You are naked on your bed masturbating with Namjoon's silk gray tie. Because you miss him & it smells like him. but what happens when he catches you?
You are mine
Bf! Jungkook x reader
Jealous Jungkook.
Don't you dare
Embarrassed of her boobs Sub! Reader X dom! Yoongi.
You are overly busty compared to other girls in your school and you are embarrassed about it. You are upset because some girls talk about it and laugh at you behind your back. You heard it. You cry about it saying you hate your breasts. But what happens when you boyfriend Yoongi finds about it?
The Price of Desire
AngryBf! HardDom! Jungkook x reader
You had unknowingly stirred a storm the previous day, and Jungkook's calm demeanour had masked his growing frustration. This morning, your actions had reignited the flames, and Jungkook's mind began to wander to the consequences of your behaviour. Unbeknownst to you, he had started pondering on a matter that would make you realize the gravity of your actions. Little did you know, keeping secrets from your boyfriend and testing his patience would soon catch up with you.
đđ â i keep your hands clean and your mind dirty.
synopsis: you & namjoon have been inseparable since kindergarten. as you navigate through college life that bond continues with pretty kisses and set routines. when you're in a bad mood on a busy day, namjoon has to remind you to not act out.
warnings: 8k words, no usage of y/n, somewhat underground!bts, touches of dom/sub relationship, brat tamer!namjoon, bratty/spoiled! reader, hyperfem! reader, fingering, reader is described as âlittleâ and namjoon âbigâ but only in height, spanking, face slapping, reprimanding, car sex, exhibitionism (only for the foreplay,) oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, praise, mating press, rough & unprotected sex, creaming, choking, hair pulling, backshots, very mean!namjoon, calls himself daddy towards the end, he has a filthy mouth, size kink, AGAIN...
Ê(ïœĄË á” Ë )É. author's note: repost from my old account. luv joon & his short hair so thatâs what iâm referring to >.<
since the first "get to know you" day of kindergarten, you and kim namjoon have been inseparable. having clicked as soon as a light blue clad joon's eyes met pastel pink and bows you during lunch time.
he could vividly remember the sloppily written lettering of your name on the small "hello, my name is" sticker laid prettily on your left shoulder, the thick curls of your hair pulled back into a ponytail with pink ribbon decorating the base.
the way your eyes lit up as you opened your hello kitty lunch box to find it full of sweets and a quick, homemade meal with chicken cut up into the shape of a bunny. watching as you pushed the box between the two of you to share, chubby cheeks stuffed to the brim.
though, he loved to leave out the part where he cried as the school day came to a close, balling a tiny yet impossibly tight fist into the fabric of your dress to the point where he had to be pried away by his eomma and promised that he'd see you the next day.
as time went on and in middle school came, you two would be seen attached at the hip: walking to school together with namjoon carrying your bag and tying your shoes, bringing you to class, and so forth and so on.
it was safe to say that from then on, the pair of you had wreaked havoc on each of the poor teachers of your school careers; gossiping in the back of class, being utterly unproductive during group projects, and many, many others that led to weeks spent in the library after school for detention.
see, as you graduated to high-school nothing changed.
sure you'd grown far maturer and became introduced to a world full of negative influences, but the bond between you two never wavered. the red ribbon of fate still connects you thoroughly by the pinky finger.
namjoon became captain of the robotics team and you a cheerleader, but your set routine as best-friends lingeredâstrengthening even.
he began growing protective, seeing as you were the same pretty little innocent thing you'd been since elementary, still dressed in pink and bows but now catching the unwanted attention of the outside world.
and when rumors of the two of you being together found themselves slithering into the minds of the student body, joon didn't do a thing to stop them, reveling in the comfort it gave him with assurance of your safety.
it even landed you a golden spot in the high-school yearbook of superlatives, both your names written in bold letters under 'Most Likely to Stay Together After Graduation.'
and stay together is exactly what you did.
fast forward to your senior year of college, it's the first semester and you and namjoon share a small yet comfortably luxe apartment in the heart of seoul, decorated to a distinct mixture of the two of youâlots of greenery and wooden accents for namjoon with pink throw pillows and hello kitty shaped plant pots for you.
it's endearing, seeing traces of your familiarity and passion like a juxtaposition throughout the home. wouldn't want it any other way.
about nine thirty is when you pop up out of bed, your hair strewn about your head askew to the left, proof of your habit of being quite the wild sleeper.
you make quick work of hopping the shower and starting your daily routine, lathering yourself in your favorite honey vanilla lotion and layering the scent with a lightly scented perfume.
by the time you throw on a matching set and your favorite robe, fuzzy slippers on your cold feet before trudging into the living room, you catch sight of namjoon bare chested with a pair if oversized plaid pajama pants hanging low on his waist, a watering pot in hand as he tends to the plants he likes to call your children.
the morning sun beams brightly between the white, linen curtains of the room, the harsh light bothering your eyes and makes you bring a nimble hand up to try and block it out whilst grimacing.
"and she finally awakes. morning, baby," he smiles, eyes low but ever so expressive as he looks at you with nothing short of adoration.
"there's tea and oatmeal for you on the counter. go on and eat for me, okay?" namjoon's always been a morning person, finding himself awake at the ass-crack of dawn to read, meditate, and do a little bit of writing here and there.
so it doesn't surprise you that he's chipper so early, cheesing, voice a little louder than intended. though, it does make you grumble with annoyance and pout, mood sour as your head pounds.
not saying much as you walk to the marbled island counter that sits dead smack in the center of the kitchen, your kuromi mug steaming from the peach tea he'd made and next to it, a brown wooden bowl and spoon filled with warm oatmeal that's topped with berries, honey, and vanilla granolaâjust to your preference.
"remember, we have to stop by the studio to meet up with the guys today," he's calling out to you. "gotta leave out by eleven."
"i know, joon," you grumble, snarky and mean but you really don't mean it. you just weren't feeling the best and your words escape you without the slightest thought of how they might sound.
"don't start. fix the attitude before we leave out," he says, voice stern and commanding as he washes his hands, drying them before leaning back onto his palms when he goes to glare at you shoveling food into your mouth.
you pause, cheeks round and swollen with oatmeal. "'m just tired."
"i know, princess. once we get back home, you can take the rest of the day resting up," he's promising, kissing your forehead from across the counter, and reassuring you that it'll be quick.
you hum and namjoon finds it all too amusing when you stomp your little self over to the sink, sulking and pouting as you wash out your dishes.
it takes everything in him not to take matters into his own hands and straighten you out right then and there. spanking your lil ass raw 'till you remember your manners but it's early, and hopefully the combination of food in your system and sun on your skin puts you in a better mood.
you drag your feet up the stairs, the sound of your slippers scrapping against the wooden flooring making him groan. "pick up your feet," he says, scowling when you merely put your middle finger up in his direction.
that's strike one.
at the vanity situated on your side of the room specifically dedicated to you and your makeup process, you sniff whilst putting the finishing touches to your beat: gold highlighter in your inner corners and a black wing on the outer, pink blush on your cheeks. you put extra attention on your makeup today, hoping that it would help with your mood.
just a heads up, it didn't.
namjoon stands dressed in all black: a pull over hoodie with a white tank underneath that's peeking out at the bottom, oversized, black sweatpants, a leather bomber jacket, and pairs it with low top, nike blazer courts. he leans against the door frame with crossed arms, admiring as you line your lips with brown and fill the inside with pink gloss.
"how are you feeling," he asks as he makes his way toward you, hands grasping onto your shoulders when he stands behind your chair. you make eye contact in the mirror, him almost immediately catching sight of your lip jutting out on instinct.
"do you think i look pretty?" you disregard his prior question, responding with your own because you need confirmation on days that you feel like shit.
he smiles at your reflection, bending down to speak into your ear and takes pride in seeing your reaction. squirming in your seat. "the fuckin' prettiest, baby."
"do you really think so?" he coos at your round eyes that stare back into his within the mirror. âor are you only saying it because you have to?â
"i know so, my love.â
you commend him for his efforts but it just wasn't enough. you were too far deep.
"god, i just want this day to fucking end," you say and it makes joon press his lips together and you know why. he's always hated when you cursed, believing that pretty girls shouldn't say ugly words, and he's right, usually is. but right now, you're blind to what differentiates ugly from pretty.
the angel on your shoulder tells you to revert back to old ways, fall into line and be his good girl for the day, but the devil on the opposite reigns supreme, poking and stabbing at namjoon's buttons that are clearly lined with the warning, "do. not. touch." itâs just so tempting.
"what'd i say about today?" you hear his voice ask, eyes now low and mean, just waiting for you to give him reason to take you over his lap. you're working your way up to strike two. just about one and a third now.
"to not act out and to fix my attitude." you roll your eyes as you recite the words, standing before nudging him out of the way so you could get pass. grabbing your bag, you leave the room with knitted brows. "ugh."
it takes namjoon a moment to gather himself. you hear him speak a few sharp words under his breath before bringing the skin of his lip between his teeth to stop himself, feeling the pot start to boil with each passing moment. but he breathes, tells himself that this run should be quick, the faster it goes, the quicker he can get you in bed and figure out a way to make this tantrum go away.
joon can't help the clenching of his jaw, chewing on his tongue as he heads downstairs, your jacket in his hand. taking care of you, he helps you work your arms into the sleeves of it: his old letterman jacket from highschool in which his name decorates the back with the number "7" underneath it. ironic, right?
his eyes peer down at you when he goes to open the door for you, shutting it and making sure to lock it once you know you have everything, because you're known for leaving things behind and throwing an absolute fit once you realize.
there's been so many times where you've been late for reservations, gathering, events, because fifteen minutes into the ride, you're only then noticing that you left your lip gloss on the kitchen counter and proceed to cry until he's forced to drive back to get it.
the boys have always told him that he's spoiled you rotten. giving you anything you could ever ask for at the drop of the dime just because he likes it when you're smiling from ear to ear. he's been giving you your way for the longest because you're so pretty when you look up at him with awaiting eyes.
it's been so long catering to you, expecting everything to fall into the palms of your hands. it's gotten so bad that whenever you hear the word 'no' directed towards you, you're immediately storming off and throwing a hissy fit.
it's not your fault for being princess, is what he likes to say. trying to justify both his and your actions but when push comes to shove, there's no other possible outcome other than being faced with the fact that you're a spoiled little brat and it's ultimately his fault.
that's why you huff when he goes to grab at the passenger side door handle just so that you wouldn't have toâjust because you know you've got him so tightly wrapped around your pinkie finger.
he tugs at it, waiting for you to tuck your head under the frame and when you don't, he's bringing his free hand to the crown of your head, pressing down to force you into the plush of the seat as if he were a cop detaining a suspect before slamming the door shut.
there's nothing that you want more than to curl up into a ball and run back into the comfort of your own home, hands tightening into little fists and they rest on your thighs.
you can't help but take notice on the way namjoon's jaw bulges from its clinching, pearly white teeth grinding because he's this fucking close to being mean. this close to leaving you crying because that's the way you're trying to make him feelâlike a fucking asshole.
he doesn't understand it. namjoon can't see to understand for the life of him how a girl so pretty can be so utterly filled with the overwhelming urge to be such a brat despite getting everything she's ever asked.
you wanna go out shopping for your girls trip next month? one that he's funding? yeah of course, he's holding your bags and trailing behind an empty handed you from store to store.
you've been looking at that one dior bag for the longest, right? the next day, you see a pretty box wrapped up in a pink bow with a bouquet of dozens of your favorite flowers resting in the bed when you come back from your weekly luxury spa visit.
but when he asks you for one thing. that being to put your attitude aside for just a couple hours, he's met with nothing. nada. zilch.
it infuriates him. the sweet, round faced namjoon with a thick wallet and a means to please you starting to fade into the version of himself who doesn't put up with your bullshit and isn't afraid of putting you in your place.
it's a rarity that you're in troubleâor even falling close to it. he's always been patient with you, able to talk to you in just the right tone to hold you off. gets your head floating and molding you until you break away from that more brattier side of you.
it's easy to do but quite frankly, namjoon is becoming fed up with your shit.
the night before, you had been fine. he'd held you in his arms, kissed both sets of your lips as a reward, whispered in your ear sweet nothings until your eyes fluttered shut. everything was perfect. absolutely what could've changed overnight?
when he made it to the driver's side of the car, lips pursed shut and pads of two fingers to the feature as he pulled out of the parking spot, you found yourself practically compressed against the passenger side door, head leaning against the cool glass, trying to melt and camouflage into it.
you know he still cares when he motions with his fingers and tells you to put something on the radio, eyes never moving from their position on the road.
and you do so, otw by khalid sounding from the speakers. it's mellowing, soothing. has the knot at the small of your back diminishing, making you sigh as you watch the blur of tall buildings and street lights shoot past you.
it's a fairly quick ride to the studio, being midday on a tuesday, everyone's already at work so traffic is minimal. namjoon's easily able to put an extra force behind his foot on the gas, weaving in and out of lanes because the streets are pretty much dead.
parking in the small lot situated at the back of the building, joon takes a look to his right to see you dozed off. eyes closed, hands folded in your lap whilst your neck bends uncomfortably to the right.
gently, he rests his hand on the side of your face, softly hoisting you up before unbuckling your seatbelt. "mama, we're here," he speaks just above what describes a whisper.
it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, squinting once they finally open before you realize a tense groan. "mm, joon, can i just stay in here," you ask, comfortable in your spot. it's not like you were going to do anything in there but sit off to the side. could he just let you be?
"i don't know how long i'll be here for. you have to come in," he's saying, shaking his head back and forth. one good look at the way your face morphs into an unfitting scowl, he knows he's gonna have to take a different approach.
he removes his keys from the ignition, stepping out of the car before he's rounding the hood and making his way to your side. you watch as he opens the passenger door, leaning his body forward to where his upper half is in the frame, face now leveled with your own and just a few inches away. so close that you can smell the mint on his breath.
"don't get in here acting a fucking fool," he says, gripping into your chin when you go to turn your head the opposite way. his tone catches you off guard. only then do you realize that he's had it about up to here with you.
you pull your face away from his, only to get back a thick hand wrapping around your neck, fingers pressing into the base tightly to have you drawing closer and closer. his lips ghost your own as he's growing more stern and stern. "do it, and see what happens. i'll embarrass you."
"okay, joon." your eyes water, but he knows it isn't real. big, fat crocodile tears because you know its his weakness. you think they'll work but he's too far deep, grabbing your hands to guide you from the car's seat.
still, your lip is jutted out in a pout, allowing for yourself to be pulled up to the stairs of the studio, dark double doors opening before you in which you're stepping into with your free hand pulled into a fist.
the other six that make up bangtan are already situated in their designated booth, engaged in playful banter as they wait for the leader.
upon walking into the room and immediately catching sight of two free chairs seated to the far left that you just know namjoon will be pushing you into, you quickly decide against it when you see an empty chair next to jimin. you're then pulling your hand from his larger one to make a beeline directly to it.
he cuts his eyes, leaving the situation alone for now. he'll let you think you've gotten under his skin when in reality, you're just digging yourself deeper into a problem you'll have to face once you get home.
at this point, it's inevitable.
jimin stifles a laugh when you make your way over. pretty face balled up tightly and he thinks you resemble an angry little bunny. "hi, pretty," he greets, smiling when you sit and wave.
"hyung, what'd you do to her," jungkook turns to ask namjoon, a ball point pen pressed to his small notebook in which holds the lyrics of their upcoming album. "looks just about ready to knock someone's head clean off."
that makes them all laugh and you have to grab onto the underside of the chair to stop yourself from calling an uber and leaving. pronto.
its humiliating when namjoon chuckles, sitting down and making himself comfortable on the couch in which yoongi and hoseok does too, legs parted with his arms crossed at his roomy chest. "she wouldn't swat at a fly, let alone lay hands on somebody," he speaks, having zero regard for the way you glare at him from the other side of the room.
you want to say something, want to argue back with a sharp tongue and harsh words but namjoon's voice back in the car played repeatedly in your mind, the look in his eye when he grabbed onto your throat. it was grounding enough to have you pursing your lips to keep them shut.
leaning back in your chair, you pull out your phone, your case glimmers and gleams, rhinestones catching onto the iridescent light illuminating the room, and namjoon watches as you type, biting down on his tongue while a smile forms on your pretty lips.
you're typing away to someone with eager eyes, fingers tapping and your nails clanking against the screen and it drives joon mad. so utterly and completely insane. it's a little irrational but you probably could've blinked in the wrong way and his top would pop the fuck off.
you've made his patience wear dangerously thin. just a little more pressure until it snaps.
an hour and a half passes, full of paperwork signing and a few touch ups to certain tracks here and there. at least forty-five minutes of it was spent with you giggling under your breath at whatever pops up on your for you page and direct messages from friends.
a few times, you even tilted your screen into jimin's direction in between topics to show something you found funny in which he would always watch and chuckle before shooting a quick glance into his hyung's direction, welcomed with the sight of slitted eyes and a clenched jaw, and he's quick to put two and two together.
when yoongi finishes playing the tracklist for their new album, bangtan decides to call it quits, even so much as setting up an impromptu hotpot and karaoke night for celebration amongst the guys.
but unfortunately for you, namjoon has other plans. "can i rain check tonight," he asks before continuing. "i have to have to get home and do some work around the house."
your eyebrows shoot up, dropping your phone into your lap to look at him incredulously knowing damn well it's a lie, but you keep your mouth shut and wait until they exchange words, saying that itâs no problem and to get home safely.
"don't touch me," you say, wincing when namjoon tightly grips onto your forearm, neck bulging with veins as he seethes.
you're done for.
each of his buttons are pressed, control switches in gearâset in stone. there's no running or hiding because now, you're on strike three and no amount of faux tears can get you out of the lesson you're about to get taught.
"walk or i'll throw your lil ass over my shoulder," he says, voice deep, demanding, and leaving no room for back talk, and you can't make space, either. "and i dare you to try it. i really fuckin' do."
it has you pressing one foot in front of the other, legs shaky whilst your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. seems you might've bitten off way more than you could chew.
you and jimin lock eyes and immediately you're met with a smile so sickly sweet because he knows that'll be that last touch of gentle you'll get. the dark glint in his hyung's eyes tells him everything he needs to know.
you're fucked. both literally and figuratively.
good luck, he mouths over before you're being dragged out of the studio by the intense grip on your arm. you'll need it.
you shake in namjoon's hold, back flexing away from his touch when his hand moves to the back of your neck, clutching tightly. it's grounding. keeping your head from straying too far from the harsh reality of the situation at hand.
"been acting out your fuckin' ass all day," he speaks, fumbling with his keys to press the unlock button. but he waits to put you in the car, turning you around so that you face him.
you're able to see the skin of his forehead crease in annoyance, his thin eyebrows that arch with anger, and his lips that utter sharp words.
"you're being mean, joonie. don't be mean to me," you say, thinking it's gonna get you somewhere but news flash: it doesn't.
"i'm being mean," he laughs but it's humorless. tongue drawing circle on the wall of his inner cheek to stop himself from causing a scene. âyou've been mean to me this entire morning and when you finally get me to where you've wanted, i'm being mean?"
"get in the fuckin' car." when you go to interject, he's grabbing your face, digging his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks so that your lips jut out in a pout. "don't talk to me."
he then nudges you away, going to round the trunk till he's getting situated into the driver's seat, not even opening your door like the gentleman he is. because right now, fiery hot annoyance bubbles within him and he's ready to put you in your place. asap.
you huff as you get into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut at your side before your arms are crossing over your chest that heaves, pretty tits pressed against your forearms and it takes everything in namjoon not to pull your top down and suck on your pebbled nipples right then and there.
"don't slam my doors. you know how i feel about that," he speaks, not bothering to look at you because he knows it'll have him crumbling. he needs you to learn. to learn that there's a time and place for everything. and the day that he actually needs to get things done is absolutely not one of them.
"i honestly don't care," you say, looking out the window so that you wouldn't have to face namjoon's intimidating eyes. "wouldn't be slamming shit if you just left me home."
that's when you feel the press of namjoon's nike clad foot to the gas pedal. "you keep talkin'," he grunts out when the driver beside him honks, continuing when he bobs the lanes in order to get around them. "keep fuckin' digging a hole you can't cry yourself out of."
"but imma tear your lil ass up when we get home. don't even worry about it."
your lips part into a silent gasp, eyes widening. "what, that's not even fair. you've been acting like an asshole to me all day! i just wanted to stay home and get some rest because my head was fucking pounding, namjoon."
"i asked you to do one thing. one thing only. gave you tylenol, fed you, and asked you to do one thing as simple as be good and you do the exact opposite." his fingers tighten around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. "and now you wanna cry wolf because you're in trouble."
he's chuckling, low in a deep rumble from the center of his chest. you can feel the irritation bubbling up, rising to his neck in the form of stubborn veins and its suffocating. too much.
it's only when the car slows to a stop at a red light when namjoon acknowledges you, looking in your direction with mean eyes. "get in the backseat," he's saying as he presses down on the lock of your seatbelt, hearing the familiar 'click!' before he's roughing you up. "hurry the fuck up."
tears swell your eyelids at his tone. "stop cursing at me," you retaliate, voice small though the increasingly wet patch in your panties is thick, filled with arousal because the duality of him has you spinning. it's satiating.
"you only seem to listen when i speak to you like this so get in the fucking backseat. now."
it has you scrambling, your miniskirt catching onto the rounds of your ass when you go to climb over the center console and into the back, legs feeling like jelly but it feels so good.
the light turns green and off joon goes, speeding down the streets but one arm reaches behind his seat that's already slightly pushed back to accommodate his size, making it easy for his hand to grasp onto your ankles placing them onto the console before he's pulling down your skirt, never removing his eyes from the road.
heâs always been good at multitasking.
"get her ready for me," he says and now it's crazily obvious why he put you there. the backseat windows are tinted, only being able to see out but not the other way around. it blocks the view of inside the car, giving the perfect place to have you spread out and completely at his mercy.
you give him what he wants without needing further instruction, fingers shooting down to pull inside the skimpy cloth you call underwear and immediately being met with cool air directly on your clit. it makes a shiver run up your spine before you're spreading your pussy lips open, fingers in the shape of a âvâ as they glisten with your honeyed slick.
sucking in a breath through your front teeth in the form of a hiss, you and namjoon lock eyes in the overhead mirror, and it makes you gasp when his free hand slaps at your clit, palm hitting repetitively until you squirm.
"joon, joonie, i'm sorry, baby," you whine and hiccup, closing your legs over his hand, leaving it between your thighs that spasm from the sensitivity of your clit. but you forget namjoon's strong, easily able to get himself out of it by nudging them apart with his elbow as if it was nothing.
"hold them the fuck open. stop playing with me," he speaks and it's so mean but nonetheless has you growing wetter and wetter with each passing moment.
you put your forearms underneath the backs over your knees, toes curling when they press up against the seats up front. so undeniably spread open that it's degrading.
simultaneously, your fingers resume their thumbing at your pussy, tips catching at your entrance before dipping in, making room for the thickness of namjoon's dick that's soon to come.
the squelching is obscene, loud over joji's 'night rider.' your pussy talks, singing along to the beat that plays lowly through the speakers. you wish you could block out the sound, finding it embarrassing as is.
the pace you build up is slow but ever so needy, clenching around your digits and they drag in and out before scissoring, stretching it out. but you need more, need to feel namjoon. have him inside you.
so you beg, plead, "please, joon. touch me, please. i'm so sorry." tears run down your face, eyeliner dripping already because you've never been able to handle what you dish out, and namjoon finds it funny. the irony.
the way you're so quick to break, being so apologetic and sweet when beforehand you were nothing close. again, namjoon can't help but laugh.
"you already crying?" and in response, you nod your head, still fucking yourself as you spew. "i'm so sorry. i-i didn't mean it."
his hand finds home between your legs and you think he's gonna slip his fingers in but are sadly mistaken when another forceful slap is laid to your cunt. "shut up. i don't want to hear any of that shit. you wanted this so deal with it."
"butâ"
he cuts you off before you can get the rest of your words out. "but nothing. hush." by then, he's already pulling into the garage, car being placed in park.
but when he goes to step out, he merely uses the control gears on the side of the seat to maneuver it closer to the steering wheel, providing more space for him to join you in the backseat.
when he rounds the trunk of the blacked out audi, pushing himself into the seat behind the passenger's side, he's pulling you to him, legs dangling off the side of his wide shoulders. "been acting up all day," he mumbles, lips puckering up but they don't meet the ones north. they trail downward, latching onto your clit, sucking so that he can feel it rub against his tongue.
you moan, back arching against the coolness of his dark interior, hands trying to clutch onto him, to push or pull, give some sort of relief to the emptiness of you but he's grabbing your wrists, pinning them to your stomach. "you don't get to touch me," he speaks, the breath from his words battering up against your core, leaving you shaky and defenseless.
he licks a stripe before spitting, messy in the way he eats because he wants you dripping, easy enough to slide in and out of without working up a sweat. namjoon plans on wrecking your shit, leave you walking funny for days, a reminder that pretty girls don't cry when they get what they deserve.
you have no choice but to sit there and feel him spit, suck, lick, repeat, over and over again, the sound of his smacking and you gushing loud in your ears until your muscles flex, ankles crossing over one another behind namjoon's necks, the heels of your feet digging into his back.
"stay right there. please, please, please," you cry, hands thrashing in his unrelenting hold and best believe your pleas aren't anywhere near quiet. it has him bringing his free hand up to your mouth, middle and ring fingers tapping on your glossy lips.
you know what he wants, so like the good girl you're trying so hard to be, you open, letting the pads of his fingertips rest heavily on your tongue before you're wrapping your lips around them, tongue swirling around the length of them as a welcome.
he's momentarily given you a reason to shut up, fucking your mouth with his fingers whilst he eats your pussy like it's the last supper. namjoon has always found pleasure in pleasuring you, loving the way you tasted like honey on his tongue, the way your moans would pull him in like a siren would a sailor. it was a danger, the way you had him wrapped around your little finger.
your thighs tighten around his head in which he's blind to, the sharp strands of his buzz cut poking at the sensitive skin there but still, he never lets up his tongue's dipping into your entrance, licking into your gummy walls that clench as you near your orgasm.
you twitch, gargle around his fingers that press to the back of your throat until you're drooling, unable to speak. but you try, incoherent babbling mixing with the sound of namjoon between your legs.
when your spasms grow quicker, he's forced to let go of your wrists, palm striking down onto your hips that rut on his face, dragging your clit up and down his nose, and it's all too much. way too much. so involuntarily, you're stopped, body pausing in the shock of your orgasm that wrecks through you without warning.
"did i tell you to fuckin' stop? keep going," he spits, spanking your ass and urging your forward, drinking up every bit that pours from you.
the way you bunch up his jacket in tight fists is endearing, almost getting namjoon to reach up and smash his lips onto yours but he stops himself, keeps up his hard exterior because he knows he needs to put you in your place. learn your lesson.
"so good, joon. right there," you whine, head thrown back as he cleans you up with his tongue, lapping up any left over so that he can slide your underwear and skirt back into your lower half before bringing your face up to his with a grounding grip onto the column of your neck.
his lips hover over your own, practically daring you to kiss him. you know better though. his mean gaze on you says that you're in for a real treat, so you wait for him to speak, too scared to break the silence that blankets you.
"you've been out of line ever since you woke the hell up. i'm tired of you acting like you don't know shit."
"but i apologized," you say, eyes round and compliant as you look at him. you're a complete 180 of how you acted this morning. now docile in the way you shrink under his gaze.
his palm smacks against your cheek, stinging hotly but it adds fuel to the fire, makes your stomach full with butterflies. "mhm, but you don't mean it. just saying what you know i want to hear." namjoon's tugging you, putting his muscles to work as they sit you upright. "get out."
he's opening the door, ducking down in order to push himself out of the frame, and he doesn't look back because he knows you'll follow, making sure to press down on the lock button situated on his keys once he hears the shut of the car door.
your hair is messy, matting up in the back because of the friction between the strands and the fabric of the car seats. the wobbliness of your legs lead to the stairs, walking past the threshold and into your home in which namjoon holds the door and waits for you to get in just before gathering the thick strands at the back of your head, using it as leverage to urge you deeper into the home.
you gasp at his handling, his chest clung to your back as he pushes and pulls. you can't help but bring your hand up to his, clutching onto his wrist to try and ease his grip.
his breath is hot on your ear, whispering right into it as he bends forward to meet your level, ass pressed against his upper thighs while the growing bulge in his joggers swells. "by the time i get up those steps, you better be just how i want you."
and you bolt, quick to kick your chunky shoes from your feet and pull the jacket from your arms, left in a little skirt and an oversized soccer jersey, though you don't get time to dwell before rushing to take it all off, left bare save for the pink set of your bra and panties. the thickness of your curls resting at your shoulders.
heavy feet fall onto wooden flooring of the hall, partly creaky, or maybe it was the sound of your heart thumping in your ears. namjoon makes his way closer to your shared bedroom, his own outwear discarded and now left in a white tank and his bottoms.
your eyes are round and glassy when you look at him, regret all over your features because you know you're in for it. the way he rounds the bed to sit at the side of it before beckoning you over to him with the simple gesture of his fingers.
he wrangles you over his lap, right arm wrapping around your waist to keep you in place while his left hand rubs at the smooth skin of your ass before striking down, the smack so hard that it has you yelping.
"y'so pretty baby but act so fuckin' bad," he speaks, unwavering when he continues to reprimand you. "make it so hard for me."
âyou know i hate seeing you cry.â
you call out for him, grabbing onto his calves for stability, thighs shaking in delicious pain because while it hurts, it feels so good, adding to the slick between your legs. the tears begin to run for the third time in the last half an hour, hands going to push at his but you're being stopped with the one along your waist, pinning your wrists to your lower back.
"you've done enough. be a good girl, would you," he questions but doesn't wait for an answer. "'s exactly why you're in this predicament now." ass perched up while he spanks it raw.
his hits are rough and repeated, taking the time in between to massage them just to take that momentary relief away once more at the bat of an eye. he even slides his finger between your folds to pick up a little bit of your wetness so that he can smear it across your ass.
namjoon's hungrily listening to every whine and scream that he draws from you, his cock unbearably stiff within his boxers, tip leaky and with a pinkened blushed undertone from its neglect.
it's only when he's done with you that he brings it to attention, pulling at the back of your hair to pull your face up level to his, eyeliner dyed tears streaming down your cheeks and he coos, kissing your forehead, but still, never touches your lips.
he knows you need it, the way your eyes are cloudy, waiting for him to get you exactly where it's easy to break to down: giggly and ever so moldable. pushing down your more bratty side and swapping it out for the good girl.
so he places you on the bed, sits you in his previous position whilst he rids himself of his clothes. chest and below bare and tanned with the small ribbon bow tattoo that represents you resting on his left pec, kneeling down just enough so that he can unclamp your bra and discard your panties before pursing his lips to leave a glob of spit catching onto your entrance, adding to your already drenched cunt.
"needed me, baby? you needed me to fill you up to put you in a better mood," he questions. âall you had to do was ask. youâon need to do the extra shit.â bringing a hand to his cock to jerk, standing back to his feet to drag his tip from your clit to the strip of skin just above your puckered hole. he just just keeps doing it, back and forth, up and down, until your grow restless, quivering, advancing to wrap your legs around his hips to bring him closer.
but namjoon easily slides into you and presses his palms to the backs of your knees, pushing so that they rest at either side of your head so that youâre completely folded.
the stretch hurts, makes you vulnerable and at the hands of his mercy but you wouldn't want it any other way, laying the future of your orgasm in his hold because you know he'll cater to you in every way possible.
his hips rut, pelvis to pelvis, heavy balls pressed to the swell of your ass as he digs deeper. and your pussy spasms, hugging him, sucking him in like a whirlpool. it makes namjoon lay his weight onto your chest, picking up his pace.
âslow down,â you whine, lips parted with your head thrown back, he takes one hand from your leg to wrap around your throat, bringing your attention onto him. maintaining gut-churning eye-contact.
"take this shit," he speaks, harsh and cruel. staring into your eyes and it makes you want to shrivel up. "been fuckin' with me all day so take this shit."
âd-didnât mean to.â
he drops his hips a hurried slam, pounding into you like you owed him something. it was unrelenting. forceful. upon the impact of his dick sliding into you, your body jerks up higher onto the bed.
âmm, look at you. be actinâ all tough in public but as soon as you get on this dick, you go silent.â
leaning over, namjoon puts his thumb onto your bottom lip, sliding it between so that he can pry open your jaw, getting your mouth wide enough so that he can spit directly into your mouth but some inevitably falls onto your cheeks and he seals, smearing it, berry lip gloss smudging while your skin stings.
he laughs in your face, finding you to be the prettiest thing. even when youâre absolutely wrecked. pussy pulsing, titties bouncing, tummy folding, and knees resting beside your head.
âyou boutta cream on me,â he asks when he feels you tighten and you nod, spent on the feeling of him splitting you open with a smile on his face. âthis your shit. just go âhead.â namjoon continues to dog you out, watching as the familiar white ring coats his dick at the base and he loves the sight.
before you get the chance to come down from the high of it all, namjoonâs taking matters into his own hands and is once again repositioning you as if it were nothing. the swiftness of it gives you whiplash. he's strong without reason, makes it entirely too easy to turn you to lay on your chest in the middle of the bed, arms behind your back whilst your ass points up, arched impossibly low that it strains your spine.
his palm is pressed to your cheek, pushing your head down into the mattress. one knee to the plush of the bedding while the other is bent with his foot flat as he thrusts entirely too deep.
it's hard hearing the soppiness of you taking him in, hearing your pussy talking back, pleading to take it easy because he's being so rough and you can barely keep up. he leaves you gaping when he pulls out and kisses your clit to see it jump just to push back in with fervor afterward.
with your face forced onto its side, watching through the mirror of your vanity as namjoon loses himself in your warmth, thrusts growing sloppy and straying away from its pattern, you blindly reach behind you, feeling the weight of his dick drilling into you.
"move your hand," he speaks sternly, calling you by name and its grounding. but you can't bring yourself to do it, trying your hardest to intercept his pace by pressing down onto his lower stomach. pretty nails dragging down the skin.
"i can't, joon," you plead, eyes rolling to the back of your head, toes curling. "god, it's too much." you involuntarily break your arch, back hunching, going to stand onto your knees to get namjoon to let up but he doesnât let you.
pressing down on your back, moving your hand himself and pulling your hips up to get you right back into position he wants you, namjoon isnât one for mercy as he digs back in. "nah, don't run from it.â he lays a heavy smack to your ass, watching as the flesh jiggles, so he does it again.
and again. and again. and again.
âfuck me back, baby.â he knows youâre gone when you do as he says without hesitation, smiling to himself as he feels his own toes curl. âyeah, you got it. fuckâŠkeep goinâ.â
and just like that, youâre back to your old ways. taking everything that he has to offer. throwing your ass back onto him to meet his thrusts. it has him reaching a hand down to pinch and roll your clit between two fingers, building you up so that youâll be milking him in no time.
âall you wanted. this is all you wanted. you know daddyâs got you, baby,
a few more plunges in and youâre fluttering, cream flowing out of you, running down your thighs, and that causes a ripple effect on namjoon, his balls constricting as he paints your walls white.
and when you shake so much that you're one step away from sliding off the bed, namjoon chuckles before holding onto you tight, laying his sticky chest into your back and grabs the side of your face to smack his lips to yours.
While weâre waiting, could we get more head canons? đ„ș
fuck it why not :3 lowkey thinking of this post & had to do something immediately
thinking about the time you agreed to move into a new apartment. one apartment. three bedrooms. three people. two men. one woman. what could possibly happen under one roof�
word count: 2.489
warning: smut, free use relationship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, and they were roommates, orgasm denial, edging, degradation, nipple sucking, more porn than plot, shower sex, face-slapping,
You recall staying in your room the majority of the time when you moved in with Jungkook and Taehyung - two childhood friends who were looking for someone to rent out their third bedroom in their apartment.
 Jimin, how you even met these two, was moving out and in with his girlfriend. He was the one who suggested you move into his room once he found out you were looking for a new (and cheaper) place to stay. âKook and Tae arenât going to deny you. They donât want to pay my half.â he stated, insisting that even though you were a woman, it wouldnât stop them from being who they normally were.
So, you moved in. You, however, didnât want them to feel as though they had to change their regular routine and everyday way of living. You took your food to your room and ate alone. When there was company over, you didnât mind only coming out if it was to use the bathroom or grab a quick snack. After work, you mostly stayed in your room, passing by Taehyung and Jungkook on the couch.
âYou donât have to be such a stranger.â Taehyung had told you one day, months into living together. He had managed to catch you right after a shower, your hair wet and smelling like cherry blossoms. âAre you this closed off with Jimin?âÂ
Over time, you three became close friends. You joined them on grocery shopping trips. You enjoyed movie nights where Jungkook almost always chose the movie - half the time a marvel movie that had you and Taehyung groaning. Youâd cook together. With you washing the dishes as Jungkook cooked and Taehyung set the table - because thatâs all he ever wanted to do.
Naturally, with three single people - two men and one woman - there would be sexual tension. Itâs subtle at times, with Jungkook grazing past you a little too close. Heâd grab something that was too high in the cabinet, his back against yours, but not standing too close to make you too uncomfortable.Â
Taehyung is always a touchy person, but his touches would linger for a second longer. He would glide his fingers against your soft skin before removing them, possibly testing the waters.Â
There's no doubt that both men are attractive. They work out often. You couldnât help but notice the way their shirts would cling to them with sweat as they come back from the gym. Jungkook would peel his shirt off without a care, full sleeve and chest tattoo on display. You swore he was doing it on purpose - as was Taehyung. He would wear his sweatpants so low at times, but he was at home and of course, was comfortable.
Jungkook was the first person to initiate anything. He had come home from work later than usual and you noticed the way he kicked off his shoes that today was anything but stressful. He had watched you turn around from your lying position on the couch, tank top strap hanging from one shoulder and shorts clinging to you. He peered down at you with a tilted head, his eyes so intense that it brought you to a seated position.
You couldnât recall how it happened exactly. What you do know is that Jungkook is on the couch with you, calloused, yet soft, hands kneading your breast. Heâs breathing just as heavy as you are, his thumb twirling against perky nipples.
 Jungkookâs mouth salivates to pluck a nipple into his mouth and suckle onto it until theyâre swollen. His eyes meet yours, clouded with such lust and need - âIs this okay?â he asked you, coming closer.Â
You nodded your head, face hot. It happens fast entirely, Jungkookâs mouth wrapped around your nipple and suckling onto it greedily. His body cages you between him and the couch, one hand kneading your free breast while his tongue twirls around your nipple.
It didnât stop there. Every tension that lingered between you and Jungkook had come out right there on the couch - the same one you, he and Taehyung frequented. Youâre naked before you know it with Jungkook pressing wet open mouth kisses down your body, forcing your thighs apart. âI knew youâd have a pretty pussy.â he grunted, pressing a kiss against your already throbbing clit.
Jungkook devoured your pussy hungerily, indeed showing you just how much he wanted you for all this time. He doesnât come up for air and his hands are clenching onto your thighs so tightly. His head bobbed back and forth, tongue flickering between your folds to suckling onto your clit. You were squealing loudly, thankful that Taehyung hadnât come home yet. Your legs quivered in his embrace, your chest rising and falling erratically.Â
Jungkookâs fingers are as good as his tongue. They plunge inside your wet pussy and immediately pump. He marvels at how beautiful the sight is. Youâre clenching around him messily, arousal pooling out of you and into his palm. How he couldnât wait to feel you wrapped around his cock.
âFeels so good!â you gasped, your eyes watching the way Jungkookâs fingers plunge in and out of you.
âYour pussyâs so tight, baby.â Jungkook is knuckle deep in your pussy. Your pussy was pulling him in, begging him to be closer and closer. His fingers curl, hitting that spot that causes your toes to curl and your back to arch. You would think you and Jungkook had done this before by how comfortable he was fucking his fingers inside of you.
âW-What-â Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you, dark eyes dancing with mischief. âYouâve been toying with me for months, baby. Dressing so slutty.â Jungkook murmurs, fingers placing themselves onto your throbbing clit, rubbing teasingly. âItâs like you wanted me to do this for so long.â
Biting your lip, your eyes rolled for a moment. âYou were doing the same thing.â you shot back, a moan rushing through your lips. âIâve been waiting for you to say something.â Jungkook growled, slapping your clit. You yelp, pussy clenching around nothing. âInstead you walked around here with shorts that could be confused with panties. No braâŠâ
Itâs a blur again. Your mouth is full of Jungkookâs cock, a hand wrapped around the base as you suckle onto the tip before bringing more and more of him in your mouth. Saliva pools from the corner of your lips as you take him, your head bobbing up and down.
Jungkook is slumped against the couch as he has a fistfull of your hair. His eyes watch you steadily, the sight so lewd yet breathtaking. His toes curl when you suck rougher, your eyes - glossy and intense - turn to look right at him. âY-Youâre good at this.â Jungkook moans.
You knew you were - you were never told otherwise. Itâs been a few months since youâve hooked up last, but you were certain that this skill would never die.
Jungkook continues to watch you, your mouth covering the entirety of his cock with such ease that he thinks he might be in love. You donât stop, however, not until Jungkookâs sent completely over the edge. His head is drawn back against the couch, his thighs trembling with overstimulation - until you do.
Your warm mouth is replaced by something even warmer. You donât bother to ask if it was alright - you knew it was. Your thighs are either side of Jungkookâs waist, his cock sliding into your pussy easily - and raw.
Jungkook would like to say this had to be the best ride of his life. You rise and fall on his cock, bouncing energetically on it. Your pussy is wet and tight, clenching and unclenching to further torture him. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, breasts bouncing in his face that he thinks heâs in heaven.
You and Jungkook fuck as if this wasnât the first time. He has you bent over the same couch, your face shoved into the cushion, both hands clasp firmly on your waist as his cock drills into you with such vigorous need. Your pussy squelches louder and louder with each thrust.
So far, Jungkookâs favorite position is you on your back. He gets to see it all. Your wet, creaming pussy. Your bouncing breast with hardened, suckable nipples teasing him. Your face, drawn in pleasure, with those lustful eyes staring up at him, begging him for more and more and more.
Taehyung notices the change in the home instantly. That night, itâs hard to ignore the glances between you and Jungkook. The smiling, soft giggles over dinner time. The way that there appeared to be something he wasnât a part of. Taehyung knows immediately what it was - and heâs pissed.
Itâs Jungkookâs turn to wash the dishes tonight. Instead of shoving them in a dishwasher like Taehyung or you do, he washes them by hand. He always said they were cleaner that way - you or Taehyung never saw a difference, but you admired his efforts.
Taehyung doesnât bother knocking on the bathroom door. The bathroom is warm as he enters, the mirror fogged up entirely with how hot the water was, steam covering the entirety of the small room. He manages to close the door behind him without you noticing.Â
Taehyung watches your body through the wet glass. Youâre underneath the water, subs of soapy water trailing down your naked body. His eyes go through every inch and curve of your body before you notice him - you nearly faint.
âYou fucked him.â is all Taehyung says. You donât respond at first, too stunned to find your other friend and roommate in the bathroom with you. His eyebrows, so thick and full, are knitted together in frustration. His dark eyes are hard, staring right at you.
âIâmâŠsorry?â is what you respond with, unsure of what else to say to Taehyung. Was he truly upset that you fucked Jungkook? Or was he just upset that you didnât fuck him too? You werenât truly sure - but what else did you have left to lose? âI want you to fuck me, too.â
Droplets of water flicker into your eyes, slamming off both the wall and Taehyungâs naked body. Youâre on your knees, the tile hard against them but you donât care one bit. Your mouth is full of Taehyungâs cock, a hand wrapping around the base as you take him.
Youâre such a whore - you know this. Having two cocks in the same night was record breaking, but you donât care. Anyone would be willing to hop on Taehyung and Jungkook, you were just the one that had the chance to.
Taehyung has to lean against the cold wall to stop himself from falling. Your mouth sucks him in so deep, your hand only pumping to further send him over the edge. His mind swirls with too many thoughts at once that he feels like heâs about to explode.
It doesnât help that your eyes are watching him, ignoring the water flying into them. His face mirrors Jungkookâs, you think, the fluttering eyes, gasping mouth. You were far too good at this for your own good.
Taehyung doesnât want to cum - not in your mouth. Not now at least. You arenât upset when he pushes you away and forces you against the glass door. You willingly spread your legs for him, your throbbing cunt already wishing for him to be deep inside of you.
âItâs ashamed I had to come to you.â Taehyung grunts, entering you so easily. Youâre wet, pussy squeezing him lovingly. Your hands slide against the glass, your chest pressed firmly against it, as well. âOtherwise, youâd never let me fuck you.â
Taehyungâs thrusts are punishing and full of irritation. Irritation that you allowed Jungkook to fuck you first, even when theyâve both been silently pining after you. Maybe it was jealousy knowing that his friend got to feel the way your pussy clenches when you fuck it just right.
You, on the receiving end of Taehyungâs frustration, are more than accepting of the furious pounding. He doesnât care about being silent - neither do you. You grunt and moan loudly, his skin slapping against yours. The shower water slams against the floor, adding to the noise that Jungkook would surely be hearing down the hall.
You do whatever you had to do to taunt Taehyung, his natural competitiveness coming out to display. âIs that all you got?â, âJungkook was fucking me deeper.â âYouâre not what I expectedâ was what drove him over the wall.
Taehyung yanks your hair, forcing you to turn around to face him. A hand, large and beautiful as you always thought they were, slaps against your wet cheek. Youâre dazed for a moment - Taehyung was always the loving type.
This Taehyung was the one that hides behind his soft, kind persona. The one that you forced out of him. The one that slams you against the glass once more and hikes your leg up to continue to fuck you.
This time, Taehyung doesnât show you mercy. He shows you just how pissed he is that Jungkook got to you first. One hand lays around your neck while the other holds onto your thigh, keeping you right in place. If his pounding before was punishing, than this was brutal.
âYouâre a lying little bitch,â Taehyung laughs, witnessing the creamy ring around his cock and the wet trail of arousal coating your thighs. âYou just wanted me to fuck you harder.â
âIt-â you began, holding onto his shoulder for support. His cock is so deep, slamming against that sweet spot that's gone through so much in just a short amount of hours. â-worked.â
Youâre cumming before you know it, hot waves of pleasure pooling out of you. Youâre creaming all over him, your tight cunt only becoming even wetter than before. Taehyung isnât done with you yet - no. He has to have more of you. He hikes you up against the wall fully, your body in his full control. He drills his cock - deeper and deeper, angrily taking you as his.
Taehyung is pissed - absolutely livid. He was never going to live down that Jungkook got to feel this sweet pussy before him. How he got the chance to feel you cum around him, squeeze in his cock in such a heavenly embrace.
Taehyung is so livid that he cums right in you, so deep and so much. He trembles, forehead slamming against your neck and letting out such whiny groans that you find endearing.
Jungkook, on the other side of the glass, doesnât. His eyes are hard and fiery as Taehyungâs was. Neither of you notice at first, not until he slams his knuckles against said glass. âNo fair!â he grumbles. âI didnât get to cum in her!â
You bite your lip, adrenaline flowing through you. Youâre sure you ignited a competition between both friends - one that you were going to be the receiving end of.
jungkook x you (femreader) | blurb
summ. â your body is aching and kook has the remedy.
genre â smut, est. relationship
masterlist
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âYou smell sooo good, Kooook.âÂ
âHave you lost your mind? I just got back from a run,â He laughed, fending off your grabby hands as he tried to grab a cold water from the fridge.Â
Maybe you needed one too, he thought.
âMaybe I have lost my mind," You tutted and snatched the water from his grasp, gently placing it on the counter, âBut I need you.âÂ
It really should've been embarrassing being that desperate, in hindsight it probably was, but you knew your boyfriend â you knew how much he loved to be needed. And by the way those doe eyes you'd fallen in love with many moons ago widened and that smirk tickled his perfectly shaped lips, he knew what you were hinting.
âIt's that time of the month again!?âÂ
It always came around too quickly for his liking, and yours.
âItâs so baaaad,â You whined and dramatically threw your head back, gripping tightly onto the loose work-out top hanging from his shoulders. God, he looked delicious in that top.
Jungkook rested his hands on your waist with a sweet smile, thumbs gently rubbing your hips, âWhat do you need, baby? Because I'm not offering sex and getting rejected again â my ego canât take it.â
You scoffed, âThat was last night and you know what Iâm like â sometimes I donât know what I want but right now I need you to just... I dunno, touch me I guess,â Your voice was low and meek compared to your usual tone.
But Jungkook understood. âWhat hurts?â He asked gently, pressing soft kisses to your flushed cheeks.Â
âEverything,â You sighed, melting into his touch.
âHere?â He asked tentatively as his hands slipped under the sheer shirt youâd thrown on, slowly travelling up to your bare chest.Â
You nodded, pliantly arching into his warm palms, âNo bra? Hurts too much, huh?â He whispered, fingertips smoothing over your sensitive swells. Every movement laced in pleasure and pain.
âBe gentle,â You moaned back, eyes closed as his lips nipped at your neck.Â
âWhen am I not?â He asked cheekily, you could hear it in his voice.Â
âI can think of a few times⊠Jesus, that feels incredible.âÂ
âMy name is Jeongguk,â He quipped back before giving you a toe-curling kiss, groaning when your fingers slipped into his tangled curls.
âShut up,â You murmured against his lips as his fingertips gently brushed across your swollen nubs, earning him a deep moan and a sigh of relief.Â
His hands were warm and soft but calloused in all the right places. And he knew you like the back of them; like a maestro performing the sweetest of symphonies. He knew what you liked, how much pressure you needed to really feel it â he knew when to slide up your shirt and give you extra attention with his perfect mouth. The small whimpers from above encouraged him, the little whines every time he lapped with the wet tip of his tongue and he knew when you needed more.
Jungkook knew how far to push when you were like this â sore, swollen and achey. He couldnât stop staring at them at dinner last night, or this morning when he woke up to you sprawled out in bed, uninhibited by a bra. And fuck did it turn him on, imagining what they may look like if someday, he was lucky enough to put a baby in you.Â
âKook, your mouth feels so good,â You whimpered, barely making a sound.Â
âThink you can come just from this?â He asked, eyes coming up and boring into yours as his slick thumbs worked you over, pace quickening.
âI thinkâ yeah.. maybe, shit â no, I need more, baby.â
âIâve got you.âÂ
Jungkook's voice was gravelled as he alternated between each nipple with a pop, tongue flickering against the sensitive nubs while he steadied you against the kitchen island, knees trembling. His skilful fingers dipped down to your underwear, smoothing over your cotton covered clit so perfectly.
âFuuuâck,â You sighed, fingers still deeply entrenched in his messy curls as your body shook. The high built and washed over you slowly, like a soft crescendo â moan after moan slipping from your bitten lips, teetering over the edge.Â
Jungkook's hands came up to cradle your chest while you came down from the clouds, pressing soft kisses to the swells of your breasts and trailing up to your neck, âHow do you feel now?â
âRelaaaaxed,â You sighed, grasping his blushing cheeks in your shaky palms and giving him a sweet kiss.Â
âGood,â He nodded with a proud smile before giving you a gentle smack on the backside, âNow come and have a shower with me because I smell.â
âAnd you're so hardâŠâ You teased with a playful smile and a glance towards the mouth-watering outline in his stupidly tight cotton gym shorts.
Jungkook hummed and lovingly pushed you towards the bathroom, âAnd whose fault is that, huh?âÂ
âI wouldnât have a clue.â
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a/n â took a short side quest for a spicy jungkook blurb. this is one of my faves.
Tags: explicit sexual content, switch!jungkookđ€€, the duality is crazy, blowjob, curvy dick, she calls herself his fuck toy, no gagging(period), slapping her face with his COWK, hes ROUGHHCHFJJD(a lil bit), he just slapped her face omg, tears, cum swallowing
Mdni 18+
The sound of the running water echoed quietly through the bathroom. Steam gathered quickly, fogging the glass and leaving a thin layer of moisture over the tile. The air is heavy with the scent of vanilla body wash and something very musky, very manly.
Jungkook was standing under the main showerhead, his head bowed down, eyes closed, one forearm braced high against the wet tile. Water slides down the hard lines of his chest, over the defined ridges of his abs, tracing the deep lines of the V-lines that point down where you kneel.
Youâre on your knees on the textured shower floor, the heat of the water spattering your back and shoulders. The sight of his cock, thick and fully erect, curving proudly upward his hard, trembling stomach. A pearl of precum leaks from his pink tip, glistening even in the fogged air. It makes your mouth water.
âPlease..â he whispered, voice barely audible over the steamy rush of water. He leans back against the tile behind, arching his abdomen towards your face, as he gazed down with a pleading eyes, desperate for the feeling of your mouth on him.
Although, you very much enjoy edging and teasing Jungkook to submission, but youâre very desperate for his taste as well. You donât wanna wait longer, so you lean forward and take him into your mouth in one smooth, deep motion.
A broken, guttural moan tears from his throat, raw and needy. His hands, which were loosely hanging at his sides, planted against the tile behind him, shoulders still resting against the wall. His knuckles turn white. His hips arch towards you, rutting his hips into your mouth, yielding to the sensation, as if your mouth is a gravity he cannot and does not want to resist.
You let him move into your mouth, establishing a rhythm thatâs relentless, hungry, and needy. Hes a whimpering mess. Hes so loud, keening moans and words barely coherent slipping out of his mouth. His eyes are trying so hard to stay open, but the sensation is driving him wild. Your mouth feels so heavenly.
âMmh..ah yesyesyesyesyes-â his breathing so heavy and hot, it sends a electric, warm sensation through your core. So you hollow your cheek and suck, hard.
Your head bobs, your lips creating a tight, wet seal as you move back and forth. The sounds are obscenely perfect in the steamy enclosure: the slick, wet pop as you pull off the head, the choked, heavy breaths from above, the low, continuous moan that seems to vibrate from his very core. His legs shaking as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head, your hand holding him still as you nudge the slit with the tip of your tongue.
âStop stop stop stop-â his hands fly off the wall, yanking your head away, âI almost fucking came,â his thighs are trembling violently, chest heaving up and down fiercely. A breathless laugh escaped him, âDonât do that, baby. You know.. i cum.. so fast like that,â breath still heavy between his words.
âMy bad, you taste and sound so good.â You muffled through your squished cheeks, his palms unknowingly holding your face tight, they are trembling with his whole body. Damn, that tongue motion got him so bad, but you need his cock in your mouth again.
âPlease, kook,â you whine, your hands gently parting his away from your cheeks, âfuck my face, use my mouth.â
You move forward again, but this time you nudge his pelvis, peering up at him pleadingly. You want him to completely use you, you want him to own your mouth and fuck it till you pass out.
âOh baby, look at you,â heâs smiling devilishly, fingers threading through your wet hair, nudging you close to him, the other holding his dick up your face, watching your lips parting obediently.
âYou want it?â He teased, slapping his heavy girth against your cheek, âyou wanna taste my cum, donât youâ his voice getting rough, along with the hand in your hair. Fingers tightening, as he gently rock his hips onto your mouth.
âPlease.â His cock sliding back and forth your open lips from the side, laving the hard throbbing veins along his shaft. You love when he is like this; completely owning you, using you how he please. And you take it every time, always happy to be his living fuck toy.
He finally slid his cock inside your mouth in a slow, steady motion. Still sensitive from his tip, moving his hips intentionally. His other hand feeling your neck, as his cock slide in and out of your throat.
âFuck, you feel that?â
Slap!
âAnswer me.â He knows you canât speak, but he wants to feel the vibration of you trying to let out noises with his cock down your throat. So you whimper, a very long moan just to feel his hips shake under your hands.
âThatâs it, keep moaning.â Voice trembling from the sensation, his movement getting faster, rolling his hips so intensely.
His eyes are dark, droopy with lust, glazed and drunk. His mouth wide open, never shy from slipping filthy noises. Hes looking at your face, watching your eyes well up from the overwhelming sensation.
You continued to moan his name around his cock, sensing his orgasm from his heavy chest and the way he trembles, taking the lead and bobbing you head.
âFuck, just like that. Donât stop,â His grip in your hair tightens. âGonna come,â he warns, his voice shaking. âBaby please... gonna cum.â
You hum in answer, the vibration drawing a broken shout from him. You increase the pressure, bobbing faster, your own need coiling tight between your legs, ignored but pulsing with every beat of your heart.
âPlease⊠take me..â god how much you love this part, him whimpering and pleading you to take his cum, his voice getting loud while his hips rutting in tiny, uncontrolled thrusts as he reach his peak. You could cum just from the sight of it.
A hot, bitter flood spills into the back of your throat as he grinds himself deeper, his hips stuttering. You swallow eagerly, taking every drop as he empties himself with broken moans, his body bowing over you.
For a moment, there is only the sound of the shower and his heavy breathing. Then, slowly, he softens in your mouth. You pull off with a final, gentle kiss to the tip.
He looks down at you, utterly spent, his expression a mix of awe and raw hunger. He sinks to his knees in front of you, the water crashing over both of you now. His hands cup your face, kissing you so deeply, his tongue swiping against your wet lips, tasing himself on you.
Need a man whoâs going to hear me being rude and cover my mouth while he whispers in my ear about whatâs going to happen to me when we get home if I donât fix my attitude đ«
Do you think the sub has the right to demand as much aftercare as they want? Like there's gotta be a limit at some point
Yes. I think the sub and dom both have the right to demand as much aftercare as they want. No, I don't think there is a limit at any point. If you don't think you can handle giving your partner as much aftercare as they want you shouldn't be in a dynamic.
