“how do i write good sex scenes” the same way you learn to write anything else you read a lot of it and take a lot of notes. examine. break it apart. what’s being done? how is it being accomplished? what’s not being done? read something good. now read something bad. make a list of why the bad thing was bad. ok now go practice forever
are you actually using ai for the new story 😣😣 there’s a warning on the messages
i’m not!!! i use memi message but for some reason it puts that fuck ass disclaimer at the bottom 😪😪😪 if you use the app, you’ll see it gives you that warning no matter what… sigh
warnings. smut, jungkook giving backshots!!!!, creampie, everyone toxic as hell, jungkook stuffs his cum inside you but won’t be exclusive with you sigh
note. first smau kinda nervous pls go easy on me im trying to strike a good balance between writing + graphics. this one is pretty smut heavy though so enjoy! (pls do not ask what the plot is. the Plot is toxic. the plot is situationship. I Do Not Know). also made an executive decision that Kim Taehyung is also a rapper and JK’s nemesis :D
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The sound of your pussy squelching with each rough thrust fills the room, your pretty little moans haunting his eardrums. He pushes your face deeper into the mattress while his other hand arches your back further. Manicured hands scrunch up your pink bedsheets, plump lips parted in pure ecstasy. “Oh fuck—Kookie, right there. R-right fucking there.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook bends over you, his chest pressed against your spine as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over, until your eyes roll back into your skull. “Feel good, buttercup? Feel how fucking deep I am in your guts?”
“Y-yes!” you whimper, and he feels your legs quiver as you struggle to keep your paw maintained on your knees. “So deep, Kookie. You fit so good inside me.”
Jungkook presses chaste kisses on your shoulder blade, down your back, before tugging on your hair to pull you into a different angle. He knows you, knows exactly what to do to make you wriggle in his arms. Have you trembling, begging for more, pliant under his touch. That’s what happens after months of consistent hookups. Personally, Jungkook has no plans of stopping. Especially not when your moans are the prettiest little things his ears have ever heard, and your pussy tastes like candy to him.
His teeth trace your earlobe as his hips snap into you brutally. With each thrust, your ass claps against him, and the sounds cause his cock to frantically twitch. “Been keeping my place in your bed warm, buttercup?”
“Always!” you whimper. “Don’t stop—‘m so close.”
“Yeah? Does my pretty girl want to cum?” Jungkook releases the hold he has on your hair, pushing you back down onto the mattress until your back is arched just the way he likes it. “C’mon buttercup. Wanna feel your tight pussy cum around me.”
When he looks down, he sees the ring of arousal splattered on his cock, your hole pretty and pink, abused after coaxing multiple orgasms out of you. He arrived to your home like he always did; a little tipsy after drinking with Namjoon and the boys, with the smell of another woman’s cologne on him. He hadn’t made out with anybody tonight, as he reserved that for you. But he might’ve gotten his dick sucked in the bathroom (he doesn’t kiss and tell). Jungkook won’t admit he thought about you the entire time.
“Nghh—fuck, right there.” You scramble for purchase against the sheets, and Jungkook decides he needs to see your face when you cum. It’s the prettiest thing (and he’s seen a lot of pretty things). Your lashes will flutter before squeezing tight, tight, your walls clenching around him repeatedly. If he’s lucky, sometimes you’ll maintain eye contact while you orgasm.
He pulls out quickly, eliciting a gasp from you. Jungkook flips you around onto your back, not wasting another moment before entering you again. “Need to look at my girl when she cums,” he grunts, pushing his full length inside you with no preamble. Your walls immediately tighten around him to accommodate his length. Out of all the women he’s ever had, something about your pussy specifically feels like a drug. Something he keeps relapsing on even though he knows it’s risky.
You reach out to entangle your fingers in his hair, dragging him down for a sloppy kiss he can’t refuse. It’s a mixture of spit and teeth and lips but he doesn’t care, not when his cock is twitching with impending release. He can’t wait to cum inside you like he always does, fill you up and let the cum sit deep inside you. Jungkook can’t get you pregnant, nor does he want that, but goddamn if imagining you full of his seed doesn’t turn him on…
With each rough thrust, your tits bounce, nipples perky and pink. He flicks them with his thumb, disconnecting his lips from yours to meet your eyes that are brimmed with tears. He knows he’s overstimulating you, especially when he already coaxed other orgasms out of you, but he loves how beautiful you look when you can’t take anymore.
Okay, so maybe the red marks on your neck and tits are signs he might’ve gotten too rough. He knows you like it like that, but it also might have something to do with the fact that Chaewon, his #2, was at the club tonight, pissing him off.
She should know her place in his life. Just like you know yours, and you know it damn well. Maybe that’s why he can’t stay away from you.
Jungkook doesn’t really know what washes over him, but his thumb drops to your puffy clit, so fast that you shakily reach down and grab onto his wrist. The tear that was once lingering now falls down your cheek, wet, droopy eyes peering up at him. If he didn’t know you well enough, he would assume you’re looking at him with affection. But that’s not what it is—not even close.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, buttercup. Not giving it to anyone else but me, right?” he sneers.
Shaking your head, you speak between moans, “N-no, not anyone. Ngh—fuck, not since Tae.”
Jungkook’s cock twitches inside you at the mention of his arch-nemesis, Kim Taehyung. Another wannabe rapper who thinks he can measure up to him in any way. Hilarious.
“P-please make me cum, Koo,” you purr, lips swollen and red, nearly bleeding from how much he’s nipped at them.
“When do I not, buttercup?” he smirks, continuing his ministrations against your clit, feeling your walls contract around him, a telltale sign you’re close. His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek as he uses his free hand to grip onto your hip, headboard slamming against the walls of your bedroom.
You’re totally going to yell at him once he’s done—your neighbors have already scolded you numerous times regarding the animalistic sex noises you emit.
He really should take you back to his one of these days.
The silver chain wrapped around his neck hits his chest over and over. Jungkook hooks your leg higher up on his shoulder, finds leverage on one of your ass cheeks and enters you from that position. Your pretty eyes roll back into your head, and tears free fall onto your cheeks, your breasts, the mattress.
“Oh—fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you yelp, raking your nails down his biceps. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Shit–” Jungkook hisses, “I’m gonna cum too, buttercup. Can I cum inside?”
Not like you’ve ever denied him that before, but he’ll ask, just for tonight.
“Y-yes,” you squeal, thighs quivering in his grasp, and then your walls clamp down on him, and he can feel the gush of arousal exiting you and coating his cock. Your pussy always hugs him so tightly, makes him never want to let go. “Fuuuuck,” Your eyes close, mascara beginning to run underneath your eyes. It’s cute you still get dolled up for him when he comes around. Can’t remember the last time another one of his side pieces does that and feels excited by it. Most of the time, his top 5 wears matching sets from Fashion Nova and a full beat of makeup, but not you. Always his perfect doll with a minimal makeup routine.
The sight of you cumming always makes Jungkook’s thoughts muddled. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cum, baby,” Jungkook groans before he slams into you in and out, repeating the motion over and over again until his thighs shake. Then, he rams his cock deeper—as if that’s even possible—and shoots his cum into your weeping hole, ensuring it’ll stick even when he pulls out. He collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.
Your body is still shaking with the aftermath of your orgasm, and you try to find some form of relief by digging your hands in his locks, playing with the brunette tresses. Fuck, if he could, he would live inside you forever.
After a few moments of his cock softening inside you, he finally pulls out. Jungkook lifts your legs in the air and you immediately squeal, “Koo! What are you doing?”
“Shh,” he smirks. “Gotta make sure it sticks, buttercup. So next time you fuck someone, I’ll still be inside you.”
“Kookie…” you scold, but he knows your pretty little lips could never hurt him. “I told you, I only let other guys eat me out. No one else fucks me beside you “
He tsks. These days, even that feels like too much for him. “What, am I not doing it good enough for you?”
He tilts your legs backward, watching as his seed disappears into your hole entirely. He plugs his finger, trying to shove as much of it back in as he can. None of it is scientifically accurate, but that’s neither here nor there. He hopes the next guy who eats you out tastes his cum, even if it’s weeks later.
“You are, but you’re not always here.”
A simple sentence, that when stated, reminds him of the nature of your relationship. You both know what this is. He doesn’t want to change it, but sometimes, you really do strike his nerves when you bring it up every fucking five minutes.
“As long as it’s not Tae, buttercup.”
“Well, are you still fucking Chaewon?” you ask innocently.
Shit.
Slowly, he places your legs back down on the bed, and you peer up at him expectantly. You know what the answer is—this has been the main theme of your “arguments,” as much as an argument can be as two people who aren’t together are entitled to argue about who the other is seeing.
He hesitates, and you move backward to rest your head against your silk pillow. “Sometimes.”
You shrug. “Okay.”
“…Okay?”
“Mhm.”
You cross your legs, hiding your perfect vagina from him. God, you’re secretly torturing him.
“That’s all?”
“Kookie,” you exasperatedly sigh. “What else do you want me to say?”
“You asked me, buttercup.”
His cock twitches from where he sits. He almost wants to scold it like an untrained dog, because he really needs to stop getting turned on when you get in these attitudes.
“You said I can’t see Tae.” Standing up, you pad over to your closet, putting on your pink robe. Why are you hiding your pretty tits from him? Can’t he see?
He pouts as you sit back on the bed, already reaching forward to undo the robe a little. You smack his hand away. “Don’t be like this.”
Your eyebrows lift. “Kookie, I’m just being honest.”
“So am I.” If you won’t show yourself to him, he won’t either. He begins putting his Calvin Klein boxers on, letting the band snap around his waist. “Chaewon doesn’t mean anything.”
“Neither does Tae.”
“Different,” he hums, falling back on the bed.
You cock your head. “How?”
“Because I fucking hate him.”
A giggle escapes you. “That’s not my problem, Kookie.”
He decides to change the topic, because if he has to be reminded that Kim Taehyung exists again, he might bomb your Gangnam apartment. “You still coming to next week’s show? Got you a VIP pass.”
Jungkook plays with the ropes around your robe as you pretend to be deep in thought. “Probably. Can you ask Seokjinnie if he can stock those strawberry lemonades in your green room again?”
“Of course,” he smiles. “Now, can you stop hiding your pretty tits from me? I can’t see my girl?”
You swat his hands again, pushing his shoulder lightly. What the fuck. “Stop it, Kookie. I need to go to bed soon. I don’t have time for another round.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Unfortunately, his cock doesn’t want to go to bed. It wants to be buried inside you until your moans fill the room, your sweet cum drenching his cock.
He relents, dropping his hands from the tie of your robe. “Fine.”
“Thank you, baby.” You bat your lashes, caressing his bulky thigh before relaxing back against your pillows.
“C’mere, though.” Jungkook moves to sit next to you on the bed, making himself cozy under the pink frilly blanket.
You level him with a suspicious look. “Why?”
Jungkook huffs. “Why do you ask so many fucking questions?” He catches you around the waist the second he’s close enough and pulls you against him, ignoring your little noise of protest. You smell like strawberry vanilla, the familiar perfume that haunts his senses, and he buries his face against your shoulder to ensure it’s instilled in his bloodstream before he has to leave.
“Kookie,” you complain through a laugh. “You agreed to let me sleep.”
“I’m not doing ‘nuffin,” he speaks against your skin.
“You’re being clingy tonight. Was Sinkhole not fun?”
As always, it was fine. Namjoon bought a bunch of bottles, invited some girls to the section. Jungkook ran into a few girls from his roster, let a girl go down on him, but overall, it was a tame night.
On your nightstand, his phone buzzes, interrupting his response. Realistically, it could be one of his friends, his manager, or his producer.
It buzzes again, and this time, you glance toward it. “That might be Chaewon.”
Jungkook tightens his arm around you. Or that. It could be her. Or #3, #4, #5, and so on…
“Let’s go to sleep, buttercup.”
You giggle, settling comfortably against his sculpted chest. “You’re staying?”
His phone buzzes again, but he barely spares it a passing glance. Jungkook just nuzzles his face into your neck, covering you with the warm blanket. “Obviously.”
not you making a reader who is a sissy sweet girl….of course you and seokbite are friends you’re both fetishers who make jk a big alpha male and the reader a baby girl. weird and it’s probably going to be Ai slop.
Yup! you got it queen 😋😋😋😋🩷🩷🩷 on my way to put my prompt into ChatGPT and use up allllll the water in the world to ensure my fic is perfect!!!! just the way i like it :D
clearly, if you had half of a fucking brain cell, you would’ve read the note that stated that infantilizing femininity is actually SUPER FUCKING WEIRDOOO!!! love that your whole argument is ‘feminine = infantile’ and yet… you think i’m the one with the concerning worldview.
yes! he’s a solo rapper, namjoon is his best friend who is also a rapper. his manager is kim seokjin, who actually discovered him during an underground rap battle. 🙂↕️
“JUNGKOOK: MUSIC’S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND ITS MOST NOTORIOUS HEARTBREAKER?” — Rolling Stone
“THE WOMANIZER OF THE CENTURY: INSIDE JUNGKOOK’S VERY, VERY BUSY LITTLE BLACK BOOK.” — GQ
“MODELS, ACTRESSES, INFLUENCERS: A LOOK INTO HOW MANY WOMEN HAS JUNGKOOK BEEN LINKED TO!” —Cosmopolitan
“ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER MYSTERY WOMAN: JUNGKOOK SPOTTED LEAVING SEOUL HOTSPOT AT 3 A.M.” — TMZ
“NO STRINGS, NO LABELS: WHY JUNGKOOK SAYS MARRIAGE ‘ISN’T FOR HIM’” — Vanity Fair
SUMMARY. JK: the womanizer, Seoul’s community mattress, the hottest rapper on the scene. Jeon Jungkook has a lot of women, enough that he’s taken to ranking them. You’ve never minded sharing things. Just as long as your name stays exactly where it’s always been: first place.
pairing. rapper!jungkook x girlypop!oc
word count. tbd
warnings/genre. situationship au, toxic fwb (but really it’s jungkook being toxic af), slight angst, HEAVY AMOUNTS OF SMUT!!! mdni. alcohol consumption, partying, drug use, jungkook is the woat.
note. walk with me…….. this might be the hottest idea i’ve ever cooked up in my brain because toxic rapper jungkook with groupies BYEJEKRJFNFNFFM. we have lost the plot with situationship au’s so i need to show yall how a true hustler does it.. 🥱 this will not be romantic in the slightest + jungkook nor oc are morally superior but we persevere! this will also be half smau/half written (something new for me!) sooo i’m open to feedback!!
lastly, oc has a girlypop/pink personality and yes she owns a rabbit plushie (mine’s real too, don’t worry about it). what we are not doing today is the whole ‘liking soft/girly things = childlike = therefore jk liking her is Weird pipeline!!! pls do not infantilize femininity and then blame my oc for it xoxo. she’s also a working woman who models for multiple companies. and graduated from college. so that’s her lore. thank u xx
