you were laying a bit uncomfortably on. 

He takes his cock in one hand (and he’s big, causing you to feel warm all over again), teasing your pussy that is already messy with the head of his cock, but is beginning to glisten yet again. You clench in anticipation. 

And then he pushes in. You already ache pleasantly from previous stimulation, but this time, the both of you let out guttural moans- you at how full he feels, and him at how impossibly tight you still are. 

And it doesn’t stop there. 

He begins to thrust, deep and hard without much movement, and you hook your ankles behind his head to encourage him further. 

He picks up the pace, now opting to drag himself out until just the head of his cock is inside you, only to slam back forward, pistoning into you. 

The words that spill from your lips are an incoherent mess of “Officer Jeon”, “fuck yes” and “harder”. 

He isn’t much better, deep groans are interspersed with “oh fuck” and “so good”. 

You can feel him get closer to his orgasm now, his initial steady rhythm now staggered and desperate, pushing you up the hood of the car ever so slightly as he fucks into you. You strain against your handcuffs, so desperately do you want to pull him closer to match his body, to dig your fingernails in his back. 

He can feel you want to chase your high, and so, wanting to come together, he rubs at your clit. And there is so many sensations at once, the slide of your skin against the car, the large cock that pounds into you, the calloused thumb that is pressing against your clit just right. 

But it’s the sound of Officer Jeon’s “cum for me baby” in his wrecked voice that causes you to orgasm. You feel him follow soon after, his cum feeling hot as it spurts inside you. 

His forehead rests on yours, both of you panting in the afterglow of your orgasm. If you thought the first orgasm was incredible, this one was indescribable. 

When you finally collect your breath, you are the first to speak out loud. 

“... shit when I said I wanted to play out one of my darkest fantasies, you really didn’t hold out, did you?” You say, your voice sounding wispy after your many screams and moans of pleasure.

“Are, are you okay?” He flusters, immediately turning you to your side gently, unlocking the the handcuffs while fussing over the bruised skin. 

You groan as you finally move your shoulders forward, stiff from when you were confined. He massages your shoulders and arms, and his fingers ever so gently brush against the the lines of where the handcuffs were, in a silent apology. 

His brow furrows in worry, eyes downturned as he rushes forward to clean the cum and mess that runs down your legs, before quickly tugging up his briefs, tucking his spent cock in before zipping up his pants. He doesn’t even bother with the belt.

A breathless laugh escapes your lips. “I’m fine, I just was served with some of the greatest sex my life- I’m better than fine.”

“I knew it, I was too rough.” He sounds regretful, holding you steady from your shaky and exhausted legs, easing you back into your panties. You wince, the soiled fabric feels absolutely disgusting.

“I told you, I wanted you to surprise me. No apologies now.” You kiss him softly on the cheek, a hand tugging lightly at his earlobe to ease his worry. 

Jungkook doesn’t look convinced, eyebrows knit together in worry as he’s straightening your bunched skirt. 

His attempt at smoothing down the wrinkles is cute. 

“Thanks for fulfilling my fantasies” you say, feeling bashful all of a sudden, intertwining your fingers with his. 

It’s then he finally softens, leaning back to look at you. 

“When you revealed to me you had a thing for me in my uniform- I couldn’t refuse.” He grins, front teeth sticking out cutely, and he looks so much more boyishly handsome and young when he does so. 

“I honestly wasn’t sure what to do with that information, but I coincidentally noticed you -speeding, by the way, on the way home, I suddenly had an idea. I was getting off my shift too, so I thought this was the opportune time.” 

“So- Happy Anniversary love.” A soft kiss on the head.

You move to kiss the matching wedding bands on your fingers. 

“I love you.” You say, and as long as you’ve been married to Jeon Jungkook, you always get butterflies whenever you tell him. You don’t think that feeling is ever going to change.

“I love you too.”

He finally leans in, kissing your swollen and bitten lips, gentle and loving and kind- all that your husband is. 

You shiver, the cooler evening breeze feels chilly against your still heated skin. It’s Jungkook’s cue to pull away, albeit reluctantly. 

“Let’s get comfy back at home, shall we?” He says, leading you to the driver’s door of your car.

You glance at the mess the two of you have left on the hood of your car, a sense of embarrassment and heat passes through you. 

You make a mental note to wash your car with Jungkook later. 

You’re still barefoot, and you throw your heels into the passenger seat once he opens the car door. You slide in, realizing Jungkook is hovering at the door to make sure you get settled in the car. You let yourself be pampered- he’s leaving over to buckle you in securely. He shuts the door, and you turn on the engine. 

“I’ll see you at home.” You smile lazily, feeling happy and satisfied and content. He leaves a lingering kiss on your temple. 

“Drive safely- seriously.” He says, looking stern, and you can’t help but grow hot again at his commanding voice. 

“Yes officer.” You mock salute. 

“You really were speeding though- this time I’m giving you a warning.” He tsks, shaking his head disapprovingly. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Yes Officer Jeon.” You say again, for dramatic flair. 

“Just make sure you follow the speed limit this time, okay?” 

You laugh before rolling up your windshield, driving home. 

© minstrophywife.

[seokoloqy]

Click, Click | jjk (m)

➳ PAIRING: jungkook x y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp, college!au, f2l

➳ WORD COUNT: 2k

➳ WARNINGS: blowjob, virgin!jk, the sharing of unsolicited dick pics lmao

➳ SUMMARY: who knew someone else’s dick pic would get Jungkook his first blowjob?

➳ REQUEST: 7 (You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?) + 38 (You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.) with kook please!!

➳ A/N: wrote this in one sitting listening to the same 4 daniel caesar songs on repeat... anyway jk is a shy dorky mess in this and I love him!

—

The incessant sound of your phone keyboard as you text makes it impossible for Jungkook to focus on his notes. It’s bad enough he doesn’t want to be studying in the first place. The way you snap your gum, tap your foot, and rapidly type is the worst kind of distraction, and his little crush on you only makes it harder to ignore.

“Can you… can you stop?”

You pause with your thumb over the send button, raising one eyebrow as he timidly taps his finger on his textbook. “Stop what?”

“You know, um, texting w-with the sound on. Maybe put your phone on silent,” he awkwardly chuckles, trying to soften his request, hoping you won’t be offended by something so small as silencing your phone. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. You were the one helping him study English. If you wanted to leave right now, you totally could. No one is going to stop you, especially not Jungkook, not when he’s so shy towards you.

“Oh, sure,” you say, flicking the mute switch down. “If something bothers you, don’t be afraid to do something about it next time, ‘kay?”

“Y-Yeah, okay,” he smiles, feeling the apples of his cheek turn pink and averting his eyes back down to the page. He tries to focus once again on the words in front of him, but your nails click on the screen once again and it’s nonstop.

Does he say something again? No, he shouldn’t. He just bothered you once about it, but then again, it’s really annoying.

“H-Hey,” he says again.

“Hmm,” you hum, not even looking up from the screen.

“Can-” He pauses. What is he going to ask? Can you cut your nails because the sound of them typing on your screen bugs him? No way he’s going to say that. You’re going to think he’s annoying. No, no, no he can’t say that. “Heh, never mind. It’s nothing.”

—

The next time Jungkook sees you, it’s at your house around ten o’clock at night. When he got the text asking if you wanted to study together for a test tomorrow he couldn’t say no even if it was pretty late. He just wanted to see you, although he’d rather not be studying.

You’re both sitting on the bed facing one another crisscrossed legs and notebooks resting on your laps.

“You’re pretty good at English already, Jungkook,” you say exasperatedly, throwing down your pencil. “I don’t know why you need me.”

He blushes, looking down bashfully at his paper, “I’m only good because you’re a good teacher.”

He can barely look you in the eyes, afraid he’d be lost in a trance by your beauty. He’s had a crush on you ever since he met you in the library one late night and you hit it off talking about the shitty tasting coffee you were both drinking to stay awake. He fondly remembers the way you had to muffle your laughter behind two hands when he accidentally tipped over his cup all over his biology notes and frantically scrambled to dab away the mess.

He loved your laughter, even more, when you weren’t trying to conceal it. It was loud, unattractive, you think a little annoying, but he thinks it’s music. A noise he’d like to replay over and over. Maybe if he got a chance to take you out on a date… he’d make you laugh as much as he could.

“Y/n, c-can I ask-”

Your phone begins to chime, it’s one text, then another.

“Oh, sorry,” you interrupt, grabbing your phone off the bed. He watches you unlock your phone and grimace, sticking your tongue out and gag, “this guy is sending my friend dick pics, ugh, gross.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, feeling the tips of his ears turn redder. He’s never sent anyone a picture of his dick or even thought of it. Hell, he never even had sex before. He wonders how anyone can be brave enough to send pictures of their dick to girls.

“Wow,” you chuckle, pulling your phone back to look from afar. “He’s kinda big actually, damn. Maybe this Taehyung guy isn’t so full of shit after all.”

At this point, Jungkook can feel his eyes nearly pop out of his head. You’re looking at someone’s dick pic right now with him in the same room? Maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t send girls pictures of his dick because they’d just send it to their friends and laugh about him.

You look impressed though and he wonders exactly what you consider big. Would you think he was average—tiny, even—if he had the chance to have sex with you? God, what if you laughed in his face? Now he’s curious, subtly wiping his sweaty palms on his basketball shorts.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, wanna see?”

Jungkook nods, unsure if he’ll regret it. What if this Taehyung guy really is big? Bigger than him? Then he’d feel insecure for the rest of his life. Oh god, why’d he even think of this in the first place?

Before he can take it back you’re flipping your phone towards him and all Jungkook can do is gawk. The photo is faceless, just the lower half of someone’s sculpted torso. The lighting is low but bright enough that he can see a large hand wrapped around the base of their cock. The faceless stranger’s hand can hold the entirety of their thick, veiny cock.

This guy really is big, bigger than Jungkook, that’s for sure. All Jungkook can assume about himself is that he’s average… hopefully.

“Heh,” he laughs, trying to avert his eyes elsewhere, but he’s so mesmerized by the vein running down his shaft, “h-he really is.”

“I know,” you mumble in disbelief, taking your phone away to reply to your friend. “She’s wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks!”

Jungkook shifts himself, a feeling of dread and terror running through him. Undeniable arousal runs straight to his cock as he is unable to get the thought of you being fucked by this Taehyung guy out of his head. With a dick like that, you’d surely be a moaning and babbling mess. The way your pretty moans would sound, maybe even more heavenly than your beautiful laughter.

Fuck. Jungkook moves his notes over his crotch to his growing erection, trying to force away his lustful thoughts. Seeing that photo definitely was a mistake, a huge mistake.

You type your response, nails incessantly clicking on the screen once again.

Each time your nail taps it just brings his mind back to you, writhing and whimpering. This time his thoughts aren’t with Taehyung’s thick cock drilling into your tight cunt, it’s his. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pushes into your perfect, velvet walls, screaming his name.

Click.

Click.

Click.

It’s driving Jungkook insane. If he keeps thinking of you beneath him he’ll lose it.

“If something’s bothering you don’t be afraid to do something about it.”

That’s what you said to him. Before he knows it, he’s reaching over and grabbing your phone out of your hands.

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” he squeaks, hiding it behind his back. “I-I just don’t think we should be texting while we study.”

“Okay, okay, fine. One more message, please,” you cutely pout, batting your eyelashes.

Jungkook knows it won’t be your last message. You’re glued to the thing 24/7.

“You want me to give you your phone back? Make me,” he dares.

Jungkook has no idea where that confidence came from. Maybe it’s his hormones talking. That’s probably it.

He’s starting to regret being so bold and snatching your phone when he sees you roll your eyes, but before he can give it back you’re lunging towards him.

Oh, shit.

He falls back against your bed, pressing himself as close as he can to get away from your body. He makes sure that his notebook is still covering his crotch. You hover over him, unphased and impatient, straddling his thighs.

“Give me my phone, or I’ll lay on you till you suffocate,” you jokingly threaten, pressing your body on top of his.

He gasps softly, turning redder than before. You...you’re not…

“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” He stutters, feeling the thin fabric of your tee shirt doing nothing to prevent your nipples brushing against his chest.

“What? You mean my bra?” You cock your head, analyzing his pink cheeks and his shifting eyes. “That’s the first thing that comes off when I get home.”

“O-Oh,” he swallows, biting down on his lip to prevent anything else from slipping out.

You push yourself off him, sitting on top of his thigh and dragging your eyes down to the notebook carefully covering his crotch.

Oh, no, he thinks.

“I didn’t think a simple dick pic would turn you on so much,” you say, slowly sliding the notebook off to reveal the tent in his pants.

“S-Sorry, I-I’m sorry,” he apologizes, blushing profusely as he stutters. You’re going to think he’s weird now. Your friendship is ruined. “I didn’t… couldn’t…”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, playing with the hem of his shirt. “Seriously.” After a beat, you ask, “do you want help with that?”

He almost thinks he didn’t hear you correctly. Were you offering to help him with his boner? He lies there mouth agape and wondering how to respond.

“Ah, uh, y-yes,” he nods, nervously licking his dry lips. He’s never done this with anyone else before though. What if he does something stupid? Or what if you’re disappointed he’s not as big as Taehyung was?

As if sensing his dread, you ask, “have you…ever had sex, Jungkook?”

Should he lie and pretend? No, that’s not going to help anyone.

“No,” he admits, slightly embarrassed and ashamed. Most people his age have already lost their virginity, while him on the other hand, has never been in such a position such as this one ever. He’s never had a girl straddle him with any intention to do anything sexual.

“I’m surprised,” you hum, moving your hand beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts. “You’re cute, smart, and funny. A perfect guy.”

“Reall- ah,” he gasps as your hand firmly grips his cock. Your slow strokes along his length have his eyes fluttering shut as his breath becomes shallower. You just called him a perfect guy. He doesn’t know if that’s what is making his heart beat faster or the way your hand moves around his cock.

His lips part and a low whimper escapes him as you pull down his shorts to reveal his length. If you thought he was any smaller or bigger than Taehyung you don’t make any comments.

Jungkook would like to think he was average size, but- Oh.

Your tongue runs up the side of his length before taking him into your mouth. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s addicting—your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock, sucking him off. His shallow breaths turn ragged, as you bob your head around him.

“Fuck,” he moans, unsure of what to do with his hands. Can he tangle them in your hair or does he just hold the sheets? He chooses the safest option and grabs onto your sheets as his hips buck into your mouth.

He can feel his orgasm approaching. Your mouth continues to suck his cock, flattening your tongue along the shaft. You’re so good at this, so good, everything he dreamed.

His hands move from the bed and tangle in your hair out of instinct. When he feels you moan, he realizes you probably like that. So he tightens his grip, pulling slightly and it gives him the right reaction. You moan again, the vibrations around his cock feel incredible and he groans, bucking his hips until you’re choking around his cock.

Jungkook comes without warning, moaning and spilling down your throat and riding out his orgasm in your mouth. He breathes in, completely amazed and stunned by what just happened.

You pull yourself off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “How was that?”

Jungkook lays there for a few seconds, catching his breath before saying, “wow.”

You laugh, climbing off his lap to settle yourself down beside him.

“C-Can I ask you something though?” You’ve just sucked him off, but somehow he’s back to being nervous around you. He can’t help it.

“Yeah?”

“Do you maybe wanna go on a date with me?”

[hskswife]

sudden realization 3 || j. jk

Summary: ‘He couldn’t have but he did. He fell for her. He loved Y/N too.’

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, Angst, SMUT

Words: 2047

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD AND SLIGHT VIOLENCE

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

Y/N woke up to the sight of a sleeping Jimin who unconsciously grabbed her body pulling her into his arms while rubbing circles on her back her heart skipping a beat as she looked at his face. His long eyelashes gracefully sitting on his face. Not even aware she had been staring Y/N's eyes had fallen onto his flawless nose then on his plump lips, "God how're you real?" She whispered not knowing she had just woken Jimin from his sleep, "Goodmorning to you too." He said with a chuckle his eyes still closed slowly opening them as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "Y/N last night was amazing and I'm really hoping that it won't be the last." Smiling Y/N sat up breaking herself free from Jimin's grip covering her naked chest with his covers, "Well how about it? Go out with me?" Jimin stated as he propped himself up with his elbows, "Give me 2 weeks if you don't like what I have to offer we can both just move on." Placing a hand on his cheek Y/N leaned forward kissing Jimin's plump lips. Suddenly remnants of last night flooded her memory. 

The image of Jimin all fucked out on top of her made her rub her thighs together as her core looked for some type of friction. "Okay but, if I find out this is some deal between you assholes I'll cut off all your dicks." Laughing Jimin sat up pulling Y/N into a tight embrace burying his face into her neck. Shuddering as he placed small kisses on her weak spots, "Jimin~" She moaned accidentally and with a smug look on his face, Jimin continued to kiss her neck sucking on parts of her neck leaving marks if they weren't already there. Y/N felt her core getting wet as she raked her hands through his hair when someone walked into the room, "Yo Jimin help us. Jungkook has gotten into some shit." Namjoon said nonchalantly nodding at Y/N to at least acknowledge her. Groaning Jimin got up from his comfortable position and got dressed, "What he get himself into?" Following his lead, Y/N got off the bed slipping back into the tight black dress she had been wearing the night before not noticing her phone lighting up with notifications probably from Wendy or her Mother.

Making their way downstairs Y/N walked behind Jimin when he suddenly sees Jungkook being held back by Taehyung holding his hand to his jaw while glaring at one of their seniors on campus whose fists were clenched together. So angry his face had been red and his fists closed together so tight his knuckles had gone white, "You're going to fucking regret that Minho!" Jungkook said as he tried to land a punch on the older male but was viciously pulled back by the eldest of BTS, Kim Seokjin. "Look Mr. Minho...causing a scene here is not going to fix this..."

"You think I give two shits? That fucker right there touched my girl." Scoffing Jungkook glanced at the girl who was standing quietly next to Minho, "She begged me to. Not my fault you don't how to please your girl that she has to come running to a real ma—" Before Jungkook can finish Minho got into position to land another punch when Y/N decided to bud into the conversation, "Hi Mr. Minho." He paused his knuckles inches away from a flinching Jungkook as he glanced your way with furrowed eyebrows, "Hi yes. Um, I'm Choi Y/N and I think you should know that if he or anyone here is seriously injured there will be consequences. Consequences like you getting kicked out of the UNI or worse jail time. So I suggest you deal with this in a civil manner."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Well I mean it's no big deal but I'm kind of a campus police advocate for students. I make sure nothing too serious—like maybe an act of assault, rape, abuse or something along that line— is performed by any of our enrolled students." Frozen in his place Minho clicked his tongue glancing one last time at Jungkook before he left as his girlfriend desperately followed him. "You're a police advocate?" Y/N laughed at Jimin's cluelessness, "No I just know how people see me and use that to my advantage. Like, come on a science protege how do you think people will see me." Jimin bit his lips before kissing your neck, "Definitely didn't play you as a freak in bed." Blushing Y/N smiled rolling her eyes, "Shut up."

Scoffing Jungkook ran his thumb through his lips rubbing away the blood that seeped through his injured lip. "Jungkook, maybe you should lay low. Minho has his—"

"Shut up Tae I'm fine." Y/N glanced at Jungkook, "Seriously? He's trying to help you Jungkook. You got yourself into this mess and still no thank you for anyone who tried to protect you?" Licking his lips in anger Jungkook yelled back, "Why does it matter to you so much what I do? Is it because you still love me?" Y/N bit on her lips. No denying her feelings for him were still there it just wasn't as intense as it had been before. He rejected her and as if that wasn't enough he humiliated her. She felt like he strung her out naked in front of the whole school. With the video of her confessing and being laughed at plastered on every social media platform that not one person in the university missed the video. "But that's not possible I mean you're already fucking around." He yells angrily swinging his arm towards Jimin, "What now I have no right to be with someone new? To get over you? Jungkook you played me. I gave you my heart. I took that leap of faith because I felt there was something there. Something other than me and you mindlessly fucking each other. But when I confessed you didn't just reject me you humiliated me! You laughed at me."

A silenced had enveloped the entire room as Y/N wiped the tears that had fallen from her eyes while running out of the dorm Jimin following her after giving Jungkook a look of disappointment. Jungkook had felt a sudden pain in his chest. He couldn't have but he did. He fell for her. He loved Y/N too.

Grabbing her by the wrist Jimin stopped her, "You still like him?" Y/N nodded tears still running down her cheeks as she looked down, "I-I want to get over him I agreed to sleep with you hoping that you can help me ou—" Before Y/N can finish her sentence Jimin used his finger to lift her chin up before placing a gentle kiss on her lips, "I'll help you. I want you to just look at me. No one else Y/N. From today on you're mine." He stated before pulling her in for a deep kiss. "I want you." He whispered with a smile. Letting out a chuckle Y/N placed her hand into his dragging him to her apartment.

The minute they had arrived Jimin pulled Y/N into a heated kiss. Dropping her keys at the foot of the door as Jimin lifted her as she hooked her legs around his waist. Letting out a groan as he broke the kiss Jimin carried Y/N to her bedroom. Gently tossing her on her bed as he took off his t-shirt. Y/N bit her lip at the sight of Jimin's toned body running her hands through his abs before going down to unbuckle his belt freeing his member that twitched in anticipation. Jimin looked down at Y/N as he watched her put his hardened member in her hand as she pumped his cock. He let out a mewl shuddering in the pleasure her hands were giving him. "Fuck. Suck me off baby girl." Licking the tip of his cock Y/N looked up teasingly. "Should I?" Groaning in frustration Jimin grabbed a fistful of Y/N's hair, "Why don't you be a good girl and listen to Daddy?" Y/N bit her lip as her heated core started to pool from Jimin's sudden dominance and roughness. So different from his well known gentle self. Smiling Y/N licked the tip of his cock down to the shaft before taking him in her mouth deep. Jimin let out a growl as he watched Y/N plump lips take in his cock.Letting out a moan as she hallowed her cheeks sucking harder each time she got to the tip.

"Fuck." Jimin pulled Y/N's mouth off his cock as he laid down on the bed, "Strip for me baby girl." Y/N's core tingled as she heard his pet name for her. Jimin calling her baby girl had a different effect than when Jungkook said it that's for sure. It was better. Slowly Y/N took off her dress once again. Teasingly stripping off her underwear waiting for Jimin's next command, "Now get on top of daddy." Doing as she was told Y/N held on to her headboard as Jimin licked the outside of her folds letting out a yelp. "Mmm you taste so good baby girl." Holding on to Y/N's thighs Jimin continued using his tongue to play with her core. Holding her in place as she squirmed as a moaning mess. "Jimin..." He stopped as he heard his name fall her lips, " That's not my name baby girl," He said with dark lust filled eyes his plump lips wet from her core. "What's my name?"

"D-Daddy." Burying his face back into her as he played with her little nub, "Thats right baby girl. Who does this pussy belong to?" Moaning at the vibrating sensations from him speaking so close to her core Y/N buckled her hips, "It's all yours daddy." Satisfied with her answer Jimin smirks before sucking onto the nub above her folds hearing mew waves of moans coming from his lover. "Fuck, Jimin please go inside me and fuck me hard."

With a swift move, Jimin was now on top Y/N with his cock kissing at the entrance of Y/N's core. Buckling his hips roughly as Y/N let out a satisfied moan. Taken aback by how wet and tight Y/N was Jimin let out another animalistic growl before setting a fast pace the creaking of the bed sounding more and more prominent. "Fuck. Fuck." He cursed repeated before his once fast precise thrusts soon became sloppy as he came close to his release. Ignoring his urge to cum Jimin places his thumb over her nub massaging it as Y/N clenched around him as she yelped coming on his still hard cock. Satisfied with her release Jimin pulls out of her pumping his cock chasing his sought-after high but to his surprise Y/N sucks on the tip skillfully, "Ba-Babe I'm going to cum." He managed to make out. But with a teasing smirk, Y/N opens her mouth, "Cum in my mouth daddy." Jimin groaned driven crazy by how dirty she was he continued to pump his cock as she sucked on the tip eagerly milking him. And with a loud groan that the two were sure can be heard by neighbors he came inside her mouth.

"Mmm." Y/N says as she swallows his cum using her fingers to clean off the ones that got on her face locking them seductively as she looked up at Jimin. "You taste so good." With a smile, Jimin collapses next to Y/N. "You're literally the greatest thing ever." With a smile, Y/N got up holding onto the headboard as she lost some feeling on her legs, "Sorry too rough?" Jimin asked as she shook her head, "Too good." They both laughed as he pulled her back into bed straight into his arms. "Let's clean up later okay?"

"Okay. Daddy." Y/N mocked, "Don't kink-shame me." Laughing lazily the couple fell asleep holding onto each other.