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jkvjimin · 3 months ago
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JIMIN & JUNGKOOK & TAEHYUNG ↳ are you sure?! | ep 1
[cr. @jung-koook]
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taegularities · 3 months ago
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i can't believe 'are you sure?!' has been about jimin's diarrhea like 80% of the time so far
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last-blue-hours · 3 months ago
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I was so intrigued by km equally engaging in snarky banter (well within their boundaries) knowing well it had to be a common occurrence with them being raging brats. Also such openness bothering people who perceive their relationship through rose tinted glasses of a shipper isn’t surprising at all.
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unkeptdiaries · 4 months ago
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matching set aespa karina 2/2
kpop layouts / mainly for discord / twitter idk
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untouchedsoap · 1 year ago
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fr the military took THEE brat tamer away from the most obnoxious brats in south korea. we're just starting to fully understand the repercussions of that
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echoesofadream · 10 months ago
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jungkook is such a bitchy brat he needs a man with powerful aura that he likes to make fun of for being weird and unique to put him in place right now meow
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th4saapobangpo · 4 months ago
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Sunshine Playcare //little!reader x jikook
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WORDCOUNT: 3.1K //SFW LITTLE SPACE
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In a world where little space is a diagnosed and normalized condition the little named Areum just moved from the city Geochan, located in the countryside of Korea, to the booming capital Seoul.
But she of course can't go anywhere with her two daddies, which she loves very dearly and vice versa, Jimin and Jungkook.
 Yes, she has two dads. So, what, she loves them, and they take good care of her!
Little girls and boys like her meet daddies and mommies like them, even if they’re a queer couple! Nothing’s wrong with that.
On their first day in Seoul, they painted her new nursery in her favorite color, pink! She even helped get her daddies the paint brushes, she’s such a good little helper. But now on their second day, which unfortunately is a Monday, she must go to her new Daycare... Sunshine daycare...
But the little one is scared, she does not want to meet new people... what if they do not want to be friends or even worse find her weird. Her daddies always say that she’s the sweetest girl and nobody would think that about her, but little Areum still isn’t sure if that’ll be the case.
POV: Areum
,,So baby, are you ready for your first day in your new Play care?’’ Papa grabbed a second hair tie from my hand to secure my second pigtail and make it look extra cute.
 Papa’s a hairdresser and cuts my and Daddy’s hair, not for free though. I always got to pay the huge amount of ten kisses plus one cuddle session!! I don’t mind though; I love showing papa and daddy my love!!
,,Not sure, Papa.. scared’’ I mumble.
 I want to stay home with both my dad’s and just spend the rest of our time playing and eating candy and snuggling both.
,,What are my two sweethearts chatting about?’’ Daddy just came into the bathroom in his business suit and tie. He looks so very serious! It’s so funny I let out a giggle, earning an arched eyebrow.
 ,,And now what’s so funny little girl? The tickle monster isn’t even here to tickle you, angel? But if you’re already snickering and giggling so loud and proud I might as well get him to make you laugh even more. ~Oh tickle monste- ‘’
,,NO DADDY!! Me is sorry!! No call the meanie monster’’ I beg and whine at the same time.
I even continue mumbling little sorry’s while hugging daddy, having to listen to Papa’s laugh. His angelic laugh that always makes my day.
 ,,I’m sure you’re forgiven. Come on now little one, the kiddos at Sunshine Play care are waiting for their new little friend! We even bough cupcakes you can share with them.’’
 I whine annoyed and frustrated not wanting to leave and potentially embarrass myself at the new play care, in the new city...
While daddy is dressed in his formal suit, putting on his suit shoes, daddy and I are dressed in fun and casual ones, putting our sneakers on!
 I’m wearing an overall with my favorite short armed shirt and my normal white sneakers!!  My Papa is so stylish always dressing me in so pretty clothes!
After we all entered the car, me siting in my bumper seat, we drove off and I notice on something I miss about our old home, the long weeds adorning the sides of the road and the weeping willows in the horizon swaying in the breeze. But Seoul only has high skyscrapers and sidewalk made of granite.
,,Dada, miss willow.’’
My statement confusing both. ,,Who’s willow baby? I don’t remember a kid from your old daycare being named Willow?’’
,, Silly Papa, not name Willow, the weeping one!’’ I giggle.
 ,, You miss the nature and fields in Geochang baby? Ain’t that sweet, honey’’
Arriving at the daycare, I see another kiddo in a very cute outfit, holding her daddies hand and sucking on a lollipop while he types on a box with black number on it.
Her daddy’s so silly!
,,Baby daddy’s just going go type the pin in and then you’ll finally see your new Daycare! Are you ready, sweet girl?
Even though Papa has only said positive things about this place, and the pretty pictures adorning the insides of the windows facing our direction also make me believe that I will be happy and have a good time there, I’m still a little worried.
,,I hope they like cupcakes, Papa. Want them to like the present!’’
What if they don’t like the frosting color I chose? Everyone likes purple though, right..
,,I’m sure they’ll love them, sweet pie! You’ll have to tell us all about your first day when we pick you up again, okay baby. Don’t let out one singular detail!’’
At least I’ll get to tell my Papas if anything happens. I hope nothing will though, I’m determined to make a good first impression.
We make our way towards the entrance and walk in. I slowly look around and see paradise.
This place looks so nice and the pretty lady at the counter even complimented my pigtails before showing us the way to my classroom. I’m all blushy now and of course Daddy had to tease me about that.
,,You face is as red as a tomato, Bubba! The counter lady got you all blushy with only one compliment, huh- ‘’
But before he could finish his playful teasing one of my new supervisors opened the classroom door and slowly approached my Papa and Dada
,,Hello, I am Jung Hoseok and from today on will be one of Areum’s home room teachers!’’
He looks like a million rays of sunshine combined and his smile is so bright you shouldn’t look at it directly or you’ll become blind.  I like him!
,,You look like you give the best hugs!’’ I just had to say that aloud. It is true, isn’t it?
,,I’m sorry, she always says what she thinks aloud, isn’t that right sweet’s?’’
He’s right but at least mister Sunshine doesn’t look mad at all; no, he’s smiling lots!
,,Thank you for the compliment, little one. But do you know what, you look even cuddlier.’’
Oh no, I’m all blushy again..
,,Are you ready baby, she even brought cupcakes for all the other kiddos!’’ Papas right, they’ll like the cupcakes, so they’ll automatically like me too right?
After saying good-bye to my daddies mister sunshine takes me to the classroom and shushes the class.
,,Guys, this is our new friends, Areum! She is so sweet, she brought you some cupcakes! What flavor are they, sweetie?’’
He turns towards me and I answer
,,Chocolate with purple frosting and little bears made from sugar.’’
 I look down at my fidgeting hands after finishing my statement and the others break out into an energetic fit of cheers and one even shouted out aloud
,, I like you, Areum! From today onwards you’ll be my friend!’’
Hobi told the boy; Beomgyu to calm down a bit in a playful tone and also said to tell me that a bit later.
,,Form a nice line, guys. No pushing and no cutting in line! Please and thank you!’’
I give everybody a cupcake and they thank me afterwards until Beomgyu, the last one in line starts talking to me even after receiving his treat.
,,You can sit next to me in class! I’ll teach you everything you have to know about this place!’’
Before continuing he guides me to their table and resumes to finish his statement in a whisper tone.
,, I'll show you. All the good hiding spots. For when we always play hide and seek during our outside play time!’’
After he finishes. His important speech. I notice the other three boys sitting with us, staring at me from across the table.
Beomgyu introduced me to them to me and told me their names; Taehyun, Woozi  and Beoming Kai, whom I can call Kai.
They seem very nice, but Kai keeps staring until he finally spits out;
,,Why are you so suddenly joining us in the middle of the year? ‘’
I'm sure he wasn't trying to be rude, and he didn't even sound like he was trying to offend me, but it still caught me a bit off guard.
,, I just moved here from Gochang with my Papa and Dada. I like it and Seoul, but I miss the weeping willows and quietness of the countryside.
Thinking about my hometown where I first met my daddies makes me a tad bit sad. The adoption Center for littles is where they first saw me and picked me to be that little one.
Knowing that we’ll never live in our old home again hurts.
I mustn't have noticed that I was zoning out until Beomgyu shook me back to reality.
 ,,You have two dads?’’ Taehyun asked.
 But before I got time to answer, he continued.
,,That must be so cool!’’
 I almost thought he was going to insult my Papas.
 I couldn't ever be friends with the person who do that. Never ever.
,,It is, but I get twice the dad jokes.’’
I fear we all started giggling after the joke I just told until Hoseok went back to the teacher's desk to start the first lesson.
,,So, kids, which smart little one of you can tell me what subjects you're learning today?’’
Everyone but me raises their hand until I noticed the timetable on the wall next to the blackboard.
 Silly hobby. He ends up choosing Woozi to repeat the timetable for Mondays, like today to us all.
,,First lesson is English, then math’s, PE, arts and crafts, my favorite then, playing period and Korean, and then we'll get picked up!’’
Wow, I like today schedule lots.
,,Fantastic job, Woozi. You deserve a golden star on your chart for that, isn't that right?’’
Hobi then proceeds to get a sheet of star shaped, golden and shiny stickers and put one under Woozie’s photo on his chart.
 All the charts are hung on the wall next to each other. Everyone has some golden, silver, or bronze star on theirs but my chart has got none yet.
I want a gold one though. Those show everyone that I'm a good girl.
,,OK kiddos let's begin the English lesson now! Let’s start by repeating the alphabet like we always do OK.’’
 I'm really good at naming all the letters in the alphabet. This is going to be so easy!
,, A-B-C-D-E-F-‘’ and we continued to name all the letters ,without one error, up to the last one Z
,,Good job guys! Now I'm going to say a word and whoever knows how to spell it correctly raises their hand. If I call out your name and you say all the correct letters. You'll get a tick on this list ,I made on the blackboard, just below your name. If you accomplish getting three ticks, you get an extra golden star on your chart.’’
Wow, I like this game and it's my chance to prove what a smart girl I am.
 ,,Your first word is; house’’
I raise my hand and Hobi calls out my name.
,,Areum, tell us how to spell the word house.’’
,,H-O-U-S-E, house.’’ I repeat and Hobby agreed with me!
Now I just need to get two more ticks. Easy, right?
With only 5 minutes of the lesson remaining, I managed to get all three ticks and my first golden star on my chart. Besides the word , house’  I was able to spell the words ,lamp’ and ,sticker’
A tricky one. Hobby even called me very smart after I got that one right. I can't wait to tell my Papas about this, they'll be so proud of me!
After the bell has rung, Hobie told us to take a 10-minute-long break.
,,You are so good in English, Areumie! I only got two right after raising my hand seven times.’’ Woozi confessed.
,, Do you like Dinos, Areumie?
,,I'm not sure, but I like Barbie and Teddies.’’
 My voice turning small after I noticed how the boys reacted to me bringing up something as girly as Barbie.
,,We don't know much about Barbie, but we could watch the movies if we ever have a playdate or sleepover at each other's houses!’’
I really like the idea of my friends having a sleepover at my house.
,, I'd love that, Beomie! Let's all have a big sleepover at my house one day.
We could watch Barbie, play with Dinos and other fun stuff.
 We all love the idea and they asked me to ask my Dada at first and then they’re going to ask their Mommies.
Soon after we finish talking, our math teacher, Kim Namjoon walked in. I called him Joonie.
 He gave us all the sheet with math problems to solve. They're really hard, so I raised my hand and ask him;
,, Joonie, how am I supposed to calculate the sum of 14 + 5  if I only have 10 fingers? Should I take my shoes off and count with both my fingers and my toes?’’
 He only chuckled and told me to get out the blank piece of paper, so I did just that. But what now?
,, Try to draw what you want to calculate. Draw 14 flowers on one side and 5 on the other.’’
 I finish doing that and ask him how that helps me solve the problem.
,,You can now either draw the 14 and the five flowers directly next to each other and count them, or you can just count them as they are right now. I know that numbers can be really confusing, right? Try to always visualize math problems like that.
 Come on now, count them, Areumie.’’
I counted 19 flowers and he told me it was right, 19 is indeed the correct answer.
I’m such a smart girl!
,,Thank you for teaching me your ways, Joonie. ‘’
He gives me a dimpled smile for being so polite.
I solved the other problems the same way and while correcting the worksheet together, I got all the answers right, even the hardest one 3 + 18.
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The other lessons before lunch went by really fast.
 In PE we played freeze tag and ran one small round. Our teacher is called Kim Seokjin, but I call him Seokie.
 In arts and crafts, we made pretty pictures using finger paint.
 I got a bit messy and now have a small glob of paint on my shirt ..
Dada doesn't like it when I get my stuff dirty. He likes everything clean and in order.
Papa calls him a perfectionist or something like that. It's funny.
It's finally lunchtime and all my friends and myself sit on one table, outside with the other kids and the other tables when suddenly two girls just sit down on our table and start talking to Beomie and Taehyun in a funny way.
They play with their hair and giggle the whole time.
They're acting so weird.
,,Ha ha Beomie, you're so funny ha’’. The girl is named Chae and said that out loud…
That’s my nickname for him.
Everyoone calls him Beom or gyuie but not Beomie.
He told me that himself after I called him that for the first time. He said it's special from now on and only I am allowed to call him that since I invented the nickname.
It's so unfair. I have to say something, so I do;
,,Hey! That’s my nickname for Beomie, only I get to call him that. It's special.’’
 I mumble a tad bit annoyed and Beomie me agreed with me.
,,She’s right don't call me that. It's Areumie’s special nickname for me!’’
 But Chae wasn’t very OK with that.
,,Why do you even still sit with her? She's so messy. I bet she’d get me dirty only by talking to me. Haha!’’
She and her evil best friend laughed like 2 lunatics while I teared up and ran away to the playground.
I hid behind one of the many obstacles big enough to hide my 5-foot frame (1.60 m)
Why are they so mean? I only said the truth.
 A few seconds later he found me and sobbing quietly, my four friends by his side.
 ,,Baby, what's wrong? Why are you shedding these tears, huh?’’
Hobi came up to me and wiped them from my cheeks after I told them what happened.
He looked a bit angry but told me to follow him to the table we just sat at where the two girls were still snickering about me telling mean lies about me to each other.
,,Chae, me and these five, nice kiddos are going to. Move to the nice kids table. But you 2 can’t sit with us. You were very mean to army and disrespected her. You even ignored her and from these rules about their special nickname they told you not to use it, but you did it anyways, didn't you? That was very mean. You two apologize to her right now before we go.
They apologized and promised to never use my special nickname for Beomie again.
 After moving to another table, we ate our lightweight lunch, a sandwich with baby carrots and fruit as a side dish. I got strawberries and so did Woozi, Taehyun and Beomie got grapes but kai got apple slices.
,,what's wrong kai?’’
 Taehyun then proceeded to explain to me that kai hates apples.
,,Oh, you can have my strawberries! Wanna trade?’’
He agreed.
,,Wow, you're so nice, Areumie! Such a good girl. I'll add a silver star to your chart for your kind act of service. Good girl!
 Hobi’s praise always makes me blush.
 The last two lessons we played hide and seek and read some Korean stories.
My favorite one was the one called Mother Holder.
 I'm going to ask Dada to get me that book. He always spoils me.
 But now it's time for the parents to pick up the little ones
 ,,Angel!’’  Dada is here, he just called me!
 I run towards him and hug him tight.
,,I have a lot to tell you and Papa, Dada!’’
After rambling to him about my 2 golden stars, my math success, and my new best friends, I ask him.
,,Dada, I wanna have a sleepover with Beomie, Tae, Kai and Woozi! We want to watch Barbie and play with Dinos. Please, please, please!
Dada said that he and Papa will talk about it, but before the real sleepover happens, a play date with their mommies will be arranged.
 ,,Thank you. I love you lots, Dada and Papa!’’
,,We love you Daddy. We love you too, baby. Let's go home now.’’
I love it here in Seoul, at Sunshine playcare and in my new home too!!
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Believe it or not,this is one of my first fanfictions!! The little!reader OC doesn't always have the name Areum but in this fic she does!! I'd appreciate some feedback in the comments ,hope ya'll like it 💗
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stargirlwrites · 2 years ago
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Little star sinner ~
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-> churchy sub Jungkook x f. Dom reader
-> sinner f. reader and church boy Jungkook
Warnings -> smut - virginity lost- car sex- oral inside church storage closet- pain kink- big b00bs- mommy kink- edging- unprotected sex- riding- whiny koo- edging- scratching- crying during sex- blow job- handjob- nipple play- huge religious topics- its kinda messed up but everything is consent given. - age gap (Jungkook is 6 years older)
• kinda just smut with a bit of fluff at the end <3 •
*the "f." Means female reader btw just in case you're new here !! ~ *
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"Oh my.. no.. its too much p-please oh no" tears escaped Jungkooks eyes as he felt all the pleasure you were providing him, but he still couldn't back away. He just needed to cum inside your mouth, he needed this.
Your knees were definitely bruising from the hard floor of the storage closet inside the church. Your throat pulsing and tongue moving on Jungkooks dick was probably the best thing you've ever felt.
"You almost close baby?" You say as you take a breath of air while stroking his cock. You felt so in control. Well.. maybe because you were in control. You were only 19 yet you had this 25 year old Virgin man wrapped around your finger, how could you not feel powerful.
Jungkook shivered at the feeling of your lip snake bites, smiley, and tongue piercings gliding over his cock while you sucked and slurped all of him.
"M' I'm g-going to-" he couldn't even finished his sentence before you took him out of your mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at you... smirking. He saw nothing but pure evil.
"N-no. Please I need to...." he couldn't even think of words. You got him so whipped for you. Tears rolling down his cheeks as his thighs shaked.
"Its 1: 57 pm silly. Bible study starts at 2 pm we need to hurry before mommy and daddy starts wondering where their youngest most precious son is doing. You wouldn't want them to know you were about to cum in my mouth in the churchs storage closet now would you?" Your words were pure venom. He couldn't believe you for a second but then he almost remembered he couldn't underestimate the chokehold the devil has around unwell people.
He just nodded and picked up his church slacks, he re did his tie and patted himself down so no flint was on him. He looked at you.. the way you were dressed. He knew the churchs message was to come as you are so you can leave with the lord in your heart but he was convinced not even the highest power can save you.
"__, I uh.. you should try shopping for more church appropriate clothing. Not in a b-bad way of course but.. this is how I get distracted.."
he pointed at you. The black crop top that showed 98% of your breast. The ripped baggy jeans with huge holes that can show your fishnets. Your tattoos on full display and all of your piercings intact on your body. You didn't even wear a bra for crying out loud he and anybody else can clearly see the nipple piercings. Your beat up converse with what looked like devil worshiping symbols written on them with what seems like black and red pen.
"How cute, blaming the way I dress and look for you being a filthy little sinner hmm? Wasn't it you who got a boner by me just removing my jacket? Wasn't it you who touched yourself looking at me as if i didn't notice while wearing a damn rosary inside a church?"
Jungkook was on the verge of crying. He felt disgusted of himself. He feels like evil has taken control over him. Tears forming inside his eyes and chest heaving up and down while you speak.
"Darling don't cry, it's okay to love yourself and make sure you feel good hm? Don't you think Bible study can wait? You wanna become a man instead of ready the same boring book baby?"
Gosh he hated you. He hated himself. Jungkook hated that your words turned him on. Hated that you were such a man eater. He looked at the cross hanging from his neck, he prayed and prayed days and days for god to save him but evil has consumed all his will power. Prayed and begged god to just make him stop touching himself to the thought of you, but he couldn't stop. He needed more, he needed you.
"p-please" was all he said as you smirked and took his hand and led him out the church.
It was like his life flashed before his eyes because next thing he knows he's in your light marijuana smelling car. It wasn't that big but it could fit at least 3 people in the back. You had a blanket in the back seat of your car so at least that was something.
"Are we leaving or.." he looked at you and your pants were already off.
"Of course not silly" you giggled, looking deep into his eyes for a split second. He could've swore he just saw the most beautiful angle and the most seducing demon at the same time.
"Take your clothes off for me kookie" you attached your lips to his as he kissed back, also not hesitating to undress himself for you. He was completely undressed, he tugged his boxers down and revealed his throbbing angry cock leaking with pre cum.
He was so sensitive the smallest bit of friction made him moan into your mouth. He can feel your smirk on his lips, taking your tongue out from his throat you grab his length and tug on it making him whine pretty loudly. What you did next made him cry and roll his eyes back. Gosh his sounds made you even wetter.
You slapped his cock, a drop of pre cum flying off onto Jungkooks cheek.
"You like when I slap your cock around baby? Love it when I make you feel good hmm." Jungkooks mind was going left and right. All he could think of was you, it's like you put a spell on him.
"Please.. I need you so bad. I'll do a-anything just give it to me.. please." He was at full submission and you loved it. He loved it too. He wanted you so had. He needed your pussy around his cock. He needed to be nasty with you.
"Of course baby. You've been so good you deserve it" Jungkook sat down in the middle of the back seat, his legs spreaded apart as his cock was screaming for you. You hovered over his dick, slowly sinking down so your wet pussy lips were sliding on his tip.
"F-fuck! Yes please I need it mommy!" As unexpected as his pleads were it made you wanna ride him like there was no tomorrow.
You sink down on his cock and felt the nice stretch he was giving you. Jungkook didn't know how to react so the first thing he did was full on cry. You looked at his face and saw tears rolling down his cheeks, his cheeks also a pretty pink color. You took his full length inside you didn't move to let him get used to the feeling.
"F-fuck your dick is so big kookie" you can feel his tip deep inside you.
"You feel so good and warm. Feels so good.. oh my.. it's t-ight and warm." Jungkooks dick twitched inside of you as you started to move a bit, basically slightly bouncing up and down.
Soon you guys were both moans and moving in rhythm. He didn't really know what to do his body just instantly trusted upwards inside your warm wet cunt. You grabbed Jungkooks lard hand inside your slim small one , making him spread your puffy pretty pussy lips and placed his index and middle finger on your clit, signaling him to rub you as you rode him.
"Love riding your cock kookie. S-so big, you're doing so good for me baby I'm so so proud of you. Being a good boy just for me. Being a good little star sinner for mommy" His cock hit this one spot inside your pussy that made you squeal. You can feel every vein and every drop of pre cum that was sliding against your tight walls.
Your hands reached to his light brownish nipples and started toying with them. Jungkook didn't know he could receive such pleasure from getting his nipples touched. His sweet moans made you ride him faster as you attach your lips on his nipples making him moan out loudly. Thank god your windows were tinted black if not you and jungkook could've had an exorcism preformed on you guys by the church if they saw this.
"I- I'm gonna cum! Mommy please I c-an't" Jungkooks cock was pulsing inside you cunt, your moans and the way your lips sucked on his nipples were enough to make him bust his load inside you right then and there.
"Hold it baby. " you said, pushing Jungkook down so his body is laying down on the seats. You quickly got on top of him and moved your hips around in a circular motion, then back and forth. Jungkooks eyes rolled back for a second. He literally almost saw heaven. His tip hitting your insides made you scream out his name. Jungkooks large hands groping your huge breast that didn't even fit all the way in his hand making you reach your high.
"Fuck Jungkook! Fuck baby your huge fucking dick gonna make me cum all o-over! You're such a fucking good boy" The praise was amazing, but what was even more amazing was your black painted nails digging in his chest. The pain of your nails digging from his collar bone all the way to his abs. Feeling your nails drag across his chest made him start thrusting up. His thighs shaking in insane pleasure.
"I-im cumming !" Jungkooks cum painted your gummy warm insides, you moaned out loud with the feeling of his hot cum reaching all the way to your womb. You didn't care about protection or the risk of getting impregnated at the moment, all you cared about was this big dummy underneath you. You hoped off his softening dick, the feeling of removing his long thick length from your insides making you groan a bit.
Jungkook was looking up at you with a big smile on his face, looking a little silly but that's alright.
"That was so.. amazing koo" you placed kisses all over his cheeks, neck, nose, and lips. He pulled you in for a big kiss which caught you by surprise. After a couple seconds you both pulled away. You instantly went to get soft clean tissues to clean both of you up. You cleaned yourself up and then put your full attention on Jungkook. Carefully cleaning his abs, thighs, and cock with the tissue. Making sure his soft skin was clean and didn't have any rash. You put on your panties and a shirt on and quickly put pajama pants on Jungkook and a warm shirt since it was a little chilli outside. You looked up at him and saw stars in his big glassy eyes.
"I love you" was all that came out of Jungkooks mouth.
"I.. I love you too, My Little star sinner" you whispered and squished his cheeks making you both giggle cutely
"Let's go to my place, we'll cook and watch movies.. and maybe sin a little more." You winked at him.
And with that.. you drove Jungkook home and ended up falling asleep with his head on your lap and your hand in his fluffy hair as the TV played the care bear movies.
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holy fuck😭.
Hope You Guys Enoyed This!! ♡
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ask-wolf-joon · 2 years ago
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Weighing Stats!
Thank you all for waiting so patiently ♡ between waves of heat and rut we finally dragged ourselves to the scale
@ask-feedee-jk Chubby Bunny gained: 38 pounds!
I gained 20 ☺️
I believe that puts Jungkookie at 337 pounds in total~ ^u.u^ he's so round and fluffy
I've gained 91 pounds in total! I'm super proud, especially since predators are not naturally inclined to chubbiness like my cute prey hubby is *purrrr*
It's getting harder to lift up bun because he's round and chubby EVERYWHERE. This little muffin is getting so heavy *pant*
As for me... pretty much all of my weight is sitting in my belly .///. Koo keeps playing with it and it's making me jiggle 🥵
That's the monthly update! ^ouo^ we're both chubbing up ♡
Let us know if you have any questions in the asks uwu
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kassylin · 1 year ago
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LMAO at JK saying he wouldn’t want to play with the kids in elementary school lol But added, that he would play a bit LOL
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ask-feedees-jikook · 2 years ago
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I’m so high.... do I stuff myself without Joonie or nah? hmmm
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lo1k-diamonds · 5 months ago
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This story got me feeling like a maniac for laughing so hard 🤣
I just giggled from start to finish and even when I thought, "come on, more brattiness!" It didn't disappoint!
The ending caught me so by surprise but even then I chuckled 😂 This is really great!
Up All Night
Pairing: JK x reader
Genre: smut/pwp, neighbours/enemies-to-well, not really lovers, not even really fuckers lmao
Word count: 5.8k
Summary: You've moved into a nice, new apartment but there's just one problem: your noisy neighbour with the voice of an angel who insists on doing karaoke in the small hours. You decide it's about time to tell him off and get a whole lot more than you bargained for.
Content: oral sex (f. receiving), protected sex (well... sort of... you'll see!), dom!JK, slight bratty reader, bit of spanking, bit of biting, overstimulation, alcohol consumption
A/N: JK said middle of the night karaoke (again!) so here we are (again!) lmao. Originally written for M @here2bbtstrash. Not edited for reposting.
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The previous tenant of your new apartment had assured you that there were no issues with the apartment, the landlord, the building, the management company, or the neighbours. It was peaceful, quiet, they had said. They were clearly lying.
You pull the pillow off your head and huff, frowning into the darkness of your bedroom. You check the clock: 2am. 2am. Who does karaoke at 2am on a Wednesday?! You put the pillow back over your face and scream into it; you can’t hear it yourself over the noise of your next-door neighbour’s wailing and warbling. This has been going on long enough.
He has no set pattern, no set routine, it seems, so it’s not even as if you can plan your life around it. At weekends, you don’t mind; people can do what they like at the weekend; you’re not immune to fun! And, truth be told, he has a nice voice; at least he can actually sing well. But cranking up the karaoke machine at midnight on a weeknight is pushing it. And you’re at your limit. You’re supposed to be sleeping but your heart is hammering as anger floods your system, blood roaring in your ears, your patience so worn, it’s transparent.
It’s almost project deadline time which means a) there is more work to do than there has ever been because, obviously, everyone is running behind and no one is ready and b) very important meetings with the clients to explain why you’re behind and how, actually, it’s fine and ok and you are all good at your jobs even though nothing is ready. It would be stressful and exhausting on 8-hours a night, but you were scraping through with three or four thanks to your pop-star wannabe neighbour.
Silence. Has he stopped? Is it over?
A new song starts. The single thread with which you had been hanging on snaps and you sit bolt upright in bed. Something has to be done.
You run a hand through your hair, put on a top and some trousers, and take a deep breath before stomping out of your apartment to stand at the door of the apartment to the right. You can still hear him out here.
You thump on the door, four heavy-handed, side-fisted thumps. No answer. You try again, harder and more this time. No answer. You consider going back to your apartment for a pair of boots to try to kick the door (or kick the door in, either way) when it finally swings back.
“Oh,” is what comes out. Your brain has fallen out of your ears.
You hadn’t given much thought to what your neighbour might look like; it certainly hadn’t occurred to you that he might look like that: all tall and dark and handsome, with those huge, brown eyes, and... and... see-through pyjamas. You bite your lip as he looks at you, confused but friendly; you still dimly remember why you had been knocking at his door in the middle of the night but, somehow, you can’t get your mouth to move.
“Are you ok?” he asks, brows creasing in concern. His pink tongue pokes briefly out of his lips as he sucks his lip ring into his mouth and you are transfixed. Your poor brain is scrambling to try to get you to say anything when all your body’s attention is somewhere far south of that. You gulp.
“You are loud,” you say and groan internally at yourself. Get a grip!!! He’s just a man! He’s a man who’s keeping you up! He’s a man you came here to tell off!
Yeah, but he’s a man that looks like that.
Your eyes move from his mouth to his hands, still holding his karaoke mic. Little tattoos on his hand, bigger tattoos moving up his arm, his muscled, well-defined arm. Your heart skips a beat when you imagine that hand around your throat and that beat is taken up with a throb in your core.
“Uh, oh, the karaoke? Is it too loud?”
“Yes,” you answer weakly, your voice disappearing as he scrunches up his nose and ruffles the hair at the back of his head, bashful. You wish you had thought to put on underwear beneath your pyjamas; your nipples are hard, all too visible underneath the pale vest and you can feel your arousal between your legs. You cross one foot in front of the other and squeeze your thighs together.
You’re ashamed of yourself, honestly. You came to tell him to knock it off and put a sock in it and shut the fuck up because some people (clearly not him) have real jobs that require them to get up early in the mornings and use their brains which, in turn, require a good night’s sleep and yet, here you are, a mindless, gawping hole with cum for brains and one, singular thought resounding in your head.
“Oh, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you’d be able to hear it. I guess it is kind of late...”
“Yeah, it’s late,” you say, able only to echo what’s already been said, not daring to say more lest that thought escape out of your mouth while your brain is unavailable.
“I’m sorry, yeah, I’ll turn it down; I’ll try to be quieter next time!” His smile is glorious; he glows and you can only bask in it.
When you don’t leave, he falters.
“Um, do-.. C-… I-… Is there something else?”
Yes, there is, your brain says to you. Yes, I want to put my mouth all over your body. Yes, I want to make you sing my name. Yes, I want to fuck you and make you cum so hard, you actually shut the fuck up. Your eyes rove his body hungrily, unsupervised by your mushy brain, and when you finally meet his gaze, the look on his face is different.
The cute, baby-faced, little cherub is gone and his eyes look darker now. He raises an eyebrow at you and you swallow a whimper.
“Do you want to come in?” he asks.
You don’t respond but he moves backwards and you follow, letting him shut the door behind you. You stand awkwardly as he goes to the kitchen and gets out two shot glasses and a bottle of soju. He opens it, pours the shots and slides one along the counter in your direction.
You’re surprised, a little unsure, but you take it and down it and he refills the glass.
“I’m Jungkook, by the way.” He raises his glass at you and takes another shot.
You tell him your name and drain your glass, moving further into the room. It’s dim, main lights off, a standing lamp in the corner, one on a corner table, and a colourful, swirling lamp casting rainbows across the walls, across Jungkook’s face, across his body... There’s a mattress on the living room floor and it’s incongruent enough that it slightly shakes you from your stupor.
“Does this apartment not have a bedroom?” you ask.
Jungkook giggles, scrunching up his nose again and he sighs.
“It does. I just... also have a mattress in here...”
You don’t ask why. You don’t think you need to.
“It’s not like that,” he says, as if reading your mind. “I just... like to lie down and the sofa isn’t comfortable really, especially if I fall asleep on it. It just- I don’t know, it made sense to me.”
“You’re kind of weird, right?”
He laughs, surprised, and then shrugs.
“I don’t know. I guess. Maybe? Is that bad?”
You shake your head and move closer, putting your empty glass down next to his. He refills them both and this time, you clink them together and he holds your gaze as you sink them.
The soju has rounded your edges and you have completely forgotten your anger, forgotten your anxiety about work, forgotten about everything else outside of these four walls. It’s just you and Jungkook – that guy that you have been ranting and raving about since you moved into this apartment a few weeks ago, that guy you hated, that guy you were going to give what for... that guy with his hand on your arm, that guy moving closer to you, so close you have to tip your head back to see his face.
“Did you really come to complain about the noise?” he asks, his voice quiet and low. His hand moves to your hip, gently fingering the waistband of your trousers.
“Yes,” you whisper back, your mouth dry, adrenaline and alcohol buzzing through your system.
“Is that all?”
His face is so close to yours now; he nudges your nose with his and you can just barely feel his lips hovering over yours. You intend to close your eyes for just a second, just a second to catch your breath, but he whips it from you, closing the minute distance between you, his lips on yours, so soft, so sweet.
Your body responds before your mind has registered what’s happened. One hand rakes through his hair, the other gripping his arm; he pulls your whole body closer, wrapping an arm around you, holding you tight. He has your bottom lip in his teeth, letting go to slip his tongue into your mouth. He moans and you’re suddenly brought to your senses. You jump back and shake your head.
“No, wait, no! I did actually come here to complain about the noise! That is all! That is all! I didn’t even know who you were or what you looked like when I knocked on the door.”
Jungkook chuckles darkly.
“Yeah that much was pretty clear.”
“What does that mean?”
“I saw your face when I opened the door. Not much good at poker, are you?”
He grins and you want to hate him again but he’s so cute even when he’s being smug and condescending.
“Is this how you get away with it?” you ask. “You just look like that and people let you do whatever you want, is that how it works?”
He looks taken aback, almost offended.
“What do you mean? Get away with what?”
“With this!” You fling an arm out towards the karaoke machine and gesture with the other to the microphone sitting on the kitchen counter. “It’s 2am, Jungkook! On a Wednesday! And you’re screaming into a microphone! Who does that?!”
You’re relieved that your anger is back. He is heady and intoxicating and the anger is refreshing – not to mention that getting dicked down by him will do absolutely nothing to solve the actual problem at hand.
“I didn’t know you could hear it!” He’s raising his voice now, too. “No one has ever complained before!”
“Yeah! Because you look like that!”
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
“It means my brain dribbled out of my ears the second I saw you and I forgot that I fucking hate you-!”
“You can’t hate me! You don’t know me!”
“I know you enough! I know your favourite songs! And I know that I can’t fucking sleep because of you! So, I got out of bed to come over here and tell you to just fucking shut the fuck up, and then you opened the door and you’re so ridiculously good-looking that I forgot! I fucking forgot that I’m livid with you!”
“Well, I can’t help what I look like. It’s not my fault you’re attracted to me.”
“If you were a normal person who didn’t go karaoke in the middle of the night then I may never have met you, so it might not be your fault that you look like that but it’s definitely your fault that I had to find out about it.”
“So, you’d rather have never met me?” He moves closer to you again, looking down at you, licking his lips, catching the bottom one in his teeth. “Really?”
You can’t say yes. You can’t say no. You want him to just take you, to shatter the tension between you and fuck you into next week. You can’t tell him that... Can you?
“I didn’t say that, exactly,” you respond, your voice thick, your heart trapped in your throat.
“Then what are you saying?” His body is close against yours now, his hands on your skin beneath your top, sending sparks flying, a shiver down your spine as he presses his lips to your jaw.
“For fuck’s sake, Jungkook,” you growl. “You can’t just fuck your way out of this.”
“No? Can I at least try?”
He pushes his hips against you and he’s hard. He kisses your neck, licking and sucking, drawing tiny gasping breaths from your reluctant mouth. As one hand moves around and he gently pinches your nipple, you moan.
“Fine, fine,” you answer. “But this had better be really good.”
He pulls back and grins, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Oh I’m not worried about that.”
He slips his hands down and lifts you suddenly, carrying you with apparent ease to the mattress on the floor. Then they’re immediately at the waistband of your trousers, pulling them down your legs, throwing them across the room.
“You’re going to fuck me on the floor? Don’t I deserve better than that?” you ask, resting on your hands.
He looks up at you, his hands on your ankles. He tugs quickly and you fall back with a light squeal. You raise your head and he’s crawling over you, his eyes black.
“I’ll fuck you on the actual floor if you’re not careful,” he warns, voice low and steady, sending a spark straight to your core.
“Is that right?”
You know that he could rip you in half without breaking a sweat but you don’t want to make it easy for him. He chuckles and rolls his eyes, shaking his head so that his hair falls forward and tickles your face.
“Are you always such a brat?”
He takes your jaw in his hand, resting his full weight on the other, and grips it tightly. He considers you for a moment: your pupils wide, mouth open, breathing heavy. Then he loosens his grips, strokes a thumb over your cheek.
“Why don’t you try being a good girl?”
“Fuck you.”
His hand snakes to your neck, wraps around your throat.
“Is this ok?” he asks quietly and you nod fervently.
“Then why don’t you try saying that again.” The difference in his voice sends more arousal pooling at the crux of your legs. He’s commanding, authoritative, in charge. You’re already aching, desperate for him.
“F-”
As you go to speak, his hand squeezes hard on your throat, cutting you off. His eyes bore into yours and he lets go.
“Sorry, what was that?”
As you open your mouth to reply, he squeezes again. You kick your legs and squirm beneath him even after he lets go. He lowers his face to yours and kisses your cheek, whispering in your ear.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
His hand squeezes once more then lets go your throat and travels down your torso. He kneels back and hooks the hem of your vest under his thumbs.
“If you’re a good girl,” he tells you, lifting your top over your head and discarding it, “Then I’ll be good to you...” He presses kisses against your throat and chest and he sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue and you can’t stop your hips bucking below him. Releasing you with a pop, he continues. “But if you insist on being a brat...” He kneels up and gives a swift, sharp slap to your pussy. You gasp and his face switches back, cute and open and concerned; he mouths the question ‘are you ok? Is this ok?’ and you nod, nod, nod.
“Yes, yes, please.” Like a doll with a ring-pull in her back, it’s all you can say.
“So tell me,” and it’s authoritative Jungkook back again, “Are you going to be good or are you going to be a brat?”
He sits and waits for your answer, slowing unbuttoning his shirt, keeping his eyes on you. You don’t know the answer. You just know you want him, desperately; the need in your centre is so strong, it’s almost painful; your walls are fluttering, clenching around nothing; arousal almost pouring out of you onto this stupid mattress on the floor. You’re shameless with desire. You’ll do anything, anything to have him inside you.
“I asked you a question. Are you going to be a good girl or are you going to be a brat? Don’t make me ask a third time.” His voice is sharp and he stands to take off his trousers and boxers.
“Fuck,” you gasp when he’s finally naked, his prick standing proud before him. Your mouth waters and your pussy floods at the sight. “Good, good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” The words tumble from your mouth in a rush and you sit up, about to get to your knees when he pushes you back down. “I’ll be good, I swear,” you whisper. “Just please-”
“Please what, princess?” He’s sweet now, indulgent, his lips back on your neck as his fingers trail down your stomach.
“Please touch me.”
“Touch you? Oh, but I am touching you. Look-” He gestures with his free hand to where his other dances his fingers across your stomach. Kneeling, he pulls your legs apart, settling them over his legs, stroking your thighs.
“No,” you whine, rolling your hips as if there is anything there to roll them against. You can feel a bead of sweat roll down your spine as Jungkook hitches you higher, pulling you closer so that you can feel his cock rest against your clit. You whine again but he’s holding you so tight that you can’t move.
“No? No? So you don’t want this?” He presses his thumb into your swollen, throbbing clit and you keen, grasping the blankets in your fists.
“Please, yes, please, that.”
“You like that?” He moves his thumb in slow circles and you think you might explode with need. You’re so wet and so sensitive and your head is swimming as your body tingles all over, as if the surface of your skin is sparkling water, bubbles rising and popping, goosebumps sprinkled from top to bottom.
“Yes, yes- ahh, yes, fuc- yes.. But-”
“But?”
“More. Need more.”
Jungkook sighed and removed his hand.
“No,” you cried, trembling with desire. “Please.”
“That’s right, princess, you ask nicely now.”
“Please, please touch me,” you beg, unravelling with unmet desire. “Please, Jungkook-, hngh-”
His thumb is back and insistent now and you moan as he finally slips two fingers into your wet, aching cunt.
“Fuck, Jungkook!”
“Mm, yeah, I like it when you say my name like that.”
“Jungkook, mm- fuck... Faster.. Please.”
“As you wish.”
Pleasure coils tight inside you as he hooks his fingers inside you, pressing hard against your front wall. Your walls begin to clench against his fingers and your muscles tighten as he brings you to the edge.
“Please, please, please, please, please, please...” You repeat over and over, your mind barely present, only conscious of your climax, closer and closer, so, so close until Jungkook stops. “What? What?” You look at him, wild-eyed and he grins like snake. “Why?” You sound petulant, you can hear it yourself, but you were so close and you need it so badly.
“You’re just so wet, princess. I don’t think I can go another second without tasting you.”
You expect him to curl forward, shuffle towards the edge of the bed, and bring his mouth to you, but he wraps his arms and around your waist and hoists you upward, bringing your burning core to him. You’re virtually upside-down, his cock pressed against your back. Keeping one arm tight around you, Jungkook slips his other hand under your opposite shoulder making sure you don’t slip, and then he kisses your thighs and your puffy outer lips and he licks the crease of your hip and you’re whining, squirming, his hot breath against you torturous, tantalising.
The blood is rushing to your head and your vision swims as he finally puts his lips where it matters. He licks through your folds and you moan, free and wanton, your breath hitching, voice breaking when he flicks your clit, then seals his lips around it.
“Fuck! Fuck! Ah-.. Jesus- fuck.”
You can barely move as he’s holding you so tightly, so securely as he sucks hard at your tight pearl, as he licks through your folds, as he pushes his tongue inside you, drinking you greedily, hungrily, insatiably. He moans and it sends a shiver down your spine. You’re dizzy but you don’t know if it’s being upside down or if it’s being licked and sucked and slurped at as if Jungkook’s life depends on it.
He doesn’t move his mouth from you, moaning and groaning, sending vibrations through your core until you’re light-headed. You’re back on the edge as he sucks at your clit, the soft pad of his tongue rubbing over you; your walls are clenching, your hands are shaking, your thighs trembling as pressure builds. You glance up at him: eyes closed in concentration, brows together frowning into you, tiny hairs sticking to his forehead with sweat.
“Fuck, Jungk-”
Your orgasm takes the rest of his name from your mouth, replacing it with a long, loud whine. Even he can’t stop you squirming as pleasure pours over you. Colours and patterns dance in front of your eyes as your whole body starts to shake, toes curling, legs squeezing Jungkook’s head. But he doesn’t stop, mouth still moving against you, drinking you in like you’re an oasis and he’s been wandering the desert for forty nights.
“Jungkook!” you gasp, fingernails finding his thigh, grasping, digging. “Jungkook!”
He moans in response but doesn’t detach and you think you might die if he keeps going, don’t know if you can take anymore. You feel floppy; you feel drunk; you feel giddy and hysterical. He releases your clit and you gasp, relieved, but he hasn’t finished. He licks through your folds, wanton and in search of more.
“Jungkook, I can’t,” you whine, your voice almost breaking, tears almost pricking in your eyes.
“Be a good girl.” His voice is deep, dark, liquid as he speaks, his lips still touching your skin. It makes you shiver. It makes your empty pussy throb. “Just be a good girl, ok?”
He hoists you up another inch and your head falls between his legs, fully and completely upside-down now. You arch your back against him and his nose bumps your clit, shooting a jolt right through you. His mouth is moving slower now and you’re grateful for the reprieve but then he’s back on your screaming bundle of nerves and, no, that’s you screaming. You screaming his name, screaming yes and screaming nothing comprehensible. You feel feral, no longer human but animal, no longer aware of anything but his mouth and your cunt. Your nails dig into the flesh of his stomach but he merely growls against you, holding you tighter. You feel like you’re trapped in a riptide, rolling and swirling and tumbling, barely breathing, choking on his name in your mouth.
He pulls another orgasm from you, a shuddering, thunderous climax the likes of which you have never before experienced. Everything pulls tight like an overstretched elastic band and then it’s snapped and you’re free-falling, a wailing cry sounding far off in your ears, as if you’re out of your body. Jungkook gently shuffles backwards, lowering you to the mattress, where you lie, panting, your head spinning, every part of you feeling as if you were on another planet. Your body feels heavy and weightless at the same time, limbs like lead somehow floating above you.
He kisses your feet and your ankles and your calves. He kisses your knees and your thighs and your stomach. He kisses the tips of your fingers and the palms of your hands and the crooks of your elbows. He kisses your shoulder and your neck and your ear and your cheek. He wipes the hair from your brow and gently turns your face towards him. His face is swimming in front of you as the blood still slowly levels out in your body.
“Are you ok?” he whispers, those huge, dark eyes bright and shining. The swirling colours of the kaleidoscopic lamp pass over his face and you think you might just be dreaming. He wipes at his lips and his chin, but he’s still sticky and shiny with your arousal all over him. “You ok?” he repeats.
A sound that isn’t a word leaves your lips and you frown and try again.
“Tem-… bu-… uh... Fu-…"
He giggles and kisses your cheek again, pressing his nose against you.
“You want some water?”
You can only nod as you wait for your body to come back into itself, as you wait for your brain to pick itself back up off the floor. When he brings the glass over to you, he has to help you sit up; you lean heavily against him as you gulp down the full glass in one. You gasp as you finish, water trickling down your chin and onto your chest. You lean your head back on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“I... I...” You start but you don’t know what to say.
“Mm? You what?” Jungkook’s hand starts to stray, gently rubbing your side; his mouth connects to your neck again and your head falls to the side. “You were such a good girl,” he purrs and you are thrilled by the praise.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, so, so good for me, princess. Think you’re ready for me now?”
“Oh...”
It’s not that you don’t want it. It’s that you can barely sit upright without leaning against him, your legs all jelly and your spine a column of paper.
“It’s ok, you can say no,” he reminds you, stroking your leg.
“No, no, -”
“That’s ok.”
Jungkook shuffles behind you, laying you against the sofa while your brain strives to catch up.
“No, no, no I mean, no, I don’t mean no I-. No, YES. Yes, I mean yes.” You twist so you’re facing him and press your palms his chest – soft, firm, warm – and push yourself up. “Yes, I mean yes. Please, please fuck me.”
He grins and takes your face in his hands.
“You’re so cute when you beg.”
He kisses you, still so soft, still so sweet. Still so strong: he scoops you up in his arms and lifts you so you’re straddling him, without breaking the kiss. He sucks on your tongue and you moan, your body awakening once more. You slip your hand down and find his cock, hot and hard between your bodies, the tip slick with precum. You twitch at the thought of him inside you as your fingers don’t quite wrap all the way around him. Jungkook moans as you spread the precum around his head, thumb gently bothering the soft underside.
“Fuck, one sec.”
He sets you back down on the mattress and stumbles hastily to another room, returning with a condom in his hand. He rips it open as he kneels back down in front of you and then slips it over his tumescent length.
“You still want this?” he asks, as if the greed and desire weren’t plain in your face.
“God, yes. Please.”
“You’re so needy!” He laughs and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “That’s just how I like you, princess.”
From your kneeling position, he hooks his arms under your thighs, spreading them wide, lifting and pressing you against the edge of the sofa.
“This ok? Comfortable?”
You honestly can’t even tell. All you can feel is the deep, heavy drag of desire in your core, the persistent, empty ache of Jungkook not inside you. You nod, dumbly, and swallow as he runs the head of his cock through your soaked wet folds before pressing into you.
Oh, he’s big. He’s slow and careful as he stretches you out and you whimper, not because it hurts but because it feels so, impossibly good.
“Tell me how it feels,” he commands.
“So big,” you pant. “So good.”
“Tell me if you ne-”
“No, don’t stop.” Your hands grip his shoulders and you look him in the eye. “Do not stop. Please.”
He doesn’t stop until there’s no more left to give and he holds you there, stuffed full. You wait a moment and then another but he doesn’t move. You try to roll your hips against him but you’re held fast between the sofa and Jungkook and he is like a statue, unmoving.
“Jungkook?”
You try to catch his eye but he’s looking down at your body with his lip between his teeth.
“Jungkook.”
“What, princess? What do you need?”
He looks at you with a grin and you realise he’s just teasing you, waiting for you to beg some more. You huff and pout and look away, refusing to meet his eye again. You cross your arms over your chest.
“Uh oh,” he says, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. “Uh oh, is my good girl sulking? Have I spoilt you, princess? Given you too much of what you want already?” He grips your hair tightly and pulls your head back. “Have I created a brat out of you?”
“No,” you reply, still petulant and pouting.
“No? Then where’s my smile? Where’s my ‘please’?”
You look at him, bottom lip still jutting, and he raises his eyebrows.
“Oh, that’s a real shame...” He starts to pull out of you, as slowly as he went in and you bite the inside of your lip to keep quiet. “I was really looking forward to fucking you, but we don’t reward bratty behaviour in this house...” As his tip reached your entrance, you grabbed his arms, no longer pouting, your eyes pleading. “Hm?” he asked. “What’s that?”
You growled and rolled your eyes and dropped your head back, taking a deep breath before snapping it back.
“Please,” you spit but Jungkook shakes his head and falls from you.
“No, no, that’s not how we ask nicely, is it?”
He drops you and you flop onto the mattress but before you can react, he’s lifting you up again, turning you around, bending you over the sofa. He presses himself against you and the two of you moan in unison. Then he smacks you hard on your right glute and you gasp.
“You ok?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s what you get for being a brat.” He smacks you hard again in the same spot and you whimper. He licks over the sting and cracks you on the other side.
“Jesus!” you exclaim.
“Too much?”
“No, no, keep going.”
Another smack.
“Keep going what?”
“Keep going, Jungkook.”
And another.
“Keep going what?”
Seconds pass in tense, exhilarating silence. Your heart skips in your chest at the thrill of it, of denying him what he wants, of what he might do in return. As the seconds tick by, another and another and another, Jungkook’s hand sneaks around in front and he grabs your clit sharply and twists.
“Oh Jesus, fuck!” you cry, your head dropping onto the sofa.
Jungkook’s lips are back at your ear.
“Is it too much?” His voice is so gentle and the contrast makes you laugh.
“No, no, it’s not.”
“Ok, you say when, though ok?”
You nod and he kisses the shell of your ear.
“Please, keep going,” you say and he laughs.
“See? So, you do know how to ask nicely, eh?” He leaves a trail of kisses down your spine and rolls his hips, his dick sliding through your wet folds so that you moan. “Come on, then, princess, enough being bratty. Ask nicely for what you want.”
But you don’t want to ask nicely. Not anymore. You push your hips back against him and his hands come down, squeezing them tightly, fingers pressing hard into the skin, the muscle.
“Just fuck me, Jungkook,” you growl.
“Eh?”
You turn your head to look at him, dark, determined.
“I said, just fuck me.”
He smirked and sucked his teeth with a shake of his head.
“What a rotten princess you are, so spoilt, so quickly.”
He bends down and takes a hard bite of your bum cheek. He doesn’t let go, his teeth sinking deeper into your soft flesh as you whimper. You whimper even as fresh arousal pools inside you and your walls flutter. They flutter around nothing as you try to push back or wiggle your hips or get him to move. You hear him growl, your skin still between his teeth, and then he drops you and licks broadly over the clear, dark indentations.
“Jungkook,” you whisper.
“Yes?”
You don’t want to beg but you are desperate for him back inside you. He can bite you and smack you and god knows what else but you need him to fuck you. You look at him over your shoulder and he smiles sweetly at you, expectantly. He plays with your folds and toys with his dick at your entrance, just waiting. You wish you could hold back the moan in your throat, wish you could stop your core clenching, wish you could just get him to fuck you.
“Come on, princess,” he says, his voice quiet, encouraging, even kind. “You can tell me...”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I know that,” he laughs, running a hand up to your hair, tangling it there and then tugging backwards, lifting you off the sofa by it so your head rests against his collarbone. “And I,” he growls, letting your hair go and running a soft hand across your breasts, “just want you to ask nicely,” his voice sweet and soft again. These switches are giving you whiplash and you don’t know which Jungkook you want more. Any will do, you think, but then your cunt throbs at the thought of your flesh in his teeth and your resolve hardens.
“I won’t,” you say through gritted teeth.
“You won’t?” He moves backwards and your bodies are no longer touching. He continues to move and the space between you grows, causing you to shiver without the heat of him there. He sighs dramatically. “This is very disappointing. Turn around.”
You do as you’re told without a second thought and when you’re facing him, he’s kneeling and grinning at you.
“What am I going to do with you?” he muses, an evil twinkle in his eye that you are sure is not just the swirling colours of the lamp. He reaches out towards a side table and your eyes widen when you see what’s in his hand. He turns his back to you briefly, pressing buttons on a small remote. You can’t believe your ears when music fills the room and Jungkook brings the mic to his mouth.
“Any requests, princess?”
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iarchmybaculaa · 5 months ago
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Pairing: Ex! Jungkook x reader
Rating: 18+ (Please be mindful of what you consume)
Warnings: Jungkook is subjectively a little toxic, Mentions of an ongoing divorce, possessive! Jungkook, Girl Dad! Jungkook, unprotected sex (don't do that irl), oral sex (f receiving), Slight brat reader, Jeon Jungkook is a menace, reader is implied to be black
Word count: 5.2 k (I think)
🎧: Woo- Rihanna
For: @hobicakess and Paige💗
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Jungkook is good at a lot of things
Hes a fantastic singer. He dances very well (even if he likes to fein shyness at parties). Jungkook can cook, he can multitask seamlessly and (almost) effortlessly, and he can put Jinhae to sleep in a matter of minutes… It would be much easier to list the things that Jungkook isn't good at.
Jungkook isn't very good at sharing.
He doesn't like sharing food, clothes or people.
You think it may be his biggest if not only flaw.
Jungkook considers the people in his life his. He doesn't expect them to have the same importance in someone else's life, as they do in his. And he doesn't expect them to think of other people the way they do of him, either.
You don't know if it's because he fears that he'll be replaced, or because he was raised as an only child. But whatever it was, Jungkook let it consume him. Holistically.
You remember how he had reacted when Yoongi- his mentor,had taken on a new intern. Jungkook and Yoongi had attended the same highschool within a few years of each other; and had met again when Yoongi was a TA at SNU. Yoongi had taken Jungkook under his wing, as less of a student, and more like a little brother; and their bond lasted way beyond college. Yoongi was so proud of Jungkook that he was practically All he spoke about. Jungkook had gotten used to things being that way.
Then one day, all of a sudden, Yoongi was no longer “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook”; he was all “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin” much to the Younger's chagrin.
To his credit, Jungkook was nothing but nice to Jimin during the time he worked for Yoongi. He bought him coffee once in a while and even invited him out for drinks whenever the opportunity arose. Jimin was cool. Jungkook would even go as far as to say that Jimin was his friend. Jungkook barely knew the guy! He had nothing against him.
It was Yoongi he was pissed at.
Yoongi was the one who owed Jungkook his loyalty. Yoongi was the one who had nursed Jungkook through his first hangover, and held him when he cried about failing a class. Yoongi was there when Jungkook got his first, off campus apartment. Yoongi was Jungkook 's Yoongi.
At first, Yoongi didn't understand it. It made no sense that Jungkook seemed so fond of Jimin, yet he soured whenever the latter's name was mentioned. It gave him whiplash. It went on for a solid month and a half of Jungkook's scowls and petulant pouts for Yoongi to finally realize that something was deeply wrong, and that he needed to get to the bottom of it.
It took 2 bottles of soju and 3 glasses of whiskey for Jungkook to crack. His reasoning was so funny that Yoongi almost didn't feel bad for laughing at him. All it took to pacify Jungkook was for Yoongi to give him a hug, followed by a quick
“you'll always be hyung's favourite, Kook-ah.” as he ruffled his hair.
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Jungkook was only 22 when that had happened. And he'd like to believe he's grown a lot since then.
He's advanced enough in his career that he's not Mr. Bang's payroll anymore, but rather pays him. Jungkook has grown in a literal sense too, having had a growth spurt one random day after he turned 23 (there was no containing him once he realized that he was 6 feet tall) .
Jungkook has (helped) create life; your daughter Jinhae. It's the thing he's proudest of, second only to marrying you.
But Jungkook is only human.
So it's only natural that he feels an itch rise on the back of his neck everytime he picks Jinhae up from your apartment, and all she can talk about is your new boyfriend.
He got so…irritated the more Jinhae babbled on about “Woo- Woo” that he felt a little silly. But who could blame him? He would be holding Jinhae 's hand as they walked through the park for their daddy daughter time, and every other sentence would be about this ‘’Woo Woo”.
Seokjin had once joked that she had switched from being 'Daddy's girl' to 'Woo-Woo’s girl' , and Jungkook 's body took a screenshot. He shot Jin a look so vile, that the older stayed quiet for the rest of the day.
Jungkook really had tried to ignore it as best as possible. And he (thought) he was doing fairly well until that evening, when Jinhae had let it slip that:
‘’Mama kissed Woo-Woo today.”
He had just picked her up from her taekwondo class, and was about to pull out of the parking lot when Jinhae gave him the oh so lovely news.
Jungkook isn't a monster, he thinks he's let this little charade go on for much longer than was respectable. He wasn't going to let that slide.
He took a sharp left and sped down the highway. If he wasn't so caught up in his head, he would've heard Jinhae 's excited scream of:
“YAY! we're going to Uncle Yoonie's house’
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You had just finished taking a long, warm bath. Your feet had been aching, and your back felt worse than it did before you had gotten your epidural. You needed a break; desperately.
The silence in the apartment was a welcome change.
You loved Jinhae with all your heart, but children were tiring to deal with alone. Children could be incredibly difficult, just for the fun of it. Especially spoilt, almost-five year olds who are used to their daddy obeying their every beck and call.
God forbid you didn't do “ the voice” right, after reading “The little Prince” five times in a row! suddenly you were public enemy number one.
At least you could bask in the fact that Jinhae never threw (noisy) tantrums or threw things, but you felt that she had quadruple the attitude your hus- ex, accused you of having.
But tonight, the only attitude you have to worry about dealing with, was from Kim when you researched the earliest seasons of Keeping up with the Kardashians. What can you say? There's truly nothing funnier to you than upper class white women trying to be relatable. To this dat, their target audience was a mystery to you. You can't think of a single person whose biggest problem was how many times their name got googled in a day. You find it hard to take anything they ‘’go through' seriously, because if we're being honest, people really are dying Kim!
You walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft white robe.
You reach for the the lilac, silk pajama set laid out on your bed. You had bought it from an online lingerie store, after a few glasses of wine a few weeks ago. You had been so…bored that you did the most exciting thing your numb brain could come up with in that moment.
You scoff at your past self. It was more cute than anything, not nearly as scandalous as some of the items you have hidden in the back of your closest. But you're not complaining.
The shorts are a bit shorter than you expected, but the silk is soft a high quality, and the lace that lines the top isn't itchy at all. You untwist your bun, and your braids cascade down your shoulders. You grab the bottle of black castor oil from your dresser, and run the nozzle along the parts. You sigh as you reach up to massage your scalp.
It's in little moments like these that you miss Jungkook the most. You hate to admit, but you used to be just as spoilt as Jinhae. Jungkook used to pamper you in every way possible. He would oil your scalp for you, order your hair products months in advance so that you'd never run out, and give you massages whenever your shoulders stood too rigid.
But you didn't have Jungkook anymore. You suck your teeth in annoyance at yourself for thinking about him so much.
You had just finished applying your vitamin c serum to your face, when you heard an incessant pounding on your door. You pause your music just as Kali Uchis asks if she can get a kiss. You're confused as to why someone is knocking on your door, when you have a very obvious doorbell attached to the frame. It's even stranger given what time it is.
You slip your feet into your cow print night slippers, as you step off the plush rug that lay on the floor in front of your vanity; and unto the floor.
The slippers slap against the floor as you walk towards the living room, and to whoever the hell wouldn't stop pounding on your door at 9pm on a Friday.
You throw the door open, ready to demand an explanation when you stop dead in your tracks.
To say you're surprised at who is standing at your door would be an understatement. You're not sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't Jungkook. You're even more surprised to see him without Jinhae in tow.
You don't think that you've been alone with Jungkook for more than a few minutes at a time since the divorce; and even so, Jinhae has always been just a few feet away.
You feel worry start to settle in your stomach.
“Where's JJ? Is she okay?” You ask, praying that what came out of his mouth next isn't bad news.
He chuckes. It's a sound that comes from deep inside his chest and reverberates across the empty hallway. It's an empty laugh, with no humour behind it. It makes a chill run up and down your spine.
“Jinie is fine. She's with Yoongi; and she's the last of your worries right now” he says.
For once, Jungkook hasn't cracked a single smile the entire time he's been in your presence. It's obvious that he's mad, but you're not sure at what. You're not sure that you vare.
He isn't wearing a suit right now, and you can't recall the last time you'd seen him in anything but.
Jungkook worked extraordinarily long hours. You knew that working late and being burnt out would be a part of his life, especially the more his business grew, but it hadn't phased you at the time. There was nothing to be phased about.
At the time, Jungkook always put you first. And when Jinhae was born, he did the same thing. There was never a time where he had left you to fend for yourself with a newborn. He had been there through it all. From colic, to 3 am feedings to explosive diaper changes. He had never let you feel alone as a parent, or in your marriage.
Until around 8 months ago that is.
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8 months ago, you feel like Jungkook had just stopped trying.
You know for a fact that Jungkook is terrified of being poor. It's why he always has another merger to make with one of his three companies, and dips his toes into every industry imaginable. His influence spanned over tech, real estate and even clothing. You think Jungkook's fear is understandable, you don't think it's fair. It was teetering on the edge of paranoia and greed.
He was trying so bad to make sure that he could take care of his family, that he wasnt.
He would get home from work after Jinhae went to bed, and left before she got ready for school. You had spent one too many nights falling asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home; only to wake up in your bed the next morning with a handwritten note on your bathroom mirror. They were sweet and all..but not much more.
As much as you appreciated the affirmations, his words meant nothing when there was no action behind them. Promises to come home home early the, family outings that never happened… You felt like you were a kid whose love was expected to be bought with money, and placated with empty commitments all over again. You could count on a bouquet of roses being delivered at your door every morning, more than you could count on your own husband being there.
You hated it.
You were starting to hate him.
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It had gotten to a point where Jungkook had just given his secretary reign over his personal phone. You almost lost your mind when you had called him to ask what he wanted for dinner once, and she answered and told you that he was busy.
You could hear Jungkook 's laughter in the background, and the noise was not a professional setting. In fact, it sounded a lot more intimate and cozy. Like a restaurant or small bar. You felt sick to your stomach. You couldn't even get the chance to talk to Jungkook about it, because you barely saw him.
The look on his face when you served him the divorce papers in person at his office was borderline comical. His eyes had widened so far out of their sockets, that you thought the expression was causing him physical pain. You had said nothing. You simply handed him the papers and stayed long enough for him to read the heading. He clearly wanted to communicate through words on paper, so who were you to not oblige him with some?
As far as you know, Jungkook had never signed the papers, but he did follow all the other conditions you had outlined in your petition for separation.
He got an apartment for you and Jinhae in a building he didn't own, and was never late for any pickups or dropoffs, save for once when he had the flu.
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A part of you had forgotten how young Jungkook was.
The suits he wore aged him plenty. Not in an old, haggard way, but in a way that made him appear more refined and serious than he actually was. His hair was always cut short and clicked away from his face. The collars of his shirts were always ironed to sharpness. Hell, he even wore sensible shoes.
If you hadn't seen every inch of Jungkook 's body before, and gone to college with him…You would have pegged him for an uptight dogooder. You're sure it helped him get taken seriously in the corporate world, but overtime, it was as if Jungkook had forgotten his roots. As if he had morphed into a no nonsense, mormon-esque version of himself.
But the Jungkook standing before you now, is the Jungkook you know and lov- respected. Jungkook who proudly wore his colorful sleeve of tattoos,silver hoops through his lips and a stud in his nose. The Jungkook who liked to wear cargo pants and oversized shirts with stomper boots he could barely walk straight in.
You knew he had showered before he had come over, because his hair was still curly. He hadn't blow-dried it. His hair is much longer than it was when you had last saw him. It fell past his eyes now. He had started growing it out sgain because Jinhae told him she wanted to. At least, that's what he had told you.
What had really happened was that Jinhae had been asking a lot of questions about “ when appa wasn't so old” one Saturday when they had gone out for ice cream.
“Appa, Mommy says your hair used to be w-eally long and pwetty. Can it come back? Mommy misses it.”
Jungkook hadn't cut his hair again since.
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“Aren't you going to invite me in?” He asks, one eyebrow raised at you.
You fold your arms across your chest.
“I'm not sure why I should. Besides, I don't think that this is a good time.”
“Oh? Why's that? You lip expecting someone else,princess?’ He takes in your attire from head to toe. His eyes linger for a little too long in your chest. His voice goes deeper as he struggles to finish his last question.
You don't answer, and it makes his eye twitch.
It's so ridiculous, yet so on brand of him to create a hypothetical scenario in his head and get all eaten up about it. He takes a deep breath.
He doesn't want to blow his fuse. Not here, Not yet.
“ I need to talk to you. Inside. Please.” He asks, but it's not really a request.
You roll your eyes and turn your back to him as you walk away.
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches your ass jiggle in the tiny shorts. He enters behind you, and the door closes softly with a click.
You walk over to the fridge and grab the unfinished can of Arizona Iced tea, and a glass from the cupboard. You were looking forward to having a glass of wine tonight, but if you were going to talk to Jungkook… you needed to be stone cold sober.
“You want anything?” You ask, as you pour the content into the glass. “ I think I have some b-”
“What I want is answers.” He says simply, leaning in the arched entryway.
You look at him with confusion written all over your face, before your pettiness takes over.
“ Oh yeah? Well I wanted signed divorce papers, and yet here we are.”
You take a swig from your cup and let the sweetness of the drink coat your tongue.
You see Jungkook release a breath so deep that his entire body shakes.
“ Who are you kissing in front of my kid?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he says with his arms crossed against his chest. “Who are you kissing in front of my kid?”
You're getting irritated now, because for one, what the hell is he talking about, and two…Who was Jungkook to talk to you like that?
“Jungkook. First of all, she's our kid. And secondly, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. And even if I did… I wouldn't tell you jack shit. What or who I do is none of your business.”
Jungkook pushes himself off the threshold and starts walking towards you. His steps are slow and strong. His strides are long,and he has your back pressed into the counter in a matter of seconds.
You haven't been so close to Jungkook in so long, that everything about him overwhelms you in the best way possible. He smells so, so good. He smells like sandalwood and warm vanilla. He smells like home. His proximity to you is dizzying, and you can only pray that you'll keep it together.
He puts his arm on one side of you, leaving your left completely open. If you wanted to get away from him, you could. You stayed in place. It tells him everything he needs to know.
“Have you completely lost your fucking mind Y/N?” He questions. He reaches for your left hand and your heart sinks down to your ass. The diamond of your wedding ring glitters under the lights hanging from the the ceiling. The princess cut stone is practically mocking you.
“What do you think I gave you this ring for huh? Fun? Fucking decoration?” He jests, “You know, for someone who never shuts her big mouth up about divorce, you sure keep this on don't you baby?”
You don't deny it. There's no point in doing so. You know that if you do, he'll lift the ring upwards. And you know that when he does, he'll find the unmistakable circle of a tan line wrapping around your ring finger.
He strokes his thumb against your cheek, and you almost preen at his touch. “Who's ‘Woo- Woo’ baby?”
“None of your business.” You bite out.
“When are you gonna get it through your thick skull, that you are my business?!”
He runs his hand through his long hair, and you can see his face so much better. He's as beautiful as you remember and he's right in front of you.
You don't know who leaned in first, but you do know how soft lips feel as they press against yours. You fell the metal of his lip piercings touch the roof of your mouth as you suck his lip into you mouth.
He puts his hand under your ass, and your legs wrap around him on instinct. He lifts you and bring you over to the cool marble of the kitchen island.
His hand tugs on the hem of your blouse, and you pull away from him.
“Kook, we can't.” You whine as you pull away.
Jungkook uses his thumb to wipe some of the spit from the corner of your mouth, and fixes your shirt so your boob is no longer at risk of spilling out.
“Okay baby, we'll stop and we can talk over dinner. Do you want me to make something or do you want to get takeout?” He asked as he pulls away from you.
He doesn't get very far, because you wrap your legs around him, and pull you back to him.
“Wait- I didn't really mean that.” You whisper. Jungkook has a sneaking suspicion that you weren't just talking about telling him no.
“You want me baby?”
You nod your head yes, too embarrassed to open your mouth lest your voice shake.
He cradles your face, and tilts it upwards so you have no choice but to look him in the eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You answer affirmatively, reaching forwards to capture his lips again.
Youre not even thinking about the Pandora's box that you might be opening; and quite frankly? You don't care.
You're acutely aware that you wont be able to blame your decision on being drunk or tipsy. The only thing driving you was a burning need to have Jungkook deep inside you (where he belonged).
He litters kisses along your neck as he slides his hand down your shorts. Your hips buck forward on instinct, and you shudder as you feel his fingers ghost your clit.
“Why are you naked under here?” He growls out. grip tightening around you waist. “I'm starting to think that you were expecting someone tonight.” he muses.
He spreads your folds with two fingers, reveling in the way your arousal leaks out of you and unto his fingers.
“ Is that why you're so eager, baby? Hm? Is that why you're so wet? You decided that you were gonna get fucked one way or another? Is that it?”
He asks each question as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. It shallow. He doesn't allow you the pleasure of going further than his first knuckle. You try to grind down on his digits, but he holds your hips down with his free hand.
“Whoever you've been giving my pussy away to, hasn't been doing a very good job... have they?” He groans as you clench around him.
“Jungkook please. I want-”
“Shh baby, I know. I'll give it to you I promise. Just give me one first” he begs as he speeds up his circles on your clit.
He sinks his teeth into the sensitive spot on your neck, and you cum almost instantly. Your body shakes and you wrap your arms around his neck as your pussy convulses around his fingers.
You barely have time to recover before he's pulling your shorts down, and cleaning up the mess you made. He catches the slick of you orgasm on your tongue just as it starts running down your leg.
He goes at your pussy like a man starved. You cry out the moment his tongue enters you. You ride his tongue with vigor, gripping unto the counter for stability.
Jungkook pulls away from you for moment. His mouth is shiny from your juices, and his eyes are already so blown out that you want to fuck him even more.
He guides your hand to his hair, and encourages you to grab the tendrils.
“Use me, baby” he instructs.
His voice is so gravelly and raw, that you can do nothing but oblige him.
You grip the roots of his hair and push his head back between your legs. You both moan when he starts lapping at you again. You hold his head in place, guiding him where you want him; where you need him.
The second time you cum, your legs closed so tight around his head that Jungkook thought he had died and went straight to heaven.
You pull him away from your core by his hair, and bring him up to your face. You clean his face with your own tongue, and lean in to kiss him so you both taste like you. Your chests are still heaving when Jungkook carries you to your room.
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He lays you gently on the bed, and takes his shirt off at the same time you toss your blouse over your head. He's about to undo the strings of his sweatpants when he stops cold in his tracks..
“ Shit, baby…I don't have any condoms. I didn't plan on this-”
“ It's okay,” You reassure him “ I'm clean. Are you?”
Jungkook looks a little scandalized. “Of course I'm clean, I haven't - I havent been with anyone except you since before we started dating.” His honesty shines so brightly in his eyes that you almost want to pull him into a hug.
You release a shaky, nervous breath you didn't know you had been holding.
“ Good. I want to feel you, all of you.”
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The bed sinks as Jungkook climbs over you, one leg on each side of your body.
You've missed this view. Him on top of you, chain swining in your face, and big doe eyes filled with lust for you and only you.
He takes a hairtye from around his wrists, and pulls his hair into a low manbun. His cock is already painfully hard, red and leaking from the tip.
You spread your legs as Jungkook nestkes in-between them. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, and presses a soft kiss to your calf.
He rubs himself between your folds, mesmerized by how quickly your wetness coats him.
He lines himself up with your entrance, and pauses.
“Are you sure you're ready baby? I don't want to hurt you.”
“ Is that it? Or are you scared that you don't hold a candle to ‘Woo-Woo’ my” you jest. Jungkook doesn't find it very funny.
He pushes himself into you, but as wet as you are, you're still so, so tight. Your pussy is so warm…hot even, that Jungkook almost cums the moment yes fully sheathed in you.
You're just as tight as he remembers, tighter even.
You both moan when he delivers his first thrust. You haven't had dick in so long,that you'd forgot what it felt like. How it felt like to have your walls stretched and your g spot caressed, how delicious and heavy the drag was inside you. How good Jungkook was at this. You feel so good that Jungkook practically forgets that he's supposed to be mad at you.
“You know you belong to me right?” Jungkook demands as he thrusts into you, slow and forceful. You don't answer and turn your face away from him He wraps his hand around your throat as speed up.
“Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you!”
His thrusts become faster, punishing. He practically ploughs you into the mattress as whatever restraint he had before vanishes into thin air. You scream the more intense the pleasure gets.
“ I should fuck another baby into you, you know that? Hm? Should swell your tummy up with another one of my kids, so you have nine months to think about why the fuck you would do something as stupid as try to leave me.”
He finds your gspot as effortlessly as he usually does, and he hits it over and over and over again.
“Jungkook PLEASE” you cry. You reach your hand out to push against the hardness of his abdomen. He takes your hand and kisses it. You're so close. So fucking close, and Jungkook can tell.
“You want to cum, don't you baby?”
You nod frantically. Your pussy is practically raw from overstimulation, and you feel so much pressure building inside you that you don't know whether you want to run away from the pleasure or dive headfirst into it.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I need to please.”
“Then tell me. Fucking tell me you're mine”
“Fuck, I'm yours, Jungkook! Please!” you cry.
“ How many people have you fucked since you left? Answer me!” He commands you, adding a finger to your clit to the mix.
“Nobody, no one, Jungkook Please!”
“ I know baby, I just needed you to admit it.”
He leans down and places a soft kiss to your temple. He gives you two more delicious thrusts that make your toes curl and your eyes roll back. Your lurches forward as your orgasm rips through you. Your walls convulse around him, squeezing him so tight that Jungkook feels a bit dizzy.
“Baby,” he whines “unwrap your legs so I can pull out.” He gasps when your legs only wrap tighter around him. “Baby, I have to-”
“N-no,” you protest “ I want it inside Jungkook please.”
He cums so forcefully that his orgasm leaves him winded and his arms almost give out. He spils his seed into you, and you feel the warmth of it coat your walls.
He pulls out of you as he begins to soften, and collapse beside you as he tries to catch his breath. You both turn to look at each other, and Jungkook offers you a soft smile.
He notices the sweat starting to bead on your forehead, and turns his head to switch your fan on.
That's when you see it. Your eyes bug out of their sockets.
“Jungkook, what the hell is that on your neck?”
“ What are you talking about?”
“Right there,” you turn his head to the right to get a better look. Your heart starts thumming uncontrollably in your chest. Because there it was, your name in bold black letters for everyone to see.
“Jungkook…When did you get that?”
“Hm…about five months ago?” he chuckles. He had the decency to look sheepish.
“Jungkook!” You say as you slap his chest “ We weren't even together!”
“ Correction, we are together, we just have separate living arrangements.”
You look at him incredulously.
“You're crazy, you know that?’
“About you? Yeah..Real crazy baby” he flirts “Hey, you never told me woo this ‘Woo-Woo’ guy is anyways .”
You roll you eyes at him as you climb of the bed.
“I can't tell you who he's not. He's not the one whose cum is dripping out of me right now. Are you gonna join me on the shower or what?”
Fin.
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tazicypher · 1 year ago
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I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYONE SCREAM ABOUT HIS SHIT EATING EXPRESSION SO NOW I HAVE TO
JUNGKOOK LMFAAAAOOOOOO
WHAT IS THAT FACE BABES
He had way too much fun filming this he looks like he's about to laugh any second I cannot with him
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SEVEN - JUNGKOOK
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ewqjeon · 6 months ago
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⚤ LESSON | JJK
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pairings: soft dom, stepdad!jungkook x sub!reader
genre: smut
warnings! unprotected sex (wrap it up), cow girl, creampie, slapping, tits play, praise kink, daddy kink, age gap (oc's 18 and jk's 31), use of nicknames, bigdick!jk etc.
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Jungkook hums a content noise as he sits idly on the plush, white and ivory colored, L-sofa, arms extended on the top rest with his hands clasped together. His breathing is just a tad unsteady with his body slouched down, his hand palming his hard bulge through his sweatpants.
He seems to still be in his own thoughts, that is until a slight twitch of his cock brings him out of it. He lets out a shaky breath and slowly begins to rub his palm against his bulge. With a small moan and a shake of his head, he stops his movements and stands up from the couch.
Walking over to his bar, filled with a variety of whiskey to tequila and vodka, Jungkook's eyes slowly scan his small selection. He decides to just grab the bottle of tequila.. screw shots.
His sweatpants hang low on his hips as he casually sits down on one of the bar stools. He twists the cap off of the alcohol, bringing the rim of the bottle to his lips and throwing his head back.. letting a generous amount pour down his throat. Jungkook closes his mouth after a few seconds and pulls the bottle away, a gasp following after his deep breathing.
A groan of bliss and relief leaves Jungkook's throat, his eyes closing as his body leans back against the bar stool backrest. He brings the bottle over to his lips once more, another generous amount of the tequila going down his throat. He seems to like the burn of the alcohol going down. His head rests back against the cabinet as his eyes open, a small grin pulling at his lips as he feels the effect of the alcohol in his blood.
"Shit," He chuckles to himself.
He heard the front door slam shut and footsteps approaching. A few seconds later you stood in front of him with a smile on your face.
"Hey, dad." You smile.
"Hello, baby." He speaks up with a small smile. He couldn't help but let his eyes wandern down your body. You're wearing a tight mini leo print dress with matching heels and a black purse. You just came back from the club.
"I don't like that outfit." He says and places his glass down. "It's too short, darling."
Without so much as a minute to respond to his statement, Jungkook stands up and approaches you. He places his large hands onto your hips, lifting you up. His large hand then reaches down to cup your ass, carrying you to the couch.
With a light gasp at being suddenly carried to the couch, you're being pulled on his lap by him, making you straddle his thighs.
A light smile forms on the edge of his lips as his large hands are planted on your lower back, right above your ass. Slowly his grip tightens on you, and that grin on his lips never fades. It doesn't look like he's letting you go anytime soon either, and the sight of his glossy yet dark pupils keep your attention on nothing else but him.
"I don't know how many times I've forbidden you to go out in such short outfit," He starts, his voice low and gravely along with his breath brushing across your lips. "And again and again you rebel against your father. Tsk Tsk Tsk." He shakes his head with a soft smirk and narrowed eyes.
Your breath catches in your throat upon his sudden change of attitude, your lower lip slightly being caught between your teeth as you look up at Jungkook. His eyes are dark, but they shine with a gleam that has you entranced. You're not going anywhere anytime soon, not when he's got you straddled on his lap like it's meant to be. A small shiver crawls down your spine when you feel his grip tighten on your lower back, keeping you firmly seated on his thighs.
"Why am I even surprised? You're a brat, darling, and brats don't follow rules." He leans closer and his lips brush against your cheek bone, leaving a soft and feathery kiss that has your lashes fluttering. "Did you act like a whore in public to get attention, baby? Is that what you wanted, hm?" He whispers against your skin, his breath hot against the shell of your ear before slowly trailing down to the crook of your neck.
With a shiver trailing down your spine from his sensual, low whisper, you swallow thickly and try to ignore the heat starting to pool throughout your body from his words.. and the fact that you're sitting on his lap. Your stepfather's lap, Y/n, get it together.
But oh, it's so hard when the said man that's caressing you has the body of a god. It's even harder when you secretly lust after him in the first place.
With a breathless chuckle against your skin, Jungkook turns his head so his lips are now at your jawline just above your jawline, planting a few gentle and teasing kisses along the length. As he does this, his hands begin to wander around your body, caressing your sides and teasingly grazing over your hips and ass.
"What am I going to do with you, princess? Should teach you some lessons?" He whispers, before finally bringing his face back to look at your flushed face.
You bite down on your lower lip at the sound of his chuckle leaving his soft lips, your breathing becoming erratic and heavy.
The way he speaks.. like he owns you.. you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing in response.
"I-I don't know.." You stutter, a soft and small whine leaving your lips.
Jungkook's dark gaze never falters as he hears the sound of your whine, even when he continues his teasing. His hot breath mingles with your own, and your noses barely meet with the closeness.
"Don't you know what you do to me, baby? How hard it is to keep you and not fuck you every single night? Hm?" He asks quietly, yet still loud enough so it's all you can hear.
Your eyes flutter shut and your heart beats wildly against your chest. Your breathing gets heavier, and you desperately try to think of a coherent response to his question.
"I-I.. um..." is all you can come up with, your breaths shallow and your head feeling dizzy.
His lips pull into a small smirk at your stutter, a quiet snort leaving his own parted lips. His right hand wanders upwards so his thumb can swipe across your lower-red bitten lip, then he brushes your hair away from your forehead.
"You're beautiful, love." He whispers quietly. The gleam in his dark eyes never leaves though, the slight gleam with lust is still there.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks.
Your breathing has your lungs feeling tight, and your heart almost feels like it's swelling at his words and his touch. Your eyes snap open at his question, and you hesitate to answer. This isn't right, he's your stepfather.. Right?
"You don't have to ask..." You mutter before you lean forward and bring your lips to his in a firm kiss, your fingers wrapping around the nape of his neck to pull him closer to you.
With your breathless words, Jungkook groans and instantly leans into your touch. His tongue presses along with your lower lip, asking for permission which you gladly accept.
His left arm remains firmly planted on your ass as his right one moves to cup your cheek, caressing your cheek bone with his thumb with slight hesitancy. His body is warm and firm against your own form, and his breaths are soft and hot.
His tongue soon slides against yours, your eyes shutting close while your fingers tangle in his raven dark locks. You gently pull on them as you feel your lower lip being caught gently between his teeth, a small whimper leaving your own lips at the feeling of his tongue brushing against yours.
His breathing hitches when he feels you pull his hair, his left hand delivering a hard slap onto your ass.
The slap has a gasp of both shock as well as pain leaving your lips in a small whine, the kiss breaking for a moment. With your breathing coming in shallow gasps, your body arches softly when it feels the pain in your ass.
"Mmm, you like that, huh, baby?" He whispers lightly, leaning his face into the crook of your neck and placing a kiss on it.
"Y-Yes." You reply in a breathless murmur, your breathing catching in your throat when you feel his teeth graze over your pulse.
"Good girl." He whispers once again before planting another few kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing your skin and leaving small teeth marks.
You can't help but let his praises affect you, soft sighs leaving your lips as he kisses along your skin. Your breathing quickens when his lips go further down your chest, now making their way down to the valley between your tits.
You don't know what's going on.. you shouldn't be doing this, yet it feels too good to stop. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he pulls your dress down, releasing your breast to him.
"Shit, so fucking pretty." He mumbles. His dark gaze never wavers from you as he stares, his breathing getting slightly heavier while his fingers trace over your breasts. His touch has goosebumps forming on your skin, and you can't help but shiver and arch up against his touch.
"Jungkook..." Your whimper is breathless and needy, your body practically begging him to touch you as the soft whines leave your lips. Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, all your thoughts and doubts forgotten as your lust and need take over.
He's entranced as his hands squeeze your tits and his breathing soon catches as he feels his cock harden.
You're his downfall, his breaking point and you have no idea how dangerous that is.
"You're so gorgeous, princess. So pretty for your daddy." he whispers huskily, gently biting down on your exposed shoulder.
"Daddy.. please." You moan, your voice a mixture of both a whine and a needy whisper.
Your body is heated and flushed, your fingers still buried in his soft hair. You feel your pussy getting wetter, making your body arch more into his.
His body tenses when he hears you call him daddy and his grip unconsciously tightening on your breasts. A small groan leaves his lips, low and quiet as he glances at your flushed and needy form.
"Please, what, princess?" He asks huskily, now gently squeezing your breast and swiping his thumb over your pebbled bud.
"Use your words, pretty girl."
"Jungkook.. I need-" You're unable to finish your sentence, a broken whine leaving your lips as soon as you feel Jungkook's thumb swipe over your nipple. Your head is still dizzy, and your own breathing is heavy while your body is almost quivering.
"What do you need, baby? Hm?" He teases, while he continues to toy with your hardened nipple. His touch is light and teasing, his pace slow and torturous along with the smirk on his lips. His face is now buried in the crook of your neck, and his hot breath brushes along your flushed skin.
"Beg." He mutters against your skin.
You whimper at his words, your fingers digging into his hair before finally muttering out the words, "Daddy, please. I need you."
"Please, daddy. Please, daddy please." You start repeating over and over, your head growing more and more dizzy. His touches make you feel dizzy, his voice makes you feel dizzy, the scent of him is dizzying and you're just barely clinging onto reality at this point.
"So desperate, baby girl." He almost smirks while he mutters his words, his thumb brushing over your bud again with a slightly more forceful pressure.
"Please, daddy. Please, fuck me." You whine out, your body aching and your core clenching at the need of his cock.
He pulls his face back from your neck to look at you, his dark gaze taking in the sight of you in all your needy and desperate glory.
"Take my cock out," He says.
You bite down on your lower lip, glancing at him with your hazy gaze before nodding. You kneel in front of him and slowly bring one of your hand to the edge of his pants, your fingers teasing the edge before you hook them around his pants and begin to pull them down.
"Mmm, good girl." He says softly, his breathing still remaining a bit fast as his own dark gaze takes in the sight of you wrapping your small hand around his cock.
He lets out a small quiet groan when he feels your small and cold hand fisting his cock. His abdomen tenses at the cold feeling, a quiet laugh leaving his lips. "Cold hands, huh princess?"
"Mmhm." You hum quietly.
His breath hitches quietly, his cock twitching in your hand as you continue to jerk him off. One of his hands reaches down to pull you off of your knees, his body sitting up more on the couch.
The other hand moves to cup your cheek with a breathless chuckle leaving his lips. "Come here, ride me princess."
As soon as the words leave his lips, your body instantly moves onto his lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer as you move your panties to the side and sit on his cock. You let out a hiss as his big cock stretches your folds, your head leaning on his shoulder breathing heavily.
"Shit, it's okay baby. Take your time.." He murmurs with a soft moan.
After a few seconds of adjusting you begin to move your hips, slowly grinding against him.
"Like this?" You ask breathlessly, tilting your head slightly with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
"There you go, baby." He sighs and throws his head back, his voice growing breathless as he feels your tight walls squeezing him.
"Now fuck yourself on this dick, baby." He whispers, gently tilting your chin up with his fingers to capture your lips in a hungry and firm kiss.
His lips are just as desperate as your own, and his other hand has already moved behind your back to support you. His touch is possessive as he tightens his grip on you.
The feeling of your body rocking against his own makes him let out a deep groan. Your pussy is warm, your hips moving desperately on his dick while your hands tangle in his hair.
He pulls away after a moment, breathing heavily against your face while his head tilts back on the headrest on the couch behind him. The sound he lets out is low and guttural, and his eyes flutter closed while he grips your waist.
"Ah, Jesus. Look at you." He mutters breathlessly as he glances at your face, the sound of a groan leaving your lips making his breath hitch in his throat.
You whine his name quietly each time the bouncing of your hips brings you closer to a release, and both your breathing and minds are hazy with the heat of the moment.
His fingers slide down your waist until they're on your ass before he smacks it harshly.
The small sting from the slap to your butt only makes you whine louder, your breathing becoming more desperate as each gasp of air that leaves your lips brings you closer to your high.
"D-daddy, please- please." You manage to let out between heavy breaths, your body nearly quivering with a mixture of both pleasure and anticipation.
His own body is practically quivering as well, his breathing only growing raspier and more desperate with each sharp breath he takes between each kiss that he presses against your mouth.
"Use your words, princess." He mutters against your lips while his hands grip your waist, making you roll your hips again with the force of his grip.
Your body arches against him with a whine, and you barely manage to mutter out "don't stop, don't stop." at his words.
You're so close, you can feel it. Your abdomen only grows tighter as you continue to whine and rock your hips, and the feel of his hot skin and his hands on you only heightens the sensations.
"Am I riding you better than mom?"
Jungkooks body nearly stills and his breath hitches at your words, a groan leaving his lips as you rock down on him again, your words only fueling his own excitement as the fire in the pit of his abdomen burns.
"Yes, baby. You're so much better. So much better." He breathes against your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin and biting down hard as he feels his own self begin to unravel.
Your whole body shivers at the feeling of his teeth biting in your neck, your hips stuttering slightly on his lap as you feel your orgasm right around the corner.
You barely manage to breathe out "Daddy, gonna- gonna-" before you fall apart on him, your whole body shuddering and quivering as your nails dig into his shoulders.
The feeling of you falling apart on top of him is enough to send him over the edge as well, his whole body tensing before he comes inside you. He lets out a low groan against your chest as his hips press against you, thrusting harshly, every muscle in his body tensing and straining with every wave of his own release.
Your name falls from his lips in a breathy whisper, the sound a mixture of your name and a curse.
Your cheek resting on his shoulder as you both breathe heavily in a state of bliss. Your body is still quivering slightly, your mind still trying to return to reality. You feel warm and dizzy, almost like you’re high.
His fingertips trace a gentle pattern over your back as he lets out a quiet chuckle. “You still with me princess?”
You're unable to speak, your mind still fuzzy from your orgasm as you nod your head with a small hum. "Mmm.. I'm here." You say quietly, your words slightly slurred as you keep your cheek resting on his shoulder.
He runs his fingers through your now messy hair, a small smile on his lips as he looks down at your hazy and dazed form. "Well.. welcome back, baby." He says with a small chuckle.
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Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader
Summary: it’s just smut tbh
released: 14.05.24
Warning: eating out from behind, spanking, doggystyle, dom!jk, unprotected sex, little bit of dirty talk, readers called a slut (during sex), breast play, chocking (pretending to), hair pulling, not proofread!!
Note: sorry for being inactive, I’ll try to post more. I actually have a lot of unfinished story in my drafts. I’ll try to finish them and post them soon.
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“It’s too much!” You cry out as your boyfriend eats you out from behind. You’re on all fours on the bed with your boyfriend making you see stars.
“Take it.” His voice gets muffled by your pussy but you still manage to make out what he said, “take it like a good girl.”
You clench around his tongue which is inside you and Jungkook grunts, his hands on your hips, squeezing them.
Jungkook slides his tongue out and sucks on your clit making you moan out at the feeling. You buck your hips but Jungkook stops you by keeping you in place by the grip on your hips, “ah ah,” he says, detaching his mouth from your aching core, “You take what I give you.” He grins.
You look back at him, “Kookie please!” You whine like a little toddler, Jungkook chuckles at your state, “that’s not going to work, baby. Now be a good girl and take what I give you or I’ll edge you.” His stare turns sharp, so does his voice. The amusement in his eyes and voice long gone.
You huff and turn your head around. You wince when you feel a spank delivered to your ass, “Did you understand?” He sternly asks you, deciding to not act like a brat and do what he tells you to, you nod. Another spank is delivered to your ass, this time harder than the last one, “words.”
“Yes, I understand.” You just need to feel his mouth on your pussy again, or yet better his cock.
“Good.” Jungkook rubs the spot where he spanked you, trying to soothe the pain. He parts your fold and gives you a little kiss on your heat as an apology.
You bite your lip to surpass the moan threatening to spill out. You try to ignore the burning sensation on your ass and focus on the pleasure.
Jungkook has his hands placed on your hips, his shirt laying somewhere on the floor, his pants pushed down to his knees, the bulge evident through his white Calvin Klein boxers. He keeps sucking on your clit, an endless string of moans and whimpers leave your mouth.
Jungkook pushes your pussy harder against his face by using his hands that are placed on your hips. When he feels like you’re nearing your edge he stops.
“What….” You turn your head to look at him. Your juices on his chin and lips, “I was so close!” You whine and watch him lick his chin and the area around his mouth, tasting you.
“I can give you something better.” He shrugs.
In the next minute his pants and underwear are also on the floor, he aligns his cock with your entrance, pushing the tip in is enough for your thighs to quiver, “look at you,” he mocks you, “my cock isn’t even inside you and you’re already shaking like that.” He quietly laughs at that.
Without any warning he pushes his cock all the way in. Jungkook groans in satisfaction and you moan.
All that is heard, is skin clapping, moans and squelching noises your pussy is making.
“You take me so well.” Jungkook grunts, “you feel so good, so tight.” You whimper at his praise.
His cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid speed, his thighs meeting your ass at every thrust, “s- so good, kookie!” You gasp out.
His one hand is playing with your pussy while the other one is pushing your head into the pillow.
“Yeah? You like getting fucked hard?” He rasps out, “y-yes!” You cry out, “fuckin’ me so good, gguk!”
“You filthy slut.” He slaps your cunt and more tears roll down your cheeks due to pleasure. The bed is making weird noises, it might break.
Jungkook grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, your back pressing against his front. The thrusts don’t stop.
His hand travels to your waist, holding it tightly to keep you in place. His other hand is playing with your breasts, flicking the nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
When you clench around his cock, he’s sure you’re close to coming. His hand that was previously playing with your breasts, is holding your neck now, choking you.
He isn’t actually chocking you, just squeezing your neck every time you clench around him, “fuck I’m close, baby. Wanna come together?” You only manage to nod.
“Gonna make you so full, full with my cum, full with my babies.” He mumbles shakily, spurting his seeds into you. You moan his name when cumming.
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