#like I love spluttering out nonsense in the tags but when someone echoes it it makes me feel?? weird??

[slavicviking]

ok but can someone pls explain to me this weird new phenomenon where sb copies someone else’s tags word for word? I’m?? confused??

Pls think of your own unfunny jokes, those are mine lmao

[someonewhowannadielol]

My name is JK (Alien!Jungkook! x Human!Reader)

PART TWO (SEQUEL TO ‘MY NAME IS 01001010 01001011′)

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Warning: Tooth-rotting fluff, Jungkook being a cutie, ok the real warning tags are Daddy kink, birthday sex, innocent reader being trained (???), lots of hicks and marking, cunt slapping, oral sex, uhh and jk being a competitive baby.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, if you squint and look closely, a little bit of humour.

Word Count: 5.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

It had been a week since Jungkook had, ahem, dicked you down. And it has been the best week of your life so far – he showed you things you had never seen before, the most beautiful scenes that your eyes feasted upon. You both had gone to the Neon Valley, it was a vast blue-purple lake that lit up at night due to the minerals on the sand bed below, and the lilies residing there would dance every night.

They fluttered, swung and swayed – and simultaneously, Jungkook and you too, had danced – he took you in his arms and as you both slow danced to the humming of the diva-crackers, you couldn’t help but look at his gorgeous face, adorned with a smile that you’d never replace for anything in this universe. You could feel yourself falling for him, he twirled you with ease, and as you stumbled back into his arms, he lost his balance trying to save you from falling and splash! 

You both had ended up in the hot water, and despite the current situation, you both had burst into boisterous laughter which echoed across the plain field around. In the shining moonlight, Jungkook’s face was more lit up than the neon water they were in, his long hair sprawled across his forehead, as he pushed it back with his left hand, while holding your waist with his right arm.

Jungkook looked at you with such intensity, you didn’t really know how to react. both of you knew you wanted more than just cuddles on your couch that was too small for Jungkook, more than grocery shop romances, and trekking on the artificial mountain, and more than watching movies together,, more than cuddling under the tree at the main park, more than making fun of each other, you wanted each other so much more badly.

“Kiss me,” Jungkook whispered, his face getting dangerously close.

“I’m scared,” Of course you were, but you didn’t move away from me.

“Of what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows bunched up like they always do when he’s confused.

“Of falling. Of drowning,” you answered as you looked into his eyes, how could someone not fall for him?

“Well, I’m already drowning, so don’t be scared, silly,” Jungkook’s eyes formed from his usual doe eyes to half-moon crescents and, you were no longer afraid to fall.

Because he was there, he will always be there, right beside you.

Fuck. You couldn’t help but curse as you saw the red spot on your lavender sheets, they were my favorite sheets. You had really bad mood swings when you were on your period, and you were basically uncontrollable. You saw Jungkook’s figure on the left side of the bed, sleeping peacefully, his chest heaving up and down as he breathes consistently.

“Baby,” you whined, as you almost pushed him off the bed. There was no way that you were going to the pharmacy to get the goods, so he was your only choice possible.

He stumbled as he got up, sleep still swimming in his eyes, as his hands went up to rub them, trying to get rid of the slumber that had taken over him.

“Yes, princess?” he asked in his hoarse voice – which turned you on (especially a lot now, since your uterus was sad, lonely and angry). His eyes travelled to the blood on the sheets, and it would be an understatement to say that he had a heart attack.

He immediately engulfed you in his arms, “Are you hurt anywhere?” he said, unable to breathe, because fuck, if anything ever happened to you, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

The worry in his eyes was making you feel guilty; did he even know what was happening?

“Jungkook, chill,” you laughed a little before directing him to the side of the bed, telling him to sit.

“Humans – well, only females – have to go through a period of time where they bleed. From down there,” you explain, and watch him go into a slight state of shock.

The poor baby just woke up 2 minutes ago, so this was probably hard to digest.

“You… you’re bleeding… and you don’t go to the hospital?”

“Does it hurt?” he asks in the timidest voice ever, careful not to offend you. He remembers once he asked you about body hair and since it was your biggest insecurity (cue Middle School flashbacks when you were the only girl with a slight unibrow and mustache), you couldn’t help but lash out on him.

“Yeah, it hurts a lot in my tummy,” you said on your way to the bathroom, “I need my supplies though, could you get them for me?”

Half an hour later, Jungkook returned with five bags of chocolates, chips and snacks – enough to feed a small village. The entire week, he kept studying you (you swear you saw him looking at you and writing notes in his small notebook, like a detective. Sigh) and your mood swings and tendency to eat the weirdest food combinations – he couldn’t help but gag when he saw you dip a whole cucumber in peanut butter.

“Kookie, cuddle with me,” during the day you would make grabby hands at him, and get him to massage your back, but at night you’d be the complete opposite – wanting to sleep as far away from him as possible. He also noted that you were more sensitive to jokes during the week, so he kept them at a minimum, and his praises at a maximum.

“Baby, you know, you look so cute in my arms,” he cooed, as he kissed your cheek while cuddling. He didn’t miss the blush that crept on your cheeks either.

Also, despite all the bleeding, you were ready to jump his bones anytime. He hasn’t had this much sex with anyone in one week. Not that he minded it.

You were more than ecstatic when you saw your favourite-est food in the world stocked in the human section of the grocery store. Spicy Hot Korean Ramen! You still remember when eating this used to be a challenge, back on Earth.

As you stacked the basket with half the stock, Jungkook couldn’t help but look at the ingredients – what was it that made you love them so much?

He was well, more than shocked to see all the different kinds of spices that humans could barely tolerate, chili flakes, red pepper oil, habanero flavored seasoning… he couldn’t let you eat this!

“Baby, this is too spicy for you, maybe we should buy this,” he pointed to the boring chicken and cheese flavored ramen. No! You were going to buy the spicy one and that’s finalized. Of course, Jungkook looked at you, and couldn’t argue. He doesn’t think he could argue with you even if he tried to.

Back at the apartment, Jungkook bit his tongue, trying not to say “I told you so,” as you fought your tears while eating the horrendous noodles. You were positive you could never feel your numb tongue as you chugged down the glass of strawberry milk that Jungkook handed you.

As expected, Jungkook was prepared for the stomach ache you experienced throughout the night, and gave you medicine to recover.

Before sleeping, you heard him sigh before saying, “I told you so,”

Jungkook had noticed you a lot, ever since you moved in with him. You didn’t have much belongings anyways, because you were only allowed to carry 100 pounds of baggage on the space craft, so you only carried the essentials. (Yes, you brought an oven. Yes, it was 77 pounds heavy. No regrets.)

While getting accustomed to his cozy, but huge apartment, you couldn’t help but trip over furniture. At first, it was his coffee table in the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. Every time you would get something to eat, your pinky would hit the leg of the table, causing you to splutter nonsense and then cry about it.

His bed was also higher than you expected it to be, so every day, for an entire month, after waking up you would underestimate the height – and always, always fall down from it.

He was extremely shocked by your ability to ignore pain, and to continue suffering every day because of the same cause at the same place. It’s okay, because now he’d hold you as you stepped out of the bed, and moved the coffee table to the other side of the kitchen.

He also noticed that humans don’t always have a thought out sleep schedule, they did as they pleased. Last night, you were pretty much half asleep at 4 AM, as you tried to finish the last episode of the new Netflix series.

“You were so sleepy, yet you continued to watch it without even understanding what’s happening?” he asked as soon as you woke up, to which you shrugged.

Again, next week, you forced yourself to get up at 5AM in the morning, so you could go for a jog. After all, you were thinking of getting more fit, all you did was lay on the couch. But as you headed in the bathroom for a shower after the run, he couldn’t help but think that humans are weird.

The first time Jungkook heard you crunch your bones, he was so scared, you almost though he would faint. He threw his game controller on the floor, as he ran towards you – thinking you had dislocated a limb, or something.

“Kookie, I was j-just stretching,” you could barely make out the words, trying to hold in your laughter as he tried to make sure you were okay.

With a sigh, he ran his hand through his fluffy – much longer – hair now, as he headed back to continue his game, “Baby, you’re so weird,”

“But you still love me?” you asked as you joined him on the couch, laying your head on his lap.

“I will always love you. Even if your bones crack,”

Bonus: When you got up at night for a midnight snack, you were surprised to see that Kookie wasn’t in bed with you. You later found him in his office, studying about how a human’s joint makes loud popping or cracking sounds because of the gas gathered there. He was finally content to ensure that you were safe.

Of course, you smothered him in hugs and kisses, because he always looked out for you. Always.

After a few weeks of being in Corellia, you had started to well… miss Earth. It was natural to do so; you’d lived your entire life there.

“I miss the sunsets, they were so pretty,” you spoke as you showed him a polaroid of you and your sister with the sunset behind you both. You pointed towards the one sun you had, and the purple, pink and orange hues of the clouds.

In an attempt to make you happy, Jungkook gave you a chocolate, they always made you happier, and he’d read somewhere something about chemicals in it making humans happier. But he was surprised to see you dancing (terribly) to a pop song, that seemed a little annoying, but he could deal with it.

The song had seemed to lighten your mood a lot, as you danced along with him happily, and as you looked at him, you felt happier. His long, wavy hair bounced as he danced with you. His eyes were smiling, and it was so pure that you laughed along. You were happy finally.

Until two weeks later, when you came across a photo of you and your high school class, trekking up a mountain on your senior trip to the north. Jungkook saw you sad again, missing Earth and your loved ones. Some were dead, some didn’t make it here, and some lived on the hotter side of the planet.

He put up the same pop song again, and cuddled with you on the couch. For the first time ever, you really felt grateful to God for something. You felt grateful that you were alive, and that you had Jungkook along with you. He looked how he looked every day, wearing a casual white t-shirt and grey baggy sweatpants. You adjusted yourself on his lap, and looked at him, and looked into his brown eyes. As you traced his face with your finger, he laughed, “Princess, do you feel better?”

You smile at the word of endearment, kissing his cheek, “You make me realize the difference between a house and a home. A house is a place, made with bricks and concrete, and materialistic items. But a home, is so much different. A home is where you feel belonged, a home is a place where you get that feeling of love. You make me finally realize how Earth was more of a house for me, but here, in your arms, I finally feel like I’m at home,”

You never thought Jungkook would be an overprotective boyfriend. Or a way too over protective boyfriend. During sex, he would go crazy on your body – sometimes treat you like a china doll, fragile and easily breakable, and sometimes it would be rough and harsh, not that you minded it.

His apartment was well, more suited for Jubal people because the ceilings, the bed, and of course, the kitchen cabinets were all bigger in height and size in comparison to your apartments back on Earth. Often, without thinking Jungkook would put food on the top most cabinets, and you often either felt too embarrassed, or too stubborn to ask for his help.

Which resulted in you – dangerously – climbing on the shelf to grab your precious food. This was a routine now, so you didn’t exactly pay attention to your limbs – just letting your muscle memory do the work for you. Right foot on the counter, and then you push your left knee as well, until you’ve made yourself stable on the counter top. Then, you stand up, holding the cabinet handle. Today was the same, but Jungkook had recently scrubbed clean the shelves, so they were more slippery than usual, and there was a fleeting moment when you thought you were about to fall (which would, by the way, give you the nastiest head injury), and before you realized it, Jungkook had looped his arm around your waist.

You were still shocked – chips in hand – when he settled you on his lap, almost like a child.

“Princess, what were you thinking?” he says as he lets you turn around, so you straddling his lap.

“I just wanted some chips, Kook,” you say with an amused grin. He was obviously distressed, as he sighed while running his hands through his hair, like he would when he was frustrated.

“Baby, you have to tell me if you need something from there, okay? What if you had hurt yourself?” his voice seemed to get louder with every words, and just like that, your amused grin was replaced with a pout, as you lowered your head.

 You didn’t mean to make him angry like that.

Looking at you, he knew he couldn’t ever stay mad at you. It was physically impossible for him. He hugged you, and your head rested on his cheat, feeling his fast heartbeat morphed into a more, stable and steady beat, “I’m just always worried for you. Even if everything is wrong, it’s alright, you’re the only good thing in my life,”

It had been ages since you had gone to a festival, and there was going to be a carnival-like festival in Corellia soon. You didn’t think Jungkook would be that interested, so you were quite surprised to see him… so excited about it.

“It comes twice in a year, you have to come! I’ve heard they’ve made it more human themed this year, so you feel welcomed, but we’ll have our traditional rides too!” he spoke with a gleam in his eyes, as you both got ready.

Jungkook of course, made sure you were wearing at least five layers of clothes, two pairs of gloved, and three pairs of socks. It was night time, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you looking like a walking marshmallow.

“Baby, you look so cute!” he exclaimed, holding your hand. The dead town looked really alive tonight, as the red, yellow, purple and other multicolored lights lit the place up, to make it feel even more alive. You were really shocked at the amount of people present, but that’s what made it even more fun.

The first thing had to be food, you got two plates of fries, because, well, is it even possible or human to share food? And that too, fries? No way. 

Jungkook had recently discovered ketchup, and now he would dip everything in it before eating. Ramen, dipped in ketchup. Chips, dipped in ketchup. Bread, dipped in ketchup. And now, you saw him cover every single chip in ketchup before eating it. While you thought this was disgusting, you were still amused by his new found love for it.

You both scared a giant cup of strawberry milkshake, that looked like it was out of a romcom, cotton candy pink color, with whipped cream on top. And naturally, the cherry. Your noses touched, as you both drank at the same time, and you couldn’t help but want to live in the moment forever.

You both had spent the night, either enjoying rides that were too scary, and hazardous to experience but at the same time too fun to miss out on, or competition with each other to the next level. You knew Jungkook had always been a competitive little shit, whether it was about who would cook better and faster, or about who loved the other one more, he was always in a competition. This was no exception either, as you both we immersed in a car racing game, where you were well, obviously losing.

You had never really been the best at arcade games, and this car games was extremely frustrating, because the goddamn seat was too big and your legs could barely reach the pedals on the bottom while holding onto the steering wheel simultaneously. He laughed as you struggled to multitask, and at one point you didn’t realise you were going the wrong way until you heard Jungkook laughing so hard, he was struggling to breath. Three tries later, Jungkook had had his fair share of victories as he put you in his lap, and told you to focus on the steering only. He’d handle the pedals part. Together, you guys had broken the fastest record of the day and of course, he had to congratulate you. And the congratulations came in a form of a heated kiss – which wasn’t liked by the Jubals waiting in line to play the game.

Later, you both had way too much fun beating others in basketball as you paired up, and beat a Jubal power couple. Then came the bumper cars. The same Jubal power couple had hit your and Jungkook’s car so hard that you almost flew across the set-up, if it wasn’t for the seatbelt, and Jungkook’s arm around the waist. It was safe to say that Kook took his revenge by hitting their car repeatedly, as he shoved them into a corner. You kissed your over protective boyfriend on the cheek, he was just so fricking cute.

You both ate more food than you could handle, and as you were walking, Jungkook bought a donut and tried to feed you.

“No! No, Kook, I swear!” you tried to get away from him, but he held your waist as he pushed the donut in your mouth, smearing it over your cheek in the process.

“Kook!” you exclaimed, as he kissed you, and licked away any leftover icing.

You couldn’t help but blush when he smirked, “Sweet.”

At the end of it all, you pushed Kook into a small photo booth that sat on the other end of the carnival.

“Please? Come on!” you tried to show him your puppy eyes, and turned your lips into a pout.

“But baby, I don’t look good in photos!” he whined as you inserted the money to take a four portrait photo.

“Please? Just this once? For me?” you pouted again, and pushed him in with you, and you tried to drag his arms.

“You can’t give me the puppy dog face! You know I can’t say no to that!” he whined, adjusting you in his lap.

“Just pose, Kookie,” you said as you closed the red curtain on the side. In the first one, your arms were around his neck as you laughed and looked in the camera, and he looked at you, pouting. The second one, you both looked at each other and smiled, his hands in your hair. The third had been him grabbing your face, squishing you cheeks and bringing you closer (but because of the movement – it was also blurred, at which you were disappointed, but Kook assured you it looked good), and lastly, in the fourth one, you were kissing passionately, while Jungkook smiled in the kiss.

You both climb the small hill, where people are buying and lighting their lanterns in an orderly manner. You both buy one, and you end up writing “JK X Y/N” on it with red paint, and before Jungkook lights it, he adds a red heart, and “4EVER,” underneath which looks so cheesy, that it makes you laugh.

He looks at you, and kisses your forehead. Around 10:30, everyone lets go of their lanterns, and you both also let go of yours, letting it fly in the sky, as Jungkook cups your cheeks and pushes your hair back, before kissing you, sweet and slow.

The night had come to an end as all the Jubals were leaving too. You didn’t know exactly what time it was, but it was definitely i-can’t-walk-o’ clock, as Jungkook gave you a piggy back ride without any questions when he saw you stumbled into others. In one hand you held the teddy bear he had won from the water gun thingy, and in the other you held a cotton candy like sweet – but it wasn’t exactly cotton candy. It was blue and purple, and shined because of the crystallized sugar on it.

The last thing you remember was resting your face where his shoulder and neck met and mumbling, “This was the best day of my life,”

If someone had told you that you’d have a cook off with an alien in two months’ time, you would’ve laughed in their face. But. Here you were. Trying to cook the best alfredo pasta he would ever taste in his life.

You tried to glance on his cooking station multiple times, only to be pushed back, “Baby! It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

Jungkook really seemed to be absorbed in the cooking process, and you were starting to feel deprived of his love and adoration that he would usually shower at you when he was not working in his office.

30 minutes later, he brought you his favourite dish, the one that his mother used to cook for him when he was younger. It was orange red-ish coloured deep fried small cutlets, that smelled… amazing. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it tasted like, it was salty, but in a different way. And so, so, yummy. You were a little insecure when Jungkook took a bite of your pasta, and showed no emotion.

Oh no, you had tasted it and it felt pretty normal, juts how you’d make it on Earth. Was he allergic to something in it?

“Baby, what did you put in this?” he asked, but he didn’t seem to stop eating it. He didn’t speak anything until, well, he finished the dish.

“Can you make that for me every day?”

It had been over six months, since you and Jungkook had been seeing each other. Naturally, as a couple you both did fight – mostly over stupid stuff, like which restaurant to go to, or disagreements on what to buy etc. But you both would always sort it out, no matter what it was, he was always by your side.

It was his birthday, and Jubals never really celebrated their birthday – “Why would you celebrate this? I’m just one more year near death,” he said as you told him about ‘Earth Traditions’.

Albeit to whatever he said, you made yourself busy when he went out to meet the gang. You’d met them a couple of times before, being much closer to Taehyung because he never really questioned whatever you did, and just went along with it. You had enjoyed Jimin and Jin’s company as well (mostly because they cooked for you, not gonna lie).

As you hung up the balloons that said, “Happy Birthday!” individually, you had started to well, decorate yourself as well.

You knew how Jungkook always looked at you as if you were the most pure creature in this universe, his innocent little baby, so you decided to dress the part. Dressed in white panties, with a small bow on them, you adjusted your pink tinted, bra that came along with it. It left little to the imagination, as it was see-through, but there were small bows on each nipple, making you look like a present. You’d never really been the one to dress up in stockings as well, but here you were, tweaking your garter, as the pink shaded white see-through material latched on your legs as a second skin. Now, you waited patiently.

He finally came, around half past seven, and looked better than ever. You’d worn your silk robe that you would usually wear around, so he wouldn’t suspect anything. He looked so happy, his eyes crunched up into its usual crescent shape as he laughed while blowing the candles and eating your home-made cake. He had always loved your baking, so when you made his favourite Oreo cake, he was really, really happy. You’d made him a teddy bear – you were bad at sewing, but hey! A for effort.

“Kook, there’s a present in your bedroom too,” you said as you took his left hand and guided him in the bedroom. You had given him several gifts already, so why were you giving him another one?

“Baby, you didn’t have t-“ he stopped as soon as you dropped your robe in front of him, letting him take in the sight of you, clad in your lingerie that he had only imagined in his wildest fantasies.

The light hearted aura around him seemed to vanish, as a darker shade took over his eyes. Without speaking anything, he carried you bridal style, to the bed and laid you down softly on it.

“Gonna let me taint you, angel?” he asked, and at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but moan and nod.

“Use your words, baby,” he said as he let his fingers roam on your figure, and lit a fire in your core, making you overwhelmed.

“Yes, Daddy, please make love to me,” you whine, but he tsks on your choice of words.

“Angel, my princess,” he says as he leaves a trail of wet kisses from your neck to you collarbone, sucking on it, “I’m not going to love to you today, I’m going to fuck you, baby”

You gasp as he circles around the bow on your nipple, before ripping the thin material completely, letting the cool air hit your vulnerable skin.

As Jungkook just keeps looking at you, his long hair shadowing in front of his eyes, you can’t help but feel needy, “Daddy, please, touch me,” you whine, trying to get ahold of his hand.

He gently brings his mouth down, sucking on the little tip of your nipple, as his tongue works magic around it, and you’re already starting to get wet.

“It’s u-unfair that you’re all d-dressed up,” you moan, as you try to take off his white t-shirt. He chuckles as he takes off his shirt, letting you look at his god-like body. You were speechless when you first saw him, and you still are every time you both have sex.

His lean body, is just perfect in every way, and the way the moonlight hits his face, giving his face the shadows that come along with the highlights, you were dumbstruck at how breathtaking he was.

While Jungkook loved to mark you, mark your body, make you his, today was harsher, much more aggressive as he bit your chest, making you cry out in pleasure. He painted your body in hues of purple and bright pink, using his tongue to make each bruise feel better. As soon as he reached the hem of your underwear, he stopped, and that resulting in a whine from you.

“It’s my birthday, and you said I deserve anything on this day. So, princess,” he said, unbuckling his belt, and you swallow hard before he lets his cock free, ”let me fuck those beautiful tits,”

He pushes himself into your mouth without any warning, letting you groan and whimper as you produce enough saliva to make him sopping wet, “Good baby,” he whispers as he lets his dick between your tits.

You smiled, as you held your breasts together, and he slides his hardening member between them, “fuck baby, you’re so soft, so pretty for Daddy,” he murmurs obscene praises as you whimper in pleasure from the friction between your breasts.

He places his cock between them, and first experiments with his movements, and as time passes, he becomes faster, and messier. You both didn’t mind the mess, as his pre-cum lands on your chest, collarbone and nipples, and you can only whine in pleasure while letting him use your body.

His movements go from steady and fast to uncoordinated and stuttering, as he pulls out and pants, letting him catch his breath.

“Fuck, baby, they felt like heaven, but there’s something else, way better,” he grins as pulls himself down on your body, and looks as you underwear, directly. It makes you whimper, when you feel his hot breath through the thin material. He laps his tongue on it, and it feels so good, but not good enough, and you wish he would just take it off.

“Daddy, please, take it off,” you whine and he pulls your legs further apart and digs his face between them.

He smirks and looks at you, already fucked out as a blush stays on your cheeks. Angelic.

“Keep the stockings on, okay, sweetheart?” he says as his finger traced down your leg, as you shiver under his touch.

He comes up to you and cups your face, pressing a kiss against your cheek – and it felt so chaste in comparison to what you both had just done.

And before you could realize, he slips his fingers under the hem of your panties, and shreds them into pieces.

“What do you want from Daddy?” he stops in front of your clit, spreading your lips, waiting for your answer. He knew you were shy, too shy to speak vulgar words, but you were just so needy right now.

“Daddy, I need your tongue,” you speak, and let his tongue sit flat on your bud, it gave enough stimulation, but at the same time not enough, and you just needed more. You couldn’t help but buckle your hips into his face, and that resulted in his getting up and looking at you, making eye contact.

“You’re being ungrateful now, huh?” he says as he smacks the bud hard, where seconds ago he let his tongue rest. It’s painful, but at the same time, it just feels so, so good. He smacks it two more times before letting his teeth sink in your inner thigh, as you let lewd noises escape your mouth, as he further marks your thighs, and you knew, for sure that they would last a long time.

After a lifetime of teasing, he lets his tongue slurp the cum that escaped your pussy, as he went to town on it, eating you out as if he’s been starving for years. You let your moans escape as he slips his tongue inside you, and lets his nose rub against your clit. You were so close, just about to fall off the edge as he pulls himself away, and you whimper, grabbing the sheets as if your life depended on them.

“Your cunt is always, always so pretty and tasty for Daddy,” he smacks between your thighs again, making you gasp, “always ready for Daddy,”

His ruffled, brown hair shines in the dark of the room, the moonlight being the only source of light, illuminating his face.

He lets his dick enter you, gently, until you reach your limit and instead of waiting like he always does, he rams back into you again, letting you adjust with his steady movements, as you grab his hand and hold it. He always holds your hand when he’s being rough, to let you know that he can stop anytime. (but u is a hoe)

He slides out until only his tip is inside you, and lets himself into you all at once, fast and reckless. Wild. It isn’t long before your walls clench around him, “Daddy, I-I’m so close,” you say as your rub you clit, slowly with a continual movement.

You orgasm starts first, hot and sticky liquid, dripping down you thigh, staining your perfect stockings, and soon Jungkook follows, as his head buries in your neck, and he groans before letting himself loose.

“Happy Birthday, Kookie,” you whisper before letting him take you to the tub, where you both well, fuck again.

LINK TO MASTERLIST 

A/N: It’s always so fun to write alien!jk, and I hoped you guys liked it. Also, a huge thank you to @bisoo-ausucre for supporting me so much!

Could you please help me decide what to write first? Frat boy!jk OR titanic!au with Jimin as Jack? 

As always, requests are open, and so is my inbox. See you next time!

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Brobastrose: Everybody Loves Counting, 12/31/2016

Tagging: @wmhs-marleyrose @sebadasssmythe​ and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Saturday night, 31 December 2016

Setting: River of Stix >> Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  Brody, Marley, and Bas all end up in the same place for New Year’s Eve, and the threads that connect them start getting tangled…

Part 9

Brody

From inside Sebastian, Brody was practically trembling, his thrusts not nearly as even or fluid as they should be.  Marley’s fingers pulled at his hair, and he undulated against the younger man as he tried to keep his balance, a desperate groan ripping from his throat as his pace increased in speed and strength.  “God.  So...good,” he gasped, his hand cupping over Bas’ on his hip, overlapping his fingers against the other man’s and squeezing, while his other hand wrapped around his stomach, pulling him in close as he finally picked up a steady rhythm and shifted his angle, pounding hard against Bas’ prostate.  “God, Bas...touch her-- I can’t...just...touch her…”  He moaned again as his cock pushed into Sebastian’s walls, fingers splayed against his tight stomach and wishing like hell he had a few more hands, because he just wanted to do so much, and he was already fully occupied so that he could only grip down in the crook of Sebastian’s neck, sucking hard as he licked up the beads of sweat escaping the other man’s skin.

Sebastian

Sebastian returned Marley's kiss hungrily, dragging her lower lip over his teeth, before returning to dip his tongue in and massage her tongue with his. Her fingernails raked his back, and he let out a shuddered breath.

If he were to try and explain the sensations that he was feeling to someone, he'd have struggled. Sebastian had been in threesomes before - but never quite like this. Never in this position - with Brody pounding at his prostate, Marley's tightness surrounding him. All he could do was let Brody set the pace, his stomach muscles contracting below Brody's hand. "Yeah," he panted in agreement with Brody's statement, moving the hand digging into the older man's waist to follow it up, hand skimming down Marley's dress and then up her thigh to return to her clit, circling it gently, his breath hitching with every stroke of Brody's cock inside him. His heart was pounding in his chest and his body felt like it was going to overheat from it all.

Marley

Marley tugged at Brody’s hair as she and Sebastian kissed. Running her nails ran down Sebastian back. “More!” Marley cried out, because she needed more, she just didn’t know what at this point. She could feel them everywhere, but at the same time, she craved so much more. “Fuck!” She whimpered at Brody’s request, and soon felt Sebastian’s fingers dancing across her clit. “Oh… Oh Sebastian!” She groaned, pulling him into another kiss as she felt him hit her cervix. She felt like she was on fire, fuck maybe this feeling will never end. Pulling away from the kiss, she gasped for air, before moving her hand on Sebastian’s back towards her breast, and rubbing them roughly. Her eyes fluttered open, watching the two men, and moaning. “Fuck him harder..” She egged Brody on, her legs quivering.

Brody

Brody couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him.  Watching Sebastian and Marley crash into each other caused a surge through his blood, and Marley’s desperation to be further sated was intoxicating.  He was a little disappointed to lose the feel of the younger man’s hand against his skin, but to see Marley writhing and gasping was well worth it.  She guided Sebastian’s hand over her sparkling gold dress, massaging her chest, and Brody choked a little.  “Fuck--”  

Fuck him harder.  Marley’s words echoed in Brody’s head, surrounded by the blood rushing in his ears even as it jolted straight down to his cock.  He’d definitely heard the request before, but in his hazy recollection this definitely felt like the first time it had been requested on another person’s behalf.  He nodded curtly, breathing Sebastian in deeply and leaning to peck his face lightly before pulling back, his foot sliding behind him to brace his toes against the mattress, hand leaving the intoxicating tension of the younger man’s abs to rest on his shoulder, while his other curled around his inner thigh, lifting it up and back slightly to open Bas up for a better angle.  Brody pulled out of him to the tip, pausing to compose himself before slamming hard back inside, repeating the move without respite as fluidly and fervidly as he could manage.  Once again he was out of Marley’s reach, and yet as he watched her react to Sebastian’s thrusts-- his thrusts-- he felt like he was practically inside her himself, and the thought had his thighs buzzing, and his balls pulling up tight as they slapped against Sebastian.  “I’m gonna--” he gasped.  “Marls, Bas-- I’m-- fuck--”  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out as his nails dug into Bas’ thigh and shoulder.

Sebastian

A groan fell from Sebastian's lips when Marley made her request. Fuck, yeah. Harder was good. He was shifted in position, heart quickening in his chest in anticipation for what was to come. He adjusted Marley's legs around him to support the new angle, before returning his hand to bring Marley closer to the brink.

When Brody slammed inside him, a strangled gasp escaped him, driving him inside Marley at an accelerated force. His breath hitched with every thrust, gasping and groaning with each brush of the small bundle of nerves inside him, each time he was slammed inside Marley. Everything was hypersensitive, and it was pushing him closer and closer. He could barely even process anything anymore, his head was so dizzy, and he was only vaguely aware of Brody's words, but he still managed to follow it up with a sentiment of his own. "Fuck, Marls--" He whimpered between panted breaths, "Brodes, I'm-- close. I'm close--"

Marley

Marley couldn’t get over the sensation. Each thrust felt like she was being fucked by both of them, and her legs were already sore, but she wanted more. Brody quickly gave into her request, and her bed practically creaking at this point. Marley’s were shut so tightly, that she felt like she was seeing stars. She wasn’t going to last long, and from their words neither were they. Her nails dug into Sebastian’s back again, and Marley cried out. “Bas! Oh Bas!” She whimpers. “Brody!” It was insane. How could she feel this amazing? Pulling her best friend into a kiss, she knew she was going to climax soon, she could barely hold it back. “Cum..” She demanded both of them, wanting them to come with her, needing them to come with her. Marley forced her blue eyes open so she could watch them when it happens. Wanting to remember the best her drunken mind could.

Brody

The mewls and whimpers were too much-- the heat and the sweat and the fact that he was completely wrecked on both alcohol and pride at his win (something he was going to happily hold in his memory long after Sebastian had moved on from their arrangement) drove Brody past his breaking point as he pulled Bas’ leg further back against him, hoping like hell the man’s flexibility wouldn’t fail.  His body spasmed as Marley demanded a response from both of them, and god was he more than willing to comply, the power of his orgasm almost painful in its release.  He groaned, loud and guttural and a little broken, collapsing over Sebastian as he rode through it, filling the condom inside the younger man jerkily as his grip relaxed and body slowed, fingers rubbing along the sweat-soaked skin beneath them.

He was spent-- Brody was merely grateful that Bas had managed to outlast him long enough to finish Marley and himself, because immediately after the older man simply flopped sideways like a dead fish, collapsing onto the mattress with an exhausted release of air.  Holy fuck that was an effort.  His limbs felt heavy, but he still reached out, wriggling to inch closer to the others, his toes brushing back and forth along the gangly leg splayed out beside him, and his fingers curling over Marley’s tiny ones as he panted, not quite able to move besides those two miniscule and yet draining efforts.  His heart was pounding hard in his ears, and if anyone said anything, he completely missed it as he simply waited for his body to recover.  Luckily, his stubborn desire to be closer still to his companions overrode his urge to simply pass out, and after a long few minutes he grunted and rolled sideways, propping himself up and flashing a drained smirk over at the younger two.  

Sebastian

Sebastian could feel the strain on his leg when Brody pulled on it, stretching him to his limits, but it was another sensation lost in the flood. The way that Brody groaned as he pulsed inside him nearly had Sebastian tumbling over the edge alongside him - but he managed to hold it together just in time, his breath hitching and stomach tightening with exertion as Brody rode out his orgasm.

It was a strange sensation when Brody pulled out, and the loss of the heat and weight behind him left him burning for more. On the bright side, though, it allowed him to move more freely - something that he was going to take to his advantage so that he could give Marley the orgasm she deserved. He adjusted their position so that Marley's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, allowing him to thrust in deeper, breath hitching with each drive of his hips. He could feel Brody's foot brush over his leg, and that was enough to urge him on. Crashing his lips with Marley's once more, a rush of ecstasy ran through his entire being, sending his head spinning, his movements becoming more erratic as a combination of spluttered words fell from his mouth in a nonsensical order - expletives, praises, Marley's name, Brody - fuck, he wasn't even sure anymore, but he spilled his release with a choked groan, against Marley's neck, his thumb still working her through her own orgasm.

Marley

Marley’s head flew back in pleasure as she dug her nails deeper into Sebastian’s back as her other hand clutched the sheets. At this point she was sweaty, her dress clinging to her skin, and she was hot, and her hair was messed up, but that didn’t matter. She has never felt sexier than she did right now. She watched as Brody began to climax, moaning at the sight of him letting go, as a jolt of pleasure ran through her body.

It felt weird not having Brody push them on. Marley’s head turned towards the older man as he watched them, groaning, because she kind of liked the idea of him seeing her. She could tell he was spent for now, and so ready to cum, because she was so close. Her legs wrapped around Sebastian’s waist as he began fucking her, his thrust slightly erratic as he stroked her clit, and she came not soon after him, her walls tightening around his cock as they fluttered, and she screamed both their names, before falling back on the bed panting. “Holy shit.. That-..” She shook her head. “Wow.”

Brody

Flat on his back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling, Brody could feel the mattress still at work as the other two finished each other off, and a small part of him felt like a dick for not bringing them both to the end, but seriously, he hadn’t really been ready for this kind of thing, and threeways took a sort of mental prep work for him, especially since he hadn’t been in one with a guy since college.  So the fact that he had managed this long, that he could still move any part of his body, even infinitesimally, to still participate in this, was a feat within itself (no pun intended-- well, maybe a little bit).  When he finally managed to roll over, he was thrilled to watch the end of Marley’s orgasm, to see her spasm desperately at Sebastian’s urging.  God they looked good together.  Like they fit: especially as the two collapsed, Marley back onto the pillow and Bas’ body angling off of hers, draping over her curves and into the gap between his two companions.  It made the older man smile as their chests heaved, and, as he’d already selfishly caught his breath, kind of turned on, although he hadn’t recovered enough to actually act on that one yet.

Instead, he pushed himself up with his hand, rolling over to the first body to his right, placing slow, indulgent kisses along his shoulders, his jaw, his lips.  “Goddamn,” he breathed.  Sex really was when Brody tended to be willing to praise Sebastian the most, even though he really should know better-- it always came up later, and the guy’s head was big enough as it was.  “Absolutely gorgeous.  Fucking phenomenal-- there should be a shrine somewhere.”  Brody’s tongue swept at the salty beads of sweat that dotted along his path, still basking in the taste of the younger.  It was a fucking addiction.  But the haphazard mess beyond him was equally captivating, and Brody grudgingly pulled away from the one to crawl further up the bed over to where Marley was recovering.  “Hey Princess,” he greeted her softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.  “Missed you up here; because that was a hell of a thing to see.  God, you’re amazing,” he enthused, his glance sliding from Marley to Sebastian as his fingers extended downward to trail along the man’s arm, trying to subtly find his hand to include him in the compliment.  “I don’t tell you that enough.”  He squeezed his fingers around Bas appreciatively as he kept his gaze on Marley, and continued to press his lips softly, back and forth between her jaw and lips.  “But at least we caught you up there, right?” he added, grinning into her skin as he teased at the ends of her tangled hair on the other side of her body.  When it brushed along the fabric of her dress, he grimaced slightly.  “Marls, not that you don’t look sexy as hell, but aren’t you dying in this thing?”  He released her locks to tug at the fabric questioningly.  He was sweating up a storm completely naked-- how had she survived without getting heat stroke?  However, in the space before she answered, he’d already returned to nuzzling against her jaw, kissing the underside lazily as he rolled the pads of his fingers around Bas’ skin behind him.

Sebastian

Shit - Marley was a mess. Her skin was flushed, her hair haphazardly spread over the pillow beneath her and her body was glossed in a thin sheen of sweat. Which... absolutely should not be as sexy to him as it is. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he mumbled into her skin, dotting lazy kisses over her collarbone before gathering himself enough to move between the two, eyelids heavy.

He was still trying to regain his breath, but Brody seemed to have just about recovered - and his skin tingled where the other started to line him with kisses, the praises making him hum with satisfaction. "You should make it in my honour," he quipped weakly, but he was distracted by Brody's tongue sweeping over his skin. He made a noise of discontent when he lost the heat of the older man's body, but it was only so that he could move on to Marley, which - yeah. Marley deserved the attention. When Brody's fingers grazed his skin, and when he found Sebastian's hand, Sebastian threaded their fingers together without thought, squeezing his hand back to show that he understood.

Brody's question had him gazing back at Marley, and he couldn't help but hum in agreement, because as hot as the dress was, Marley needed to get more naked. His limbs were heavy, but with a groan, he managed to push himself up, leaning over Brody to push the already rumpled material up her body, his hand sliding under her back to fumble with her zip and work it down, taking care not to tangle anything in her hair. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but he directed her to shift a little and move her arms so he could pull the material over her head, discarding it on the floor and letting his eyes skim over the newly revealed skin - like a blank canvas that he couldn't wait to mark up. Her thighs told a completely different story, though, and he couldn't help but let his fingers trail over the red marks, smirking. "Looks good on you, Marls." Beautiful, actually – but that was a word he always had trouble expressing out loud.

Marley

Marley hasn’t felt this amazing in such a long time. Her head was spinning, her heart was pounding, and it was because of the two men with her. Of course she was tired, but she craved more. Laying there with Bas on top of her, still inside of her, as he peppered her skin with kisses. Groaning at his words, she buried her head into his neck. “So are you.” She mumbled, watching the two men for a moment. They were really hot together. Marley watched as Brody paid attention to Sebastian, before turning his attention to her. “Hi, handsome.” She mumbled, her hand running up his body, as her cheeks flushed. A lone hand reached for Sebastian's, squeezing it roughly. Laying here with these two men, she couldn’t believe this happened, but she also couldn't believe this didn’t happen sooner.

Running her hand through Brody’s hair, Marley hummed. “Watching you two.” She glanced over at Sebastian. “Was pretty amazing.. You both looked incredible.” She leaned over kissing Sebastian, because they could do this. She could easily kiss both of them, have one of them kiss her while she kissed the other, have both them kiss. It was kind of endless.  Brody began humming her dress, and Marley hummed. “I am really hot..” She agreed, and Sebastian helped her out of the dress (Thank god, because Marley wasn’t sure if she could do it herself), and she laid there naked with both of them. Suddenly, she felt a bit aroused, and wanted more. Pulling Bas into a kiss, Marley blindly reached for Brody, tugging him towards her until they were kissing as well. “I just want to touch both of you.”