➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.
➵ pairing : taehyung x reader
➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 6.6k
➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)
➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev 💓 enjoy lovelies :)
➵ song : “work out” by j. cole
God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.
And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.
And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.
muses. bodyguard!namjoon + princess!reader
words. 1.4k+
contains. smut, angst, stupid mistakes
notices. explicit sexual content, 18+
entry. this is pretty self-indulgent, really just an excuse to write angsty smut. enjoy!
Erratic creaking of the bed echoed through the room - another sleepless night for Jungkook. As his eyes fluttered open he couldn't help but notice the serene wave of heat boiling in his chest, shivering all the way down between his legs.
Lifting his blanket, he groaned seeing his morning wood. Tugging on his sweats, he slowly turned to where you were - sleeping over for the night after a dinner party between your families had gone quite late.
He nuzzled against the nape of your neck, inhaling your sweet warmth as his arms found their way around your unsuspecting frame. He couldn't help the soft groans leaving his lips, you just felt so right pressed up against him.
He jerked his hips slowly, angling himself to press his throbbing bulge into the crack of your ass, desperate for the friction. Rolling his hips deep, he sighed with temporary relief. His large hands made their way down to your hips, holding you back against him as he began to rut himself lightly.
It felt so good, pleasure shooting up his core, and yet so fucking unsatisfying at the same time. Heat coiled within him and yet, it only made him more hungry for your skin.
"M-mmph" His tone was irritated, as his hips bucked wildly into you. He wanted more - he needed more. "I w-want you"
His fingers slipped under your shirt, trailing up until they wrapped around your bare breasts, pinching at your nipples. You whined at the sudden act, eyes fluttering open as you woke.
"Koo" You mumbled tiredly, tilting your head back towards the warmth of his breath. You could feel his lips on your neck, lightly placing soft kisses along your veins.
"T-take it off" Jungkook pleaded, caressing your chest sensually. Hands tugging and pushing at the soft mounds, enjoying the way you arched your back into his touch, driving your ass further onto him.
"Y/n," His voice grew more stern. More impatient. "I said, take it off" A low growl vibrated through you.
Hooking your fingers beneath your waistband, you slid off your pajamas. Just as you were about to discard your white cotton panties, Jungkook's hand covered yours - stopping you in your tracks.
"What?" You whispered, unable to see the boy as he pecked at the bottom of your jaw. His lips trailed over your cheeks.
"Leave it" He sighed. You felt him smile against your skin, "Wanna fuck you with it on" His hand left your breast, now cupping the round of your ass, squeezing it playfuly before leaving a soft smack against your skin. His finger tugged the band at your hip, stretching it out only to let it snap back onto you. His eyes widened, loving the way the vibrations traveled through the tender flesh.
"Oh f-fuck" Jungkook couldn't hold back any longer. Dragging his finger down to your clothed heat, he scooped aside the cloth, nudging the swollen tip of his cock against your hole. Unknowingly, his other hand made it's way around your neck, holding you steady as he sank into you deeper. Stretching you out, filling you all the way up.
Once he was snug into you, he released the cloth, the pressure hitting against him. The sight stirred something within him. You looked so fucking sexy like that.
Impatiently, he tugged away the remaining blanket from over your body so he could see you fully, curled up with his cock stuffed deep in you. Eyes glued to your ass, he began thrusting, dragging out his length only to slam it back tightly. The bedsprings protested, creaking loudly.
"Jungkook" You scolded, "Slow down or we're gonna get in trouble"
But Jungkook couldn't. It was wrong of you to even ask, how was he supposed to go easy on you when you were taking him so fucking well?
"I c-can't" Pistoning furiously against you, he still wanted to feel you even deeper. He was insatiable, ravenous, wanting to completely lose himself in the ecstacy of your body. His hand landed harshly against you thigh, cupping it to hook it over his elbow, pushing apart your legs. His pace quickened. The bed was practically screaming at this point, rocking in rhythm to Jungkook's feverish hip thrusts.
"Jungkook?" Jungkook felt you stiffen at the sound of his mother's voice down the hall. "Everything okay?"
You turned, finally looking into his eyes - seeing how blasted they were, almost delirious with sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Stop" You warned, but Jungkook clenched his jaw, shaking his head.
"N-no," His hand tightened around your neck, holding your head back against him, "I'm so close. I'm so fucking close, just, l-let me do this."
"Jungkook-"
"Shut up" He snapped, covering your mouth as he lifted your leg up even higher. His length slamming into you over and over again, hitting you deep in your core, hips railing against yours. "I don't care if we get caught" He gasped, breathless, "I dont care, I d-don't care I just want you, nothing else m-matters"
"W-wanna cum, Y/n, please I wanna cum so bad, so fucking bad" Tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes as he approached his high. He couldn't care less how noisy he was being as he suddenly scooped you up, and forced your head down into the pillow. His other hand steadying your ass as he fucked into you again from behind, now on his knees, the edge of his sweats brushing against your thighs.
He leaned down, teeth grazing against your ears. "I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry okay, I'm almost d-done I swear, just, fuck you feel so g-good, j-just let me h-have you"
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: enemies to lovers au, non-idol au, annoying!jungkook
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Jungkook sends you a text at 1am wanting more of you but you pretend to ignore him until the memories of his taste become too much.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Uhm this is absolutely disgusting no plot at all it’s literally just fucking…sexting, dirty talk, y/n sends a video while using Jungkooks dildo, doggy, rough sex, begging, Jungkook fat cock syndrome, brat, cussing, cum play, unprotected sex(this is fiction be smart besties) that’s it
‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 3.6k
A/n: im gonna say it…Jungkook in that tanktop tattoos exposed was not good for me this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever written but also I think my best smut yet I don’t think I’ll be able to write smut for a while because I used all my own inner slut for this
Part 2 to my Merry Kinkmas drabble
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You’ve tried ignoring the constant vibration of your phone against your nightstand but it was getting too annoying. Especially because you knew exactly who it was without looking, but you don’t want to face Jungkook right now. Not after what happened last time you saw him.
“Can't wait to cum all over that pretty mouth.”
His words from the other night ring dangerously in your mind like an alarm that won’t stop. It melts any idea of sleep from your body and replaces it with the need to be split open. You groan and toss around your bed until your hand finds your phone.
Jungkook:
Y/n
Jungkook:
Baby
You cringe at the word baby, you loved pet names but coming from him made them feel entirely different, almost like it’s a sin.
You:
Leave me alone 🖕🏽
Jungkook:
Oh baby don’t hurt my feelings again 💔
Jungkook:
Unless you want to make it up to me like last time
You shuttered, feeling heat spreading throughout your body at the mention of last time. Your knees are still healing from the bruises and rug burn that decorated them. You lick your lips, the taste of his cum and your spit mixed together lingered on them. The ghost of his hands gripping your neck after having just fucked your throat raw prickle your skin with goosebumps.
It was a complete moment of weakness but you can’t say you regret it.
You close your eyes, fingers mindlessly skimmed against the supple skin of your stomach as you replay everything.
•••••
Jungkook stood by you, bare cock grinding on your thigh as he whined against your neck. He was absolutely hurt that you didn’t like his gift even after proving that it was, in fact, his beautiful, hard, blushing cock that he cloned. He pouted and held it in his hand, stroking it and eagerly showing you how painful it was. He was convinced that cumming down your throat would definitely make him feel better after having his feelings hurt since he worked so hard being your secret Santa. You rolled your eyes, this was why he was the baby of the group and why he got everything he wanted.
But you weren’t going to give in, absolutely not.
There was no way you could give in to this brat, not even after he collected a drop of his precum and sinfully licked it off of his finger.
Fuck, why did he have to be so sexy!?
Your facade was breaking since you loved it a little messy and he just had to lick his own cum off his finger. You look away when you see him taking his shirt off, goddamn was he sexy, but it snaps something in you. Next thing you know, you're practically melting to your knees in front of him. Jungkook smirked, loving the way you parted your lips for his cock, he rubbed his tip against your outstretched tongue, too excited to feel your apology.
•••••
The vibration of your phone brought you back to your senses. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling wet and miserably empty.
Jungkook:
Baby don’t tell me you fell asleep on me?
You:
Don’t call me baby
Jungkook:
You didn’t seem to mind it when you were swallowing my cock 🤔
You:
What do you want Jungkook?
Jungkook:
Can’t sleep:(
You:
Okay? How is that my problem?
Jungkook:
It’s not your problem but you can be the solution
You:
And how am I the solution?
Jungkook:
Easy
Jungkook:
Let me see that pretty pussy 😋
Jungkook:
Send me a video of you playing with my gift 🎥
You blush, totally expecting him to be this crude but it still caught you off guard. You look over at your nightstand, his gift tucked away in the drawer, easy access for whenever you’re desperate enough. You snort and angrily type back.
You:
Fuck you! I’m not doing that!
Jungkook:
Don’t be mean to me :(
Jungkook:
Doesn't even have to be a long video just wanna see your pussy
Jungkook:
I’ll reward you with a little taste of my cock baby remember how much you liked it?
Jungkook:
Let you suck on it whenever you want I won’t even cum
Jungkook:
You like that kind of thing don’t you? Just having it in your mouth?
Fuck him, how did he know that? You did like it a lot, definitely a lot more than you should have after having his. But it’s not your fault, his dick just tasted differently, you loved the heady taste as perverted as that makes you. You’re considering his offer, lust fully taken over, it would please your oral fixation getting just a tiny taste. And you do trust him enough not to share it with anyone, plus you miss his dick.
You:
Fine but you have to delete it right after otherwise I’m going to bite your dick off
Jungkook:
Fuck yea
Jungkook:
Thank you my little Angel 💞 I’ll cum loads in your honor 😘
You don’t know what you just agreed to, but you did it and you weren’t someone to go back on your word. You quickly change into frilly panties and a loose shirt, you also gave your hair a quick fix before grabbing the dildo where it waits for you.
You say a little prayer before turning on your fairy lights, you change the color so it’s baby blue, his favorite. You then put your phone on your nightstand facing you and making sure it captures everything perfectly. Hitting record with shaky fingers flipped a switch in you, your facade was easy to play into. You smile into the camera before flipping it off, turning around so your pretty pink panties came into view. You’ve seen enough pornos to know how to arch your back and teasingly pull your panties down. Not all the way down, just so Jungkook could see your pussy and the wet patch it left.
You spit on your fingers and reach behind you to wet yourself, not that it needed it but it was for visual aesthetic. You spread your lips and tease your hole until you’re begging yourself to give you relief. As your fingertips play with your entrance your other hand looks for the dildo. You quickly spread your legs so the stretch won’t be as rough, and you glide it against your core. You moan Jungkook’s name, making sure you use your filthiest voice.
When you feel the dildo wet enough you push it against your entrance. The stretch stings but you tease yourself with the tip coaxing yourself to let more in. You moan again, this time his name is said in a whiny tone, begging for him. Once it’s buried to the hilt, you show him how he’d look snuggled inside you. You begin thrusting it slowly, making sure to moan softly so he can hear the sounds of your wet pussy around it.
You sit up, holding the dildo down so you can ride peacefully. It was a little hard to do but all worth it when it practically hits your cervix. You’re quickly tired from this position so you roll on your back, legs spreading and twitching when you fuck yourself again. Your fingers play with your nipples under your shirt, you arch your back feeling your edge coming sooner than you thought.
But you weren’t going to give him the treat of seeing you cum.
Your shaky fingers grab your phone so you can get a closer look of how much it’s stretching you open. You film your sweaty body but end the video right after you lift your shirt up. You’re smiling too much as you type your message and send it to Jungkook. You continue playing with yourself satisfied and ready to chase your climax.
You:
{video attachment}
You:
Have fun with that you little brat
Despite your insult you’re in too deep to stop fucking yourself, the tip of the dildo feels too good hitting all your weak spots, but it’s not enough. You imagine his actual cock could do better at reaching those spots, leaking and rubbing against your walls in the most crude way possible. You moan and pick up the pace until it starts to sting, but you've always been one to like a little plain in your pleasure.
Your phone vibrates again, you forgot about the video you sent, too lost in finding your pleasure. You move so you’re on your tummy, dildo still snug inside you as you shift your leg to open yourself up again. Shaky fingers grab your phone so you can see the destruction left behind by your glorious cunt.
Jungkook:
What the fuck
Jungkook:
Fuck you’re so hot
Jungkook:
I swear you’re so fucking hot
Jungkook:
Pussy so pretty it loves my cock 😍
His texts stop coming for a minute, presumably to satisfy himself. You almost start working towards your own finish again but the texts flood your phone very annoyingly. You grunt before checking them.
Jungkook:
Oj fuxk
Jungkook:
Fuckijg mosnuing my namr
Jungkook:
Domt fucjng do bgat
Jungkook:
Answe mu cakk NWO
You panic when you feel your phone vibrate, you didn’t think he would actually call. Yet his name kept popping up until you hesitantly answer it. You’re met with the sound of Jungkook moaning, you almost choke on your spit, completely forgetting how gorgeous he sounded.
“I can’t fucking cum,” He’s breathing hard and growling out his words,” I want to fuck you— oh my god y/n, let me fuck your pretty cunt open.”
You stay silent, too focused on the sound of his hand slapping against his hips and the vulgarity of his words. He’s never sounded so desperate before, it made you stop your own desperation to cum just to listen to him.
“Baby give me more.” He moans his curses and begging.
“W-What more do you want?” You swallow the lump in your throat but he’s suddenly quiet. You can only hear shuffling and more grunting.
“I want to cum all over your pussy y/n.” Jungkook huffs but his whine was enough that blank your mind.
Your lips move without much thinking, you don’t care at this point, you want to feel him fill you to the brim. Fucking you so hard you can’t form any proper words. The dildo he made doesn’t satisfy you as much as the real thing would. You want to feel the pulse of his cock, the warmth of it pounding into you.
“Then come.” You end the phone call before you regret it. You let him take it as it is, he can cum or he can come. Either way you’ll be waiting, but in the meantime you think you’ll keep yourself busy with your new favorite toy.
You’re almost half asleep having already reached your climax but the sudden knocking on your door jolted you awake. The knocks are frantic and loud, you know exactly who it is but you’ll play dumb for the thrill of it. You wrap your flimsy robe that does little to hide your naked body underneath but you know he'll appreciate it.
You quickly make your way to your door, heart hammering in your chest with every step. You’re feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement thinking of what he was going to do. The knocks are louder now, almost pounding. You open the door and hiss for him to quiet down but what you’re met with floods your body with lust.
Jungkook’s breathing hard, hand on the door frame as he takes in your figure and what you’re wearing. He’s trying to catch his breath but you’re not helping at all with your sheer robe. He can see your pretty tits and nipples that beg for his attention, but he wants to see the cunt that cries for him with no barriers.
You’re smirking, eyeing him up and down, he can’t get any sexier than now wearing sweats and a muscle tee. His tattoos are all on display for your lustful eyes and it takes everything in you not to lick all over his muscular arms.
“You really must not get any pussy if you want mine this badly—“
“Stop talking—“ He shuts you up with his lips, the door is easily shut behind him. Hiding everything that was about to happen, not a care in the world, right now it’s just you and him. The kiss was messy, tongues gliding against each other just how you like it. Jungkook’s hands touch whatever skin he can grip, they lewdly cup your ass until you whine against his lips. You feel him smirk but he’s more focused on trying to get to your bedroom before he breaks down and fucks you right there at the entrance of your apartment.
You’re bumping into everything, kisses too rough and hypnotizing to care about the fallen frames and books. You eventually get him into your room where he unties your robe and eyes the body he’s been hungry for. But Jungkook is impatient, he pushes you on your bed and takes his shirt off. You’re quick to untie his sweats and free his rock hard erection from its restraints. Your hand squeezes the tip before wrapping your mouth around it, lightly sucking just to memorize its taste.
You distract him from fully taking his sweats off when you start bobbing your head. He motions for you to undress from your robe before you can get any more of his cock into your mouth. Any other day he would gladly cum on your tongue but right now he won’t cum unless it’s on your cunt.
He pushes you to lay down, hands behind your thighs to spread them open. Jungkook bends down and slowly swipes the flat of his tongue against your sticky slit. He limits himself to one sinful lick otherwise he'll be attached to you all night. Jungkook quickly pulls away and hovers over you, eyes dark and frantic but promising.
“Another day baby I promise,” He traps your lips in a heated kiss,” fucking promise I’ll eat you out until you’re crying.”
He angles his hip so his tip pokes your clenching entrance. It’s too much teasing for you, you’ve already felt how his length fits in you, you’re dying for the real thing.
“Ok ok just hurry up,” You pitifully whine, wrapping your legs around his hips trying to pull him inside you,” fuck me already—“
You don’t need to beg, he wants it just as bad as you do, if not more. Jungkook leans his hips to let his cock sink into you. He moans when he feels your walls recognize his shape, swallowing him back in with a wet welcome. He wastes no time and starts pounding into you, you moan a little too loud but his cock is worth the scolds you’ll get from neighbors.
Jungkook fucks you too desperatly, too dirty, too needy. He still hasn’t even taken his sweats off because of his desperation to feel your tight cunt around him. They rest on his thighs but he’s too focused on rutting into you to care. Jungkook meant to savor every bit of you but his cock has a mind of its own, it slips in and out of you with ease. You’re ridiculously wet and perfectly tight, it makes him go stupid with pleasure.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” He grunts in your ear,” Fucking love your pussy—“
“Jungkook—“ He kisses bruises into the skin of your neck, marking what’s his for anyone to see.
“You like my cock baby?”
“Yes, Yes I love it,” His hips rock into you harder, making your eyes roll back from the sting,” I love it Jungkook—“
“It’s all yours baby,” He speaks the truth, Jungkook has always been yours. He’s just waiting for the day you realize you’re his.
The room is filled with moans, skin slapping and the awful squeaking of your bed, but that doesn’t stop you from asking for more.
“Fuck me harder,” You’re begging as if he was the only means to your pleasure,” God, Jungkook, make it hurt—“
“You want me to make it hurt?” He repeats your words just to hear you scream.
“Yes!”
And he does exactly what you want, how could he say no when you’re clawing his back so desperately?
Jungkook pulls out and finally gets rid of his pants before flipping you over to have you on your knees. He grabs your softest pillow and places it in front of you before shoving your face into it. You squeal but you love the way he’s using you so roughly, it’s your every fantasy come true.
You wiggle your hips but he’s not having any of that and he says it with the heavy hand that slaps the supple flesh. You yelp as he moves on, hands gripping your waist tightly as if you’d try to escape. You feel his dick on your thigh, leaving a delicious trace of precum you much rather would have licked off. But he doesn’t let you imagine the taste since he’s fucking himself back into you.
Jungkook holds your arm behind you, fingers gripping on to your wrist while he feels your nails dig into his. Quick pumps of his hips slap against your ass, he’s fucking you so hard you cry out with each thrust. He loves hearing your moans though, they’re like a melody Jungkook could fuck to the rhythm of forever.
“Jun-Jungkook— I’m gonna cum—“ You arch your back to let him reach deeper into you.
“Cum then baby.” He leans over you, tattooed hand wrapped around your neck, just because he can, while his other hand snakes between your legs to pinch your clit. You cry out again, surprised but it was all you needed to have your muscles tighten and clenching around him as you reach your peak. You grip the sheets and repeatedly moan his name like a prayer on your tongue.
He slows down his pace and grinds his thickness into you to help you ride your high. He kisses your shoulder and calls you a good baby girl until his lips lock with yours. It’s a sweet kiss that you’ll overthink about, it’s too intimate but you crave it. Jungkook pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose, your cheek and your brow before smiling.
“My turn,” He slaps your ass and leans up again, he means business now,” I’m gonna make this pussy mine.”
He gave no other warning besides his hands on your waist. But one buck of his hips was all you needed to know that he was desperately holding back before. He’s set a merciless rhythm, cock throbbing as your pussy sucked him back in. He’s close, you can tell since his nails are digging into your hips, just like they did when he held your wrists as he released on your tongue the other day.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this Y/n,” Jungkook grunts as he feels his edge,” dreamt about this cunt for so long, now it’s all mine.”
You nod your head, too tired to fight him on this and maybe because you’re ok with the idea of being his toy. If this is how he fucks, you really don’t mind. His hips stutter when he feels you take his hand to grasp your breast, making him roughly squeeze it. Jungkook feels you tighten around him, almost hindering his movement, but that doesn’t stop him.
You clench to help him reach his high, your fingers moving his to play with your nipple. Jungkook pulls his hand away so he can pull out and fist his aching girth. Choked whines accompany squirting cum that lands wherever it wants, some land on your ass and some on your swollen cunt. It was too beautiful for Jungkook to stay away from so his fingers stroke your lips to smother his cum into your clit. He won’t fuck it into you but he’ll enjoy the way you tremble and smother your face in your pillow.
You swat his hand away and finally let your body slump in your bed. You close your eyes, way more than satisfied, worn out, but happy you got tossed around. Jungkook recollects himself, he watches your sleepy figure and chuckles. He let himself go a little hard so now he has to deal with the aftermath all on his own. He gets up to look for anything to clean you with, he makes sure to use soft hands since your skin was already irritated from him. He looks for his clothes and folds them neatly since he doesn’t like wrinkles. Jungkook puts your own clothes in your hamper and is about to tuck you in but you suddenly grab his wrist, thinking he was going to leave.
But you weren’t going to let him leave now, no way is he getting away with fucking you like that without treating you to breakfast.
“Oh no, you’re making me breakfast brat.” It’s the last thing you say before your eyelashes flutter shut. Jungkook shakes his head before slipping next to you to pull you into his arms, face buried in your hair like he was made to be there. He sighs blissfully, he wasn’t planning on leaving, you’re not getting rid of him so easily. So he’ll gladly make you breakfast.
Maybe he’ll get another taste of you while he’s at it.
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Requests open✨
Uhmm please take this gift as an apology for not finishing Kissing Snowflakes, it’s not turning out how I want and becoming too mushy !! I’ll have it done soon 🫰🏽
Also please Im literally begging, send me and ask, tell me how you like it, if you’d like to see more !! I really want to know what you guys think!!
Love, Che~
Taglist if I took you off but you had interacted to merry kinkmas pls lmk and I’ll add you back on!!
✨ warnings: top jungkook, bottom taehyung, discussion of switching, oh my god, they were roommates, pain kink, descriptions of giving body piercings & using play needles, mention of blood, oral sex, anal play, anal sex, dirty talk, praising, cockwarming
✨ beta read by @neoneunnajimin
✨ posted april 2022 | read on ao3
Jungkook braces his hands on the bathroom sink, knuckles turning white and vision blurring out before coming back in clearly. He hisses, feeling the sting of the needle, watching as a drop of blood hits the composite granite and bursts, trailing in different directions along water streaks, flowing mostly downward, toward the drain. Jungkook’s eyes trail slowly up from the sink to the wall, looking at his chest in the mirror, his throat, his chin, his mouth. Jungkook’s breath hitches at the sight of the hollow needle sticking from his lip, long and sharp and leaking one more fat drop of blood down to the sink below.
(thank you, @dearlyjoonie for the cute little banner!!)
Pairing: boyfriend!jk x reader
Genre: smut!!! (18+), established relationship, zero plot just sex.
Word Count: 841
Summary: you and jungkook fuck in the bathroom in front of the mirror.
Warnings: clitoral stimulation, teasing, fingering, making out, sweatiness (lol), sex in front of a mirror, foggy/steamy bathroom, begging, some minor manhandling, eye contact in mirror, unprotected sex, cumshot, reader gets teary, lots of whining, showering together henced at the end.
Authors Note: this is probably the quickest I have ever finished something in my entire writing career thus far. also, my first jk piece!!! sorry for making the girlies wait so long. hope you enjoy, and as always give me your thoughts!!
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“Please…” Your voice was a barely audible whine as Jungkook’s fingers didn’t let up on your clit.
“Finish that sentence.” Jungkook looked at you through the bathroom mirror that was beginning to fog up. One of your legs hiked up so that your knee rested on the countertop. Both of your clothes are almost gone, thrown in piles onto the floor. “I want to hear you.”
His sentence was punctuated by his middle and ring finger dipping between your folds and leaving in an instant. You tried to lean into him and keep him there longer, but he pulled away; making you cry out in desperation.
The humidity from the bathroom was making your shirt that was hiked up to reveal more of your body to Jungkook stick to you. The body heat coming off Jungkook was not helping the situation, your back against his naked upper body.
You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, letting out a sigh. Jungkook leaned down, his voice right in your ear.
“Finish the sentence.”
You were sure that your wetness was about to drip onto the floor at this point because you could hear the noise from Jungkook’s fingers.
“Please. I need…I need…” Your voice breathy. “I need you. Your cock, your fingers, anything.”
“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss by your ear, making a chill run down your spine.
You let out an erotic moan when you felt his fingers inside of you again. This time fucking into you just how you like it; swirling to explore your inner walls.
“Fuck, I love your pussy.” Jungkook’s voice was low; somewhat muffled in your neck.
You closed your eyes, nodding to whatever he was saying.
He held your body against himself as he suddenly started going harder; knowing you liked it that way.
“Yes…Fuck.” You whined, slightly smirking to yourself as you grabbed onto Jungkook’s arm, your nails slightly scratching his skin.
“Fuck.” He grunted before pulling away from you, quickly pulling down his underwear, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance.
You sucked in a breath when you felt him teasing your entrance; practically dripping for him.
“Don’t tease me.”
Jungkook hummed in response, slipping the tip of his cock into you, then pulling it out. You leaned forwards onto the countertop.
“No!” You whined, trying to move back towards him, feeling the cold marble in contrast to your hot skin. “Please, please, please.” You don’t think you’ve ever felt so desperate in your life.
“You know I like hearing you beg for it.” Jungkook’s hands grabbed your waist to steady you. “But I think you’ve done enough, right?” He looked at you through the mirror again, locking eye contact for a few seconds. You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a whimper.
Your mouth fell open when he finally pushed his cock inside of you, bottoming out in the first thrust.
Jungkook groaned at the feeling, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts. You reached behind you with one of your hands to grab onto him.
“Fuck, right there.” You cried out, eyes starting to water. “Don’t stop.”
You were already so worked up, you felt like you could cum at any moment. Your walls were already clenching around his length.
Jungkook pulled your body up, your back against his chest, arms holding you tightly against him. You gasped at the sudden change in position, and Jungkook’s rhythm never changed.
“Fuck, you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” Jungkook was panting, his hot breath on your neck.
You couldn’t find the words, so you just nodded.
Jungkook started fucking into you harder; making you clutch onto him. You were being so loud now that you were so sure he was going to cover your mouth.
“Jungkook. Fuck.” You turned your face towards his as he watched you in the mirror, your body slightly trembling. You closed your eyes, brows furrowed and feeling like you’re dripping sweat – or maybe it was Jungkook. “I’m so close…”
“Mhm.” He turned and sloppily kissed you. “Tell me.”
Your orgasm crashed over you soon after; and you did nothing to stop it. Your pretty sure you let out a rather loud whine, because Jungkook quietly shushed you as he continued to fuck into you. He was still holding onto you as you probably would have fallen if he wasn’t.
“Jungkook…” You mumbled, starting to get overstimulated.
“Can I cum inside of you, baby?” Jungkook asked you, his face close to yours. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Please, please.” You nodded almost too quick, biting down onto your bottom lip. “Wanna feel you.”
Jungkook’s rhythm got sloppy right until he abruptly crashed his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him finish inside of you.
“Fuck.” You moaned against Jungkook’s mouth as he was still kissing you, your fingers ran through his dark hair that was somewhat damp with sweat. “What a mess…”
Jungkook hummed, beginning to kiss down your neck. “Tell me about it.” He slightly laughed. “Wanna get in the shower?”
Request: Hey new here and looking for a good Arrange Marriage or pregnancy fan fic. Full off drama. Thanks
By: @prajusstuff
(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,
(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble ,
(💜) ~ Personal Favorite
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➳ Seokjin
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Title: Soarin 💦🐑👊🗒💜
Author: @aquagustd
Summary: Husband!Seokjin x Wife!Pregnant!reader. Also established relationship and vacation au.
↳ “When you find out that your husband is hurting just as much as you, you realize that you’ve been thinking selfishly. And when you come forward with your doubts, he shows you how much he loves you.”
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Title: Clingy Pregnancy 🐑🗒
Author: @blu-joons
Summary: I feel this would so be Seokjin if he ever got his girlfriend pregnant lol!
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➳ Yoongi
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Title: Silence 🐑👊🗒
Author: @hyungieyoongi
Summary: Also married/established relationship au. Drama in this one!
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Title: Oh Baby 🐑🐑🐑🗒
Author: @yoonlattesworld
Summary: Idol!husband!yoongi x pregnant!wife!reader. Also established relationship/marriage and idol au.
↳ “Attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview.”
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➳ Hoseok
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Title: Telling Him You’re Pregnant 🐑🗒
Author: @blu-joons
Summary: This writer makes really good pregnancy dribbles!
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Title: Hope In The Sheets 💦🐑📝💜
Author: @youarejesting
Summary: 10 parts + epilogue. Completed series. Also friends-to-lovers au. Drama in this one!
↳ “You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.”
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➳ Namjoon
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Title: Two More 💦🐑🗒
Author: @e-cm
Summary: Husband!Namjoon x Pregnant!!reader. Established relationship/marriage au.
↳ “With two more months of pregnancy left and nothing to relieve you of your…discomfort, Namjoon offers you exactly what you need.”
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Title: Nine Months 🐑📝💜
Author: @gimmesumsuga
Summary: 4 parts. Completed Drabble series. This felt so real that I had to add it lol! Some drama in this one!
↳ “Your due date has come and gone. Namjoon’s excited and you’re uncomfortable, but you’re both equally as impatient to meet your little girl.”
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➳ Jimin
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Title: Wild Flower 🐑👊🗒💜
Author: @tataelingmoon
Summary: Pregnancy reveal and establish relationship!au. Some drama in this one!
↳ “You and Park Jimin have been together for as long as you can remember. However, when you find out that you were pregnant you didn’t know what else to do but run away in fear of his reaction.”
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Title: Better Together 🐑🗒
Author: @sparklingchim
Summary: Husband!jimin x wife!reader. You also already have a child together, so second baby!au.
↳ “Just a casual day with your husband jimin and your little boy jihoon.”
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Title: Flying High 💦🗒💜
Author: @borathae
Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. This is more of a trying to get pregnant au, but it was so good I had to add it. Also established relationship/marriage and ceo au.
↳ “Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so. Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”
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Title: Saving You 💦🐑👊🗒💜
Author: @bebejungkook
Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. Also yandere, established relationship/marriage, and ceo au. Drama in this one!
↳ “Your very over protective husband finds out you’ve been kidnapped and he was going to take the matters into his own hands.”
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Title: Only Teens 🐑👊📝💜
Author: @0funsite0
Summary: Teen!jungkook x teen pregnant fem!reader. I’m a sucker for teen pregnancy stories… sue me! Drama in this one!
↳ “You live in Korea with your American mother, Bulgarian father, and half Korean half Bulgarian half-brother, Jin. Next to being born to a wealthy family, where your and your boyfriend’s parents own a successful company together and are best friends, you are also on the straight path to succeeding as a young actress. But all that can be shattered with an unplanned teen pregnancy,”
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Title: Mistake 💦👊🗒💜
Author: @dreamescapeswriting
Summary: Idol and accidental pregnancy au. Basically, you accidentally got pregnant and jk is an idol in this so that’s like a no go. Drama in this one!
Can u make an oneshot of junkook and yn having rough jealousy sex??
WELP this was a really fun one 🥴🥴 hope all you JK hoes enjoy~*~
i'm gonna stop asking for freaky reqs because i already have enough to write for the next million years probably 😂😂😂 i REALLY appreciate how many of you have sent stuff in!!! i'm having (probably too much) fun with this. y'all are truly the BEST 💜
pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 1.9k oops
contains: established relationship, perilla-leaf based jealousy (i had to don't @ me), jungkook and reader are fucking dramatic and honestly mean to each other, discussions of imagined infidelity bc reader is a b-r-a-t 💀, a lot of physical aggression, ppl get thrown around, breast/thigh/pussy/ass/FACE slapping 😳, biting/marking, reader put her thang down flipped it and reversed it (and surprised EVEN ME), unprotected sex, minor cervix ramming lol, is this hot???? is it toxic???? is jungkook a cuck?????? much 2 consider 🤔
“I’m surprised you didn’t walk out of the restaurant holding Jimin’s hand.”
Your boyfriend has been pouting all night.
“You can tell me if you’re in love with him now.”
He has not stopped since you got in the car to drive home from dinner.
“Just make sure you invite me to the wedding.”
It is driving you up the fucking wall.
“Jungkook!” You snap as you slam the fridge door shut, having just tucked the container of leftovers inside. “It was a fucking perilla leaf! Get over it!”
“How am I supposed to get over the fact that you’re going to leave me for Jimin?!”
Your eyes roll back in your head so hard you swear you see your brain. You have to take a long, slow inhale to fight off the desire to choke him out in the middle of your kitchen.
“I’m not talking to you when you’re like this,” you say, attempting to feign serenity over the rage simmering inside of you. “Go to the gym or something, and call me when you calm the fuck down.” You don’t wait for him to answer before you storm off down the hallway to your bedroom.
You don’t even have to turn around to know that Jungkook is hot on your heels, and when you make it to your room, you hear the door slam behind him.
“You just want me to leave so Jimin can come over and fuck you, and you can start your new life together.”
When you whip around, you find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend. His cheeks are flushed from the wine you shared with his friends at dinner, and he’s sweating a little, bangs sticking slightly to his forehead. You hate that he looks so good, all the time, even like this.
“You’re being a fucking baby.”
A muscle in Jungkook’s jaw jumps at your words. Now his voice is deadly serious, too, nearly a growl. “I am not a baby. I am twenty-six.”
“Well, for your big age, you sure are fucking stupid.”
You turn around to march back out of the room, beyond done with his antics, but just as you pull the door open, his palm is there, slamming it back shut with enough force that it rattles in the frame.
“What did you just say?” Jungkook’s voice is low in your ear. When you turn to look at him, your cheek digs into the door as his hips press flush against your ass. You realize as he grinds on you that he is fully, probably painfully erect; you can feel his dick straining against his pants.
You shiver a little at the thought of how he might punish you for your words, and then you spit them at him again. “I said. You’re fucking. Stupid.”
The breath is knocked out of your lungs, and you can only squeak as he wraps an arm around your waist, turning around and throwing you down onto the bed so hard you bounce against the mattress like a ragdoll. You barely manage to sit up before he’s on top of you, legs straddling you, his hips pinning yours in place.
You can feel your panties already starting to soak through, and suddenly calming your boyfriend down is the furthest thing from your mind.
“You’re right, Jungkook,” you say, and his eyes are wide when his head snaps up to look at you. He clearly wasn’t expecting those words. “Maybe I should fuck your friends.”
His hands come to your breasts, pulling down the top of your dress and your bra beneath it simultaneously, and your exposed tits bounce from the aggressive movement. The action only encourages you.
“Jimin would be so gentle and loving. He wouldn’t fucking rough me up like you do.” You choke on a gasp when Jungkook’s tattooed hand cracks down over your breast, pain sparking through you like a shot in the arm. His eyes burn with intensity when he meets your gaze, but you refuse to back down. “He’d take care of me, just like he did tonight.” Jungkook slaps your other breast, forcefully enough to grunt with effort as he does it.
You’re sure you’ll see the outline of his hand there tomorrow, and your core throbs at the thought. It might be fucked up, but you like the marks he leaves. You want more.
“And H-Hoseok,” you start, and your voice shakes as you try to get the name out because Jungkook has just brought his mouth to your neck, right under your jaw, and is now starting to suck hard. It nearly feels like he’s devouring you, dragging blood to the surface to bruise purple beneath the delicate skin there. “He’s so trusting, he’d let me do whatever I want, ngh–”
You’re cut off mid-sentence by your own moan when Jungkook repeats the same process at the point where your neck and shoulder meet, where he knows you’re extra-sensitive, and you writhe under him.
“Fuuuuck,” you whine, your head kicking back against the mattress.
When you hear him give a soft, triumphant laugh against your skin, it renews your conviction. You try again. “Yeah, Hoseok wouldn’t be so fucking possessive, because he’s not an insecure baby.”
Jungkook bites down on your shoulder, simultaneously bringing two fingers to tweak one of your stiffened nipples, and you let out a strangled cry as a fresh wave of arousal floods your pussy. His other hand moves as he does it, roughly shoving up your dress to expose your lower half, so he can see your drenched panties, your thighs that are now slick with your own wetness.
“Don’t stop now,” he growls, and then he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your upper thigh and your head spins.
“Fuck, Jungkook!” You gasp, clawing at the bedsheets.
Quick enough to give you whiplash, he releases his mouth and replaces it with another swift slap, the flesh of your thigh rippling under his hand. “Who else?”
The built-up pressure in your core is enough to make your upper body tremble as you press yourself onto your forearms, leaning up so you can look him in the eye. “Yoongi,” you say, your voice severe, and Jungkook slaps your thigh again, hard enough to make your jaw clench while his mouth shifts up to suck an angry mark into your hip bone.
“I bet Yoongi would love to fuck me with his thick cock,” you hiss.
The thin, soaked-through fabric of your panties does very little to dull the sensation when Jungkook’s hand cracks directly over your cunt. The sweet sting, pleasure and pain, is enough to make your head tip back as you groan. You spread your legs in a silent plea for more, and he does it again, harder.
Your mind is starting to swim a little, overwhelmed with animalistic desire, but when Jungkook shifts to crawl back up your body, you don’t miss the opportunity.
Too fast for him to react, you tighten your legs around his waist and use all the energy you can muster to throw yourself to one side, taking him with you. You let the excess momentum and soft bounce of the mattress beneath you propel you up to your knees, leaving Jungkook flat on his back and you straddling his hips.
He can’t quite hide the impressed look on his face, and you take a moment to revel in the way he bites down on his bottom lip, wide eyes blinking up at you.
Then you reach between your legs to tug your panties to the side with one hand, fish his cock out of his pants with the other, and sink down on him in one swift movement.
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook groans, and you have to whimper a little, too, at the stretch of him inside you. You circle your hips, enjoying the way his cock twitches as you grind down on him. When he leans back against the mattress, arching up to match your movements, you bring a hand to grip his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” you command, and Jungkook nearly spits the word back at you.
“Mine.”
You reward him with another roll of your hips. “Louder, baby. Like you mean it.”
“It’s my fucking pussy,” he growls, punctuated with a slap to your ass, but you can already tell he’s starting to lose himself to your movements. You can see his eyes rolling back in his head. “Made for me.”
Both of Jungkook’s hands drop to cup your ass, encouraging you to go faster. Determined, you flatten your feet against the mattress so you can properly start to bounce on his dick.
“Not Jimin’s.” You lift up as high as you can, nearly losing your grip on him, then slam back down so hard you feel the head of his cock ram against your cervix, making you gasp a little. Jungkook moans loudly at the feeling, hips bucking beneath you. “Not Hoseok’s.” You repeat the motion, and he’s even louder, his breathing ragged now. “Not Yoongi’s.” You bounce a final time and the noise Jungkook makes is more like a sob.
“Shit, shit,” he whines. You still have a hand on his jaw, and you shake his head side to side, enough to get him to focus on you again.
“It’s yours,” you say softly, and the tone of your voice is a stark contrast to the harsh slap you deliver to his face. “So fucking act like it.”
It’s enough to send him into overdrive. His fingers dig so hard into the soft skin of your hips that you cry out, and then he’s fucking up into you, stroking so fast and deep that pleasure coils hot inside of you, threatening to burst.
“So fucking wet and tight,” he gasps, “just for me, just for me,” and the way he pounds into your g-spot over and over is suddenly all too much.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you moan, gripping his thighs with both hands, your nails digging into his skin as you squeeze tight around him. “I’m gonna come, baby, yes.” Your walls begin to flutter, pulsing over and over, and you can feel his cock twitching as you milk his orgasm out with yours.
Jungkook keeps rutting into you, thrusting through your climax as he follows after you, words now slurring together. “Yeah, come on this cock, come just for me, oh god, oh fuck–”
With a final strangled cry, you feel him empty his release into you, your cunt shuddering with oversensitivity as he fills you up. You’re still breathing hard when his hands press into your ass, gently guiding you down to your side on the mattress next to him, his softening cock slipping out of you as you move.
You lay like that for a minute, heart slamming in your chest, eyes dropping shut as you attempt to recover. Cum is definitely starting to leak out of you and stain the sheets beneath you, but you can’t find a fuck to give about it right now.
You eventually feel the bed shift as Jungkook rolls over, pulling you close to him with a soft grunt. He presses a gentle kiss to your hairline, and you can feel him smile a little before he speaks.
Can u make an oneshot of junkook and yn having rough jealousy sex??
WELP this was a really fun one 🥴🥴 hope all you JK hoes enjoy~*~
i'm gonna stop asking for freaky reqs because i already have enough to write for the next million years probably 😂😂😂 i REALLY appreciate how many of you have sent stuff in!!! i'm having (probably too much) fun with this. y'all are truly the BEST 💜
pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 1.9k oops
contains: established relationship, perilla-leaf based jealousy (i had to don't @ me), jungkook and reader are fucking dramatic and honestly mean to each other, discussions of imagined infidelity bc reader is a b-r-a-t 💀, a lot of physical aggression, ppl get thrown around, breast/thigh/pussy/ass/FACE slapping 😳, biting/marking, reader put her thang down flipped it and reversed it (and surprised EVEN ME), unprotected sex, minor cervix ramming lol, is this hot???? is it toxic???? is jungkook a cuck?????? much 2 consider 🤔
“I’m surprised you didn’t walk out of the restaurant holding Jimin’s hand.”
Your boyfriend has been pouting all night.
“You can tell me if you’re in love with him now.”
He has not stopped since you got in the car to drive home from dinner.
“Just make sure you invite me to the wedding.”
It is driving you up the fucking wall.
“Jungkook!” You snap as you slam the fridge door shut, having just tucked the container of leftovers inside. “It was a fucking perilla leaf! Get over it!”
“How am I supposed to get over the fact that you’re going to leave me for Jimin?!”
Your eyes roll back in your head so hard you swear you see your brain. You have to take a long, slow inhale to fight off the desire to choke him out in the middle of your kitchen.
“I’m not talking to you when you’re like this,” you say, attempting to feign serenity over the rage simmering inside of you. “Go to the gym or something, and call me when you calm the fuck down.” You don’t wait for him to answer before you storm off down the hallway to your bedroom.
You don’t even have to turn around to know that Jungkook is hot on your heels, and when you make it to your room, you hear the door slam behind him.
“You just want me to leave so Jimin can come over and fuck you, and you can start your new life together.”
When you whip around, you find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend. His cheeks are flushed from the wine you shared with his friends at dinner, and he’s sweating a little, bangs sticking slightly to his forehead. You hate that he looks so good, all the time, even like this.
“You’re being a fucking baby.”
A muscle in Jungkook’s jaw jumps at your words. Now his voice is deadly serious, too, nearly a growl. “I am not a baby. I am twenty-six.”
“Well, for your big age, you sure are fucking stupid.”
You turn around to march back out of the room, beyond done with his antics, but just as you pull the door open, his palm is there, slamming it back shut with enough force that it rattles in the frame.
“What did you just say?” Jungkook’s voice is low in your ear. When you turn to look at him, your cheek digs into the door as his hips press flush against your ass. You realize as he grinds on you that he is fully, probably painfully erect; you can feel his dick straining against his pants.
You shiver a little at the thought of how he might punish you for your words, and then you spit them at him again. “I said. You’re fucking. Stupid.”
The breath is knocked out of your lungs, and you can only squeak as he wraps an arm around your waist, turning around and throwing you down onto the bed so hard you bounce against the mattress like a ragdoll. You barely manage to sit up before he’s on top of you, legs straddling you, his hips pinning yours in place.
You can feel your panties already starting to soak through, and suddenly calming your boyfriend down is the furthest thing from your mind.
“You’re right, Jungkook,” you say, and his eyes are wide when his head snaps up to look at you. He clearly wasn’t expecting those words. “Maybe I should fuck your friends.”
His hands come to your breasts, pulling down the top of your dress and your bra beneath it simultaneously, and your exposed tits bounce from the aggressive movement. The action only encourages you.
“Jimin would be so gentle and loving. He wouldn’t fucking rough me up like you do.” You choke on a gasp when Jungkook’s tattooed hand cracks down over your breast, pain sparking through you like a shot in the arm. His eyes burn with intensity when he meets your gaze, but you refuse to back down. “He’d take care of me, just like he did tonight.” Jungkook slaps your other breast, forcefully enough to grunt with effort as he does it.
You’re sure you’ll see the outline of his hand there tomorrow, and your core throbs at the thought. It might be fucked up, but you like the marks he leaves. You want more.
“And H-Hoseok,” you start, and your voice shakes as you try to get the name out because Jungkook has just brought his mouth to your neck, right under your jaw, and is now starting to suck hard. It nearly feels like he’s devouring you, dragging blood to the surface to bruise purple beneath the delicate skin there. “He’s so trusting, he’d let me do whatever I want, ngh–”
You’re cut off mid-sentence by your own moan when Jungkook repeats the same process at the point where your neck and shoulder meet, where he knows you’re extra-sensitive, and you writhe under him.
“Fuuuuck,” you whine, your head kicking back against the mattress.
When you hear him give a soft, triumphant laugh against your skin, it renews your conviction. You try again. “Yeah, Hoseok wouldn’t be so fucking possessive, because he’s not an insecure baby.”
Jungkook bites down on your shoulder, simultaneously bringing two fingers to tweak one of your stiffened nipples, and you let out a strangled cry as a fresh wave of arousal floods your pussy. His other hand moves as he does it, roughly shoving up your dress to expose your lower half, so he can see your drenched panties, your thighs that are now slick with your own wetness.
“Don’t stop now,” he growls, and then he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your upper thigh and your head spins.
“Fuck, Jungkook!” You gasp, clawing at the bedsheets.
Quick enough to give you whiplash, he releases his mouth and replaces it with another swift slap, the flesh of your thigh rippling under his hand. “Who else?”
The built-up pressure in your core is enough to make your upper body tremble as you press yourself onto your forearms, leaning up so you can look him in the eye. “Yoongi,” you say, your voice severe, and Jungkook slaps your thigh again, hard enough to make your jaw clench while his mouth shifts up to suck an angry mark into your hip bone.
“I bet Yoongi would love to fuck me with his thick cock,” you hiss.
The thin, soaked-through fabric of your panties does very little to dull the sensation when Jungkook’s hand cracks directly over your cunt. The sweet sting, pleasure and pain, is enough to make your head tip back as you groan. You spread your legs in a silent plea for more, and he does it again, harder.
Your mind is starting to swim a little, overwhelmed with animalistic desire, but when Jungkook shifts to crawl back up your body, you don’t miss the opportunity.
Too fast for him to react, you tighten your legs around his waist and use all the energy you can muster to throw yourself to one side, taking him with you. You let the excess momentum and soft bounce of the mattress beneath you propel you up to your knees, leaving Jungkook flat on his back and you straddling his hips.
He can’t quite hide the impressed look on his face, and you take a moment to revel in the way he bites down on his bottom lip, wide eyes blinking up at you.
Then you reach between your legs to tug your panties to the side with one hand, fish his cock out of his pants with the other, and sink down on him in one swift movement.
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook groans, and you have to whimper a little, too, at the stretch of him inside you. You circle your hips, enjoying the way his cock twitches as you grind down on him. When he leans back against the mattress, arching up to match your movements, you bring a hand to grip his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” you command, and Jungkook nearly spits the word back at you.
“Mine.”
You reward him with another roll of your hips. “Louder, baby. Like you mean it.”
“It’s my fucking pussy,” he growls, punctuated with a slap to your ass, but you can already tell he’s starting to lose himself to your movements. You can see his eyes rolling back in his head. “Made for me.”
Both of Jungkook’s hands drop to cup your ass, encouraging you to go faster. Determined, you flatten your feet against the mattress so you can properly start to bounce on his dick.
“Not Jimin’s.” You lift up as high as you can, nearly losing your grip on him, then slam back down so hard you feel the head of his cock ram against your cervix, making you gasp a little. Jungkook moans loudly at the feeling, hips bucking beneath you. “Not Hoseok’s.” You repeat the motion, and he’s even louder, his breathing ragged now. “Not Yoongi’s.” You bounce a final time and the noise Jungkook makes is more like a sob.
“Shit, shit,” he whines. You still have a hand on his jaw, and you shake his head side to side, enough to get him to focus on you again.
“It’s yours,” you say softly, and the tone of your voice is a stark contrast to the harsh slap you deliver to his face. “So fucking act like it.”
It’s enough to send him into overdrive. His fingers dig so hard into the soft skin of your hips that you cry out, and then he’s fucking up into you, stroking so fast and deep that pleasure coils hot inside of you, threatening to burst.
“So fucking wet and tight,” he gasps, “just for me, just for me,” and the way he pounds into your g-spot over and over is suddenly all too much.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you moan, gripping his thighs with both hands, your nails digging into his skin as you squeeze tight around him. “I’m gonna come, baby, yes.” Your walls begin to flutter, pulsing over and over, and you can feel his cock twitching as you milk his orgasm out with yours.
Jungkook keeps rutting into you, thrusting through your climax as he follows after you, words now slurring together. “Yeah, come on this cock, come just for me, oh god, oh fuck–”
With a final strangled cry, you feel him empty his release into you, your cunt shuddering with oversensitivity as he fills you up. You’re still breathing hard when his hands press into your ass, gently guiding you down to your side on the mattress next to him, his softening cock slipping out of you as you move.
You lay like that for a minute, heart slamming in your chest, eyes dropping shut as you attempt to recover. Cum is definitely starting to leak out of you and stain the sheets beneath you, but you can’t find a fuck to give about it right now.
You eventually feel the bed shift as Jungkook rolls over, pulling you close to him with a soft grunt. He presses a gentle kiss to your hairline, and you can feel him smile a little before he speaks.
↪ PAIRING: Kim Namjoon x Reader
↪ GENRE: idol!au | ex’s to lovers | angst | smut
↪ SUMMARY: the story of how almost divorced, disgraced idol kim namjoon tries to put his life back the way it was after the world found out he was married and had a kid.
↪ WORD COUNT: 6k
↪ WARNINGS: angst angst angst, smut, nj has a mild pregnancy kink, oc body shames themselves a lot, milddddd drug references, tooth-rotting fluff
a/n: sorry this was delayed but here it is! thank you for being so patient and i really hope yall enjoy/are satisfied with the ending . my ask is always open if you have any questions or comments :):)
ONE : TWO : EPILOGUE
By day number four of avoiding Namjoon you knew it was time to relent and at the very least speak to him. Days one through three were spent using your mom’s house as a temporary hideout. You knew there was a million questions whirring around in her head at your surprise visit, but you kept quiet, merely stating you wanted a break. She had given you the kind of look that was equal parts disapproving and disappointed, in only the way a mother could combine those expressions. It made you wonder if you made that face too.
⟶ dialogue prompt: “You still look beautiful in red.”
⟶ warnings: mentions of divorce and loneliness, Namjoon is a girl dad (yes i think that needs its own warning), mentions of regret, smut in the forms of: oral (male and female receiving), breast play, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, tons of kissing, tons of teasing, unprotected sex (lets be smarter than that tho), fingering, bit of an impregnating kink
⟶ summary: you can hardly wait for your date New Year’s Eve. It’s the first time you’ve felt confident enough to dress up with the intention of letting someone who isn’t your ex husband, undress you at the end of the night.
Mother Nature has other plans for you though, bringing a very unwelcome snow storm and your ex husband to your door. But perhaps this snow storm is what the two of you really needed.
A/N: hellllooooo lovelies, this fic is my contribution to the wonderful Resolution Revolution collab event hosted by Amelia @knjsnoona and Ash @jimilter! Find the masterlist for the collab here. My amazing banner for the fic was made by the amazing Dee Dee @sugasbabiie, thank you so much again, its perfect!
Is this fic a bit cheesy and unrealistic? Yes. Do we all just need that sometimes? also yes lol. Hope you’ll enjoy a bit of dad!Joon and leave me some feedback if you can!
Six months. That’s how long it’s been since you signed your name on the dotted line of the divorce papers.
Five months since your middle daughter, HeeJin, who was named after her fathers best friend had her third birthday party, where you and Namjoon had to put on your happy faces and pretend it didn’t hurt to see each other.
Four months since your one year old daughter had her first double ear infection and Namjoon had to meet you at the hospital in the middle of the night. You argued over medical insurance and who’s fault it was that she was sick. You were both in the anger stage of dealing with the grief you felt from the divorce.
Three months since the two of you had to attend your five year old daughters play at her preschool. Both of your families were there and it was the most awkward night of your life, but the happy faces were on in full force once again and you made sure that everything went perfectly.
Two months since you stopped wondering what he was doing every night and whether he missed you as much as you missed him. If he was lying awake and losing sleep over you.
One month since it stopped feeling like there was a hole the size of your heart gaping in your chest. Time truly healed wounds but this one would never fully close. And you know it was all avoidable. It never had to come to this.
summary: your break up hadn't been angry or contentious. he wanted to go, you never asked him to stay. it was simple, really. but when namjoon shows back up after three years, things don't seem so simple anymore
pairing: namjoon x f!reader
rating: explicit (18+ please)
genre: exes to lovers, smut, fluff (because of who i am as a person)
warnings: smut, a little swearing, here are the specific smut tags: kissing, penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, maybe a whisper of a hand job, namjoon has a big dick (i had to)... it's really pretty soft—they're just in love without saying so
word count: 6.8k
a/n: i haven't been able to write the things i need to write (sorry jin and yoongi), so here i am with some namjoon fluff & smut. thank you, as always, to @ugh-yoongi who is helpful and kind with reading these things. apologies for the banner quality; idk how to make it look nice on tumblr. this is posted to ao3 here if you like to read fics there.
There’s this thing about awkward silences—they’re not inherently awkward because of the absence of sound, they’re awkward precisely because you become acutely aware of every little sound around you that isn’t the one you were expecting or wanting to hear.
The tap of his heel against the floor, muted by the thin cork flooring and then enhanced again by the way the fabric of his jeans whooshes when he jiggles his knee. The almost white-noise din of the other conversations around you, loud enough that you can pick out words but not meaning. The tinkling of silverware and chopsticks on ceramic and glass as people (including you) swallow things they think to say down with some glass noodles or spoonfuls of soup.
No, you decide. Awkward silences are anything but quiet, they’re terrifyingly fucking loud.
“So…” you finally start, “are you going to tell me what you’re actually doing here?”
Namjoon looks up from his food at you as you speak, his eyes wide like they get when he’s been startled out of some (probably depressing) train of thought, eyebrows raised in crescents that sit like shadows above the rim of his glasses. Noodles trail out of his lips and hang there, resting on his chopsticks, waiting for him to act.
It’s a perfect visual representation of the pause you feel in your whole body waiting for him to respond. Maybe somehow you are like a noodle, you think.
You try not to laugh at the thought because you know it will send him back into some sort of overthinking spiral of dismal self-worth. You know he’ll think you’re laughing at him. Sometimes, back then, you were. But not usually.
(And he’s not the only one prone to existential crises.
Perhaps that’s why you two had always gotten on so well. You’ve had plenty of time to think about how the two of you started and stopped, and being aligned in this sort of… well, thoughtfulness is maybe a generous way to put it… being alike in that way a little bit probably drew you together as much as it split you apart. One overthinker is enough for any relationship. Two is… two is probably one too many).
With a slurp, he sits up and sets his chopsticks down. He’s still regarding you, his eyes haven’t left your face, you’re pretty sure. But now, it’s with the careful consideration he’s known amongst your friends for, not the surprise you clocked on him a moment prior.
He’s still fidgeting. You can feel the vibrations of his legs when they brush the underside of the table because he’s too tall to keep his limbs to himself and too polite to stretch them out in a violation (would it really be? You’re not sure) of your space. For a moment, you think it’s out of character, and then you start to recall every difficult conversation you’ve ever had with this man in front of you. The way he would twist up his face into a scowl almost involuntarily, the pulling on his hair, the crumpling up of whatever paper was in reach, the peeling of countless labels off of beer bottles… No, you decide, the fidgeting is perfectly in sync with what you know of Kim Namjoon when he thinks he’s going to say something someone doesn’t want to hear (and also when someone’s telling him something he doesn’t).
If you didn’t know him as well, you’d think he was stalling. Or unsure of himself. And he might be those things to some degree, but this version of him, you’re sure, is trying to figure out how to say what he wants to say in a way that you’ll accept.
The problem is, you’ve been broken up for almost three years. You’re not sure what he could say that would even affect you like that any more.
So, this is all a little frightening, this awkward loud silence between the two of you.
You point the blunt end of a chopstick at him. “Joon, just spit it out. We haven’t seen each other in ages, I don’t want to waste this watching you think.”
At that, he grins, and at least some of what you loved about him rears its head. He’s gorgeous when he’s happy—it’s contagious, too. His dimples appear, his cheeks push up into his eyes and his lips spread so wide they almost cover the span of his face. He’s really, truly beautiful like this, and when you see it now for a split second, you’re reminded of how much you used to love making him smile, how much pride you took in being the one who could almost always make him laugh.
“Sorry,” he mutters as his grin turns from bright to sheepish. “You know how I can be.”
That, you certainly do.
“Well, you said you wanted to catch up, and we’ve done that, so now are you gonna tell me what you’re doing back here?”
“I’ve been thinking,” he says, eyes dropping down to his bowl.
“Uh-oh.” You mean it to tease, not to be cruel, but his face falls a little anyway. You suppose it’s two sides of the same coin—being able to make him laugh and having enough influence to disappoint him with your words… they’re essentially the same thing and you know it. “Sorry,” you add, tapping his foot under the table with yours. “I was just teasing… Trying to make this less weird, I guess.”
“It was never weird with us, was it?” He’s asking you, for what you’re not sure. Reassurance? Absolution?
“No,” you reply softly. “It was a lot of things with us, but it was never weird.”
And it wasn’t. Not when you fought about stupid shit late-night in the kitchen of your crappy apartment. Not when he took off to the city to do “big things” after uni and you just sort of… let him go. Not when your friends “didn’t take sides” but took careful measures to not invite you to the same parties, and not when he called you earlier today, totally out of the blue, telling you he was around and he wanted to see you.
In order, it was frustrating, disappointing, lonely, and surprising, but none of it was weird. Not weird standing in his empty living room, leaning against a stack of his moving boxes and watching him pack the last of his belongings into a duffel. Not weird to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you as he fucked you into the mattress that last night before he left, whispering that he loved you and needed you. Not weird after, when you spilled tears on his chest and told him you were scared for what life would be like without him while he ran fingertips up and down your spine and reassured you that no matter what, you were going to have an incredible life.
It wasn’t weird when the next morning, he promised you’d always be friends.
It wasn’t weird when you both eventually stopped texting.
It wasn’t weird when he never came back.
But now he’s here, sitting in front of you in the same grungy noodle shop you used to have your cheap college date nights at, and things are absolutely, inarguably weird.
Namjoon’s staring at you, still hasn’t answered your question, when the server comes with your check. He snags it before you can argue and gives you a distracted sort-of-grin when he gets up to find the cashier.
Everything about this is so familiar and different at the same time. In your past life with Namjoon, he’d never just leave the table to pay with noodles left in his bowl, he’d never forget his manners and ignore asking whether or not you were ready to go. But him getting distracted by his own thoughts is on brand… So is the way he knocks over the cashier’s pencil cup when he tries to return the pen he used to sign the receipt. The most familiar thing is the glance he throws your way when he does it, rolling his eyes affectionately when he sees you stifling a laugh.
It makes your stomach tumble.
There isn’t a discussion when you leave the noodle shop, thank god. No asking if it’s okay if he walks with you, no awkward first date bullshit. Which of course there isn’t, you remind your nervous system, because this isn’t a date and it’s not a first anything really. First time you’ve seen him in a while maybe, but even that feeling’s been fading since you saw him through the window of the restaurant, sitting alone (waiting for you with his knee bouncing) at your usual table a couple hours prior.
“Why do you think we call it a pencil cup?” he asks quietly. You can barely hear him over the car that happens to pass as he speaks.
“Huh?”
“We always call it a pencil cup, but everyone keeps pens in them, you know?”
You smile softly in spite of yourself. “I don’t know, Joon-ah.” It’s a nickname you haven’t used or thought of in a long time. It feels too affectionate for what you are to each other now (you feel a little too affectionate toward him for what you are now, so you suppose it fits), but he doesn’t seem to notice, leaving you thankful for the universe’s small favors. “Humans are quirky. Language is worse,” you finish.
He hums in response. “You’re right. You’re always right,” he agrees.
Suddenly he stills, footsteps halting as he grabs your hand. The surprise you feel absolutely accounts (you hope) for the stupid swoop of your stomach; not the first one you’ve felt since the sun went down. “Can we?” he says, tugging on your hand like a ridiculously strong kid.
It takes a second for you to realize what he means, but when you do, you readily agree. “Of course we can.” You move first, pulling him behind you, and it’s not lost on you when you look over your shoulder that he looks happier than you think you’ve seen him maybe ever, and that you’re still holding hands.
You hop up onto the metal platform, letting him go, and he grabs one of the bars and starts to pull it behind him as he jogs. Your world literally spins. Arms out, you tilt your head back and puff out a long breath. It’s cold enough that you can see the smoky trail of it float above you, tendrils of steam looking like they’re curling around the stars.
With a thud, Namjoon lands across from you on the merry-go-round, sitting to face you, legs sprawled out in front of him. You sit, too, and the metal wheel spins a little more slowly with each revolution until it’s barely moving millimeters, all of the momentum from Namjoon’s effort petering out.
It’s weird, you think, that staring at him across from you, it still feels like the ground is moving.
“I left.” He breaks the silence with a simple statement and you’re not sure what he expects you to say in return, so you just nod. “But I don’t know why you let me.”
He doesn’t look at you when he says the last part, his head tilts off to the side and he leans it against one of the cold, metal railings. If he was anyone else, you’d think he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. But you know him, and you know he rarely says things he doesn’t mean.
The first response in your chest feels like anger. He left you after all. He walked away. Of course you let him, what the fuck else were you supposed to do? Beg him to stay? You were basically kids. You still are. He had opportunities, you had a sick mom… it wouldn’t have been fair to ask him to stay.
And then there was this: the insecure part of you didn’t want to give him the opportunity to tell you he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. That you weren’t worth it.
Maybe you should have taken that chance. You’ve learned a lot since then. Grown up and gotten more confident, surely. Made new friends, had other partners. “Lovers,” as Taehyung likes to call them (just to see you roll your eyes at him in response).
He keeps talking before you can let the angry thoughts have a voice. “I love being here,” he says softly, still not looking at you. “I love how you can see the stars, I love that the air smells better. I love the sea and the way it makes you feel small…” he sighs before he continues, “but I’ve been back for a week and I didn’t love any of it as much as I love this right now.” His voice gets quieter with each word. You barely hear him tack on, “with you.” You might even be imagining it, he’s that quiet.
It almost makes you sick to not know what he’s getting at, to wish he would just be straight with you. All of this nostalgia… what amounts to a recreation of all your college dates… It’s just so much.
“Are you pregnant?”
“What?” Namjoon’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his skull.
You let yourself laugh when you respond. “I don’t know! This just feels like the lead up to something big, you know? You’re pregnant, you have cancer, you’re moving to another country…” You trail off and then sit up straight, letting yourself get a little more serious. “What’s all this about? It feels like you have big news or… to be honest, it kind of feels like a date, Joon-ah.”
“Feels like a date good or feels like a date bad?” he asks.
“Feels like a date confusing,” you answer pointedly. “I don’t even know what you’re doing in town.”
“Can I walk you home?”
“That’s not an answer.”
He stands then, and reaches a hand out to you to help you up. You let him even though you don’t need it, and he pulls you into a hug. Tight against his chest, things feel a little less confusing and this seaside town feels a little more like home than it has in a really long time. It’s distressing how right it feels to be close to him like this, how he smells just like he always has, how soft his stupid sweater is under your cheek. You do everything you can not to nuzzle against him in a complete violation of any boundaries that both of you might have. It’s all you want to do though, and that’s disconcerting in and of itself.
“Yeah,” you mumble into his collar. “You can walk me home.”
You give him some grace as you walk, not repeating yourself for the millionth time with your request to know just exactly what he thinks he’s doing crashing back into your life with a half day’s notice. Then it occurs to you that he’s leading you home, which is fine except… you’re not sure how he seems to know where you live.
“Joon? How do you know where we’re going?”
“Huh?” He gives you a distracted glance like he didn’t quite intake your question.
“My apartment, how do you know where it is?”
“Oh…” His cheeks flush the prettiest rose color. “Ah… you were at that art show in the city a few nights ago, right when I got to town, and Tae invited everyone over. We’d been drinking and the bar was closing and he said you wouldn’t be there…” He gives you a pained sort of smile. “He said you wouldn’t mind. Said you’d be staying with friends.”
The idea that your ex was in your apartment without you knowing it is… well, it should be infuriating. But it’s not. It’s more like you want to know what he thought, if he liked it. If it felt like the you that he knew or a new version of you. If it felt familiar and different at the same time the way he does to you right now.
“So… you’ve been in our apartment then…” It’s not a question, but Namjoon answers anyway, rushing the words out.
“No! No.” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t do it. We got there and I… It felt like sneaking around and I couldn’t do that to you. I went back to Hoseok’s and crashed on his couch.”
“Oh… okay.” You can’t figure out why you’re almost disappointed. “You can see it now. If you want. If that’s something you’d be interested in, you know…” The words spill out in a rambly jumble.
Namjoon stops to consider you, head tilted like he’s trying to listen to words you’re not saying. He must find whatever he’s looking for, because he responds quickly. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”
“Okay.” You nod but don’t move.
“This is it, right?”
And it is, indeed. You’re standing in the middle of the sidewalk in front of your own building, too distracted by whatever this thing is with the two of you to notice where you are.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on up.” You punch the door code in and hold the door for him, bowing a little and giving an exaggerated gesture for him to enter to lighten the mood.
Taehyung, the world's most interesting roommate, is working an overnight shift, so you know he’s not home, but you pray he hasn’t left anything strange out in the living room. You’ve walked into your apartment to find it perfectly spotless except for a trumpet and a dildo sitting side-by-side on the coffee table before, and though you’ve never really discussed it for obvious reasons, you’re fairly confident it won’t happen again. But not one hundred percent.
“Tae’s working tonight,” you explain for some unknown reason as you unlock your door. It’s not like Namjoon is some third date here to fuck you for the first time, so it doesn’t matter if Tae’s there or not and he probably knows your roommate (his friend, too) is working, anyway.
“I heard,” he mumbles behind you.
To your extraordinary relief, nothing odd or personal is strewn around the living room or the kitchen, so you say a silent prayer of gratitude and slide your shoes off, motioning for Namjoon to do the same.
“This is it,” you say, in your most uncreative moment of the night. “It’s nicer than the last place you saw me living,” you joke. It is, though. Much nicer. Having Tae to split the costs helps, and your art has actually been selling for the past couple of years, so that’s afforded you a little more than the old studio with a leaky shower and what was probably mold around the windows.
“Mmm,” he murmurs as he looks around the open space. “It was nice ‘cos it was yours. It felt like you. But this does, too.”
“Water?” you offer.
“Sure, thanks.”
You fill up two glasses from the pitcher in the fridge and pad back into the living room where Namjoon is looking at the art on one of your walls. It’s a combination of your paintings and Tae’s photographs that the two of you thought complemented one another.
“Your art.”
“Yes…?”
“No…” Joon shakes his head and sets his water down on your coffee table. “Your art. It’s why I came back. That's why I’m here.”
“Oh,” you squeak. It’s not what you expected—you didn’t expect an answer to your question, and even if you’d hypothetically received one, ‘your art’ wasn’t what you’d thought it would be. “I don’t think I understand. You want to buy one or something? You can just have a painting, Joon-ah... Friends and family discount. You didn’t have to come here for that.”
He frowns and shakes his head again before he carefully takes your water glass and sets it on the table next to his. Then he reaches for your hand, and when you offer it to him, he guides you to your own sofa to sit.
This time, sitting too close like you were in the noodle shop, you’re the one who’s nervous. Something’s up with him, and you’re not connecting the dots.
“I saw your show. The solo one. Congratulations,” he says. His smile is warm like his hand that’s still wrapped around yours and it feels like you could maybe let your nerves settle a little bit.
“Thanks. It was a lot of work, but worth it. I’m still a little surprised at how well it was received.”
“I’m not.” He says it with conviction, and you love it. The hint of praise laced with his belief in you has always been a driver of your confidence; you don’t love that you need the external validation, but it’s nice, regardless.
“It reminded me of home,” he continues. “Made me sick for it. Like I couldn’t stand to be away from it for another minute. So, I told my work I needed some time off, and I came home.”
“Oh… Okay. Well, I’m glad you felt something… I hope being home has been what you wanted.”
“You don’t get it,” he says, frustrated. “I haven’t been home, not really. Not until tonight.”
“Joon-ah…”
“Please? Can I get this out?”
And there are so many things to feel, you’re not even sure where to begin, so you just listen. It’s not easy to ignore the feeling of being on edge, the idea that you think you know where he’s headed with this. Since you’ve never even let yourself consider it (you’ve really not let yourself think about him much since he left. Certainly not recently), you have no idea what to think. So you focus on him instead; the tendons that run from his hands up his forearms that you used to love to trace with your fingertips, the way he’s filled out some since you last saw him—his chest and shoulders are broader, his jeans hug his thighs tighter than you remember… He looks good. Great, even. Everything you remember but a little bit more. Like he’s become the person he was always meant to be.
“I’ve dated a lot of people since I left,” he starts. And maybe this isn’t going where you thought it was. You scoff involuntarily, and he rolls his eyes at you. “Can you just listen to me?” he asks.
You nod. “Sorry.”
“Not at first. I missed you. I couldn’t figure out why you never… I don’t know… Tried to talk me out of it, never asked me to stay. I thought it meant that maybe you didn’t love me the way I loved you. After a while, a few months maybe, Yoongi told me I was depressing to be around, that I should try and make friends, meet people. He reminded me that I was the one who left, not you. And he was right.”
“I remember,” you say. It comes out a little harsher than you’d intended, but maybe not ever letting yourself think too much about him (especially about him leaving) has left you with some unresolved feelings you weren’t totally aware of. Namjoon’s jaw tightens, but other than that, he doesn’t react. Maybe he knows he deserves you being a little upset. Things ended oddly fine between the two of you, it was amicable, but if you’d let yourself feel everything back then, it might not have been that way.
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice softer now. “I needed to go, though. You know I did.” He looks at you, waiting for you to give him some reassurance you think, so you squeeze his hand.
“Yeah, you did, Joon-ah. It’s okay.”
His fingertips trace patterns across your wrist and you can almost feel his body get looser when you give the small peace offering. “So,” he says, “I tried. I met people, I dated people, I moved to new apartments with new roommates to new parts of the city. I tried to get that feeling back. Not to… I don’t know. Not to replace you, but to feel like I was home. But nothing worked. Nobody worked. And then I saw your show.”
“Oh…” It’s not much, but it’s the only thing you can think to say as he pulls you closer to him on the couch and runs a thumb across your cheekbone. It’s so much, it’s such a private thing for him to touch you like you're something breakable. Like you’re his, still. It’s making you short-circuit.
“Home,” he says in a whisper. “I needed to come home.”
“Home.” You repeat it like he’s taken all the words you used to know and pulled them out of your head to scatter on the floor in a mess.
His lips are on yours before you have time to process, and you hear a whimper that you quickly realize must have come from your own throat as he kisses you more tentatively than you ever remember him kissing you before. You know this is him testing the waters, giving you time to decide if you want this—sort of—and maybe this is a one-night nostalgia thing for him, or maybe this is what forgiveness tastes like, and maybe it’s a terrible idea, but Namjoon’s lips on yours feel like home to you, too, and you don’t want to talk yourself out of something that feels so fucking right. You didn’t even let yourself remember that you missed him until now, and your chest aches with something like longing even though he’s here, he’s real, he’s kissing you.
Kiss back, you remember suddenly. So you do. A slightly shaking hand moves to his thigh as you let him slip his tongue between your lips and lick into your mouth slowly. He’s firmer than you remember when you squeeze over his jeans and tilt your head to give him a little bit better access. The kiss, which started out so sweet, soon turns into something else entirely, and before you know it, you’re out of breath and letting out another whine when his hand drops from your cheek to around your waist and he tugs you even closer to him. You can feel him smile against your mouth when you pause to breathe.
“Is this okay?” he asks, cheeks flushed, dimples out, and hair mussed. He looks like a dream.
He looks like he’s yours again, and you want to let yourself have this, even if it’s temporary.
“Yeah.” You nod too furiously to even look remotely cool or in control of the situation, and he laughs. It’s not like he looks much better off with his swollen lips and the stars in his eyes. “Bedroom.” You’re up and pulling him up with you before he can argue, practically dragging him behind you past Tae’s room and the bathroom to yours at the end of the hall.
You move into your room and barely get the door closed before you’re being pushed back up against it, Namjoon moving his mouth down your neck, over your pulse point– all his attention focused on seeing what might make you shiver and whine. So much hasn’t changed.
It’s odd, you think, as he finds the perfect spot, to have to learn this all over with someone. Does he remember all your places and all the things you like? Will he still be patient like he used to be, content to watch you get worked up because of his touch before he lets you focus on him? Will he have new things that make him moan, are there new things he likes that he learned from someone else? All these questions float through your head as Namjoon slowly slips his hands under your shirt and pulls it over your head.
With your back against the wall, Namjoon drops to his knees in front of you and carefully unbuttons your jeans, slipping them down your legs with your underwear, groaning and face flushing when he finally gets you undressed.
“You… are… incredible,” he mutters against your skin in between leaving hot, wet kisses across your pelvic bone. “I’ve missed you so much,” he adds as he hooks one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder. His breath is hot on your skin and it’s like you can feel it everywhere—he’s barely even touching you and every nerve ending in your body is responding, wanting more.
As he brings his tongue to your clit, you let your head fall back against the door with a soft thud. He was always so good at this, he still is. His stubble brushes against you and makes shivers run up your spine. He’d probably not shaved that morning—you wonder if he did on purpose, remembering how you used to brush your cheek along his chin and tell him you liked it, how it made you feel soft and delicate when he wasn’t.
His tongue works you over in long strokes, dipping inside on occasion and you hear him practically whine when he really tastes you. There’s never been anything hotter, you decide, than his deep voice so fucked out and turned on because of you. If you could get off on sound alone for the rest of your life, that might be the one you’d pick.
When he finally slides a finger inside you, you moan—you’re so much louder than you’d meant to be, louder than you have been for anyone in so long, but he knows you. Knows your body, knows just how fast to move his tongue, how deeply you like to feel him inside you.
Namjoon’s lips form into a smile against you as he pauses, asking in a whisper, “Can I make you do that again?” before curling his finger inside you and taking your clit back between his lips.
“Oh, fuck…” you whine. And yes, the answer is definitely yes. “Keep going,” you say as he fucks into you, giving you space to roll your hips away from the door and into his face.
It doesn’t take much longer for you to come—Namjoon puts a large hand to your waist and helps support you as you tremble around him and your knee buckles. With a lot of effort, you ignore the quiet, private voice in the back of your mind that tells you that you don’t deserve this—that you shouldn’t be doing this, that you’ll get hurt again. Finally, your shaking subsides, and he moves your leg off of his shoulder and to the ground, keeping a grasp on you to help you stay upright.
“You’re… still very good at that,” you say breathily.
“Thank you. I’m pretty good at a lot of things, I think,” he says with a wink as he stands.
You love when he’s cheeky like this, confident in a way that you remember being one of his best traits. Like he knows exactly what he’s capable of. It’s the first time you’ve seen him like this tonight and it makes you ache for things you don’t think you can have, for the past. He’s suddenly close again, so fucking close, and you can smell yourself on his lips and you can feel that he’s hard in his jeans. He leans in, even closer, bringing his lips to yours but not doing anything with them, and running a single fingertip across your jaw to hold your face in place—no place to look except at him, square in the eyes.
“Are there things you’re still good at?”
Oh, holy shit.
And you’d remained upright this whole time, but fuck if your knees aren’t ready to give in now. You swallow audibly and struggle to form an answer in your post-orgasmic haze, turned on by the nostalgia and the way he’s half-whispering, half-rasping. The intimate way he speaks to you makes you almost drip again with desire.
“Well, if you’re not going to tell me, I guess I’ll find out for myself,” he says. Namjoon grabs your hand and squeezes, then leads you to your own bed. “Do you want me to find out? Do you want… me?”
It should be something you have to think about longer, should be more of a consideration. But it isn’t at all. Your head is bobbing a ‘yes’ of its own accord and you’re slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his sweater off before you really realize you’re doing it, before you can think about what it might mean in the morning. Before he slips out of his pants, he pulls a condom out of his wallet in the pocket and tosses it on the bed.
The simple action has you a little nervous now, like suddenly this is real, and this is Namjoon, the actual love of your fucking life who left you, and he must see it on your face as you stand next to the bed, naked, facing one another, and unmoving.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“Yeah… I’m nervous. It’s been so long and it’s… you.”
Namjoon cups your cheek and brings his lips softly to yours. His other arm snakes around your waist and pulls your body into his—skin to skin everywhere, and it feels so good. His body really is different than you remember: firmer, broader, bigger, and you like it. It’s different, but just as good, you decide. Familiar and different at the same time, just like everything else about him. When he breaks the kiss, he finally speaks.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I do,” you say resolutely, convincing him and yourself at the same time. You bend over to grab the condom and feel his hands on your ass, so you stay, dropping to your elbows on the mattress, remembering how he’s always appreciated the view from that angle. “Do you still like it this way, Joon-ah?” you ask as you push your hips back toward him a little, leaning into the familiar to calm any lingering nerves.
And instead of answering, Namjoon slides his hands up your back and down your arms, pulling you up at the elbows and pressing your back into his chest. “Yes,” he replies. “But not this time. I want to see you, I want to know I’m taking care of you. I want to remember.”
He starts kissing you then, lips on your neck, across your shoulders, hands wrapped around you—one teasing at your nipples, one firm around your waist. You do feel taken care of, and it’s nice, you decide, to be with him again. This part hasn’t changed. You meant what you said—he’s really good at this.
Eventually, you move to the bed, and you become a little more brave, letting yourself explore his body. As you lay facing each other, you run your fingers along the ridges of the muscles in his abdomen, stroke his cheekbones, let one arm snake around his ribs and then fall to his ass. He really is firm all over, and you find yourself more attracted to that than you’d anticipated. You murmur appreciations into his skin, telling him he’s worked hard, that he looks incredible, that you want to take your time and appreciate everything he’s tried to build.
Namjoon watches you as you test the waters, carefully mapping the ridges and planes until you take his length in your palm and start stroking him. The first time he breaks eye contact with you is when you bring your other hand down and palm his balls, softly squeezing as his eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a long, low moan.
Maybe things aren’t so different than you remember, after all.
You touch and kiss and whisper until you know he’s been hard long enough and you’ve been stalling long enough, and his hand makes lazy circles over your clit, no problem getting you wet again. Namjoon rolls the condom on and pulls your leg up over his hip. He’s careful in a manner that’s completely him (but you’re no longer used to from your recent hookups) as he slowly pushes into you. And you’ve been in a lot of… positions in the last few years, but nothing quite this intimate: chests pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, noses touching, and Namjoon so deep inside you, moving so, so slowly. You’re almost not moving at all, and you had no idea something like that could feel so fucking good.
It’s slow and sweet, and he kisses and caresses you, and you realize that this is was what people are talking about when they talk about the difference between making love and fucking.
Namjoon is quiet, quieter than you remember, but the look on his face is reverent, like he can’t believe you’re letting him do this, like he can’t believe you’re real. And you know how he feels, and you want to reassure him and whisper how much you care about him and how you think you could still love him, but it’s all too much for the moment. So, instead, you just let out soft moans of approval when he rolls his hips in just the right way and otherwise try to focus on him and the way he’s making you feel, cock buried in you, better than anything has been since the night before he left all those years ago.
Your second peak comes steadily and seems to last a while as Namjoon whispers how beautiful you look and how lucky he is. The praise has you clenching around him and pulling his climax out of him, too.
You stay intertwined as your breathing slows, kissing and smiling with pink cheeks and tired limbs. When you’re sure you can move, you slowly push back from him and roll off the side of the bed, grabbing his undershirt. “You mind?” you ask, holding it up. “I thought I’d grab water and if there’s anything else you want…”
“Sounds great,” Namjoon replies, a sleepy smile on his face, obvious in his preening over you wearing his clothes again.
You try not to let yourself think too much about what just happened as you retrieve your water glasses and fill them up again. You find your phone on the counter, next to Namjoon’s, and you shoot a quick text to Tae telling him you brought someone home and you don’t know if they’ll still be there in the morning. You don’t want your roommate to be surprised by a visitor. But you know if Namjoon’s still there when he gets home, Tae will definitely be surprised.
When you pad back to your bedroom and click the door shut behind you, you realize Namjoon’s already fallen asleep, snoring softly. He looks ridiculous on top of your sheet with the duvet kicked down to the end of the bed, his big cock soft against his big thigh and his hair sticking up in fifty different directions all over your pillow. His lips have fallen open to let his stupid snores out, and you have never been more endeared to anyone in your life.
Like a thunderbolt, it comes suddenly, the realization that you think you probably never stopped loving this man.
You set the water down on your nightstand and crawl into bed next to him, careful not to wake him up, even though unless something’s changed, you know he’s a fairly deep sleeper. You pull the duvet up over both of you and settle into your pillow, thoughts of unresolved and maybe unrequited feelings still clouding your mind.
He wakes up enough to roll over and sling an arm around you, possessive in a way you like. You miss being his, you miss the quiet way he loved you before. All folded up love notes and kind gestures and small gifts for no reason. You almost let yourself tear up thinking about how big your love for him used to feel—maybe still does.
You’re fully spiraling, deciding this was probably a massive mistake, when Namjoon strokes his thumb over your stomach and nuzzles into the back of your neck.
“Baby? You awake?” he mumbles, half-asleep.
And fuck, you’ve missed the casual endearment from him. “Yeah.”
“Do you want me to go?” he asks.
And you know three years ago, if you would have said it, it wouldn’t have mattered. That’s the real truth of it. Because if you’d asked him to stay then, he wouldn’t have, and he would have been making the right choice to leave, anyway. So letting him go without putting up a fight was easier on both of you. It was the right decision then to not ask him to stay.
But now? Now, after tonight, you know things aren’t the same as back then. Some of them, yes. But not the ones that matter, not the ones you’re thinking about when you reply.
“No, Joon-ah… I want you to stay this time.”
You feel him smile against your shoulder and pull you tighter into him. Neither of you says anything more, and it’s only a few minutes before he starts his snuffling snores into your hair again. It feels nice, you think as you finally start to drift off. It feels like home.
Summary: You and Namjoon settle in for movie night. Will anyone actually watch the movie though?
Rating: 18+
Genre: Smut. Established relationship
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Fingering, dry humping, little name calling (slut), Internal cumshot, unprotected sex, begging
Author’s Note: I had posted this a few days ago on a now deleted blog. I’ll be using this one for posting fics from now on. I really appreciate any feedback (my asks are open!) since I’m still new at this.
You sit on the couch with Namjoon, watching a movie he’d picked out. Your legs are draped over his lap while he absentmindedly massaged your legs. You look over at him, studying his face in the dim light of the tv, and you wonder how you managed to get so lucky. You’ve been dating for almost a year now. You’d been casual for some months prior due to his busy schedule, yet he still managed to prioritize you. You had never felt so safe in a relationship; it was a blessing in your life.
"Hey…you good?“ His voice startled you out of your thoughts. He had stopped watching the movie and was now looking at you, eyes focused on yours.
"Yeah, I was just spaced out.” You replied while turning your head back to the tv, the embarrassment at being caught turning your cheeks pink.
"What were you thinking ‘bout?“ he asked, hands no longer massaging your legs, full attention on you.
You turned your head again to face him, knowing he wouldn’t drop the subject. He always wanted to know what you thought and felt; you loved that about him.
"I was just thinking about how lucky I am.” you smiled softly.
Namjoon chuckled, “That’s kinda cheesy. 'How lucky I am’? Lucky how exactly?”
You decide to give your boyfriend Hoseok something he really wants—the chance to watch you get fucked by another guy. And what better place than House of Lust?
⤑ wc: 9.1k
⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader x hoseok
⤑ genre: non-idol!au, established relationship au, escort! au, smut
⤑ warnings: explicit sexual content, cuckolding, unprotected sex, masturbation (m.), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), rimming (m. receiving), lots of dirty talk (use of words like 'slut', 'whore'), degradation, slight cum play
⤑ read on AO3
⤑ this work is a part of the 'house of lust' collab, find the masterlist here!
Hoseok is everything you’ve ever wanted. He came into your life unexpectedly at a time when you weren’t even trying to find someone to date and managed to turn it all around. Hoseok made you want to get to know him better, and you realized you wanted to have him all for yourself and build a life with him, which scared you a bit. Through this realization that you actually were a relationship person, that maybe you were capable of having peace with someone else, you got to know yourself better too.
He opened your eyes to new things, new experiences, new feelings, and brought energy into your life, a radiance you’ve never felt before, which is why you want to be with him forever, make him happy, and create the perfect conditions for him to stay while not sacrificing your own comfort or happiness. It worked perfectly, and it still does.
Since Hoseok has slowly cemented his place as your favorite person, someone who’s been with you through thick and thin, someone you can’t imagine yourself without, you would do anything for him. That’s why you’re now watching a young, tattooed man you know as Jungkook getting naked in front of you, taking his features in slowly.
This is what Hoseok wants, it’s his wildest fantasy, deepest desire. A man who always has everything under control—including you—wants to see you be someone else’s, for his eyes only. It’s not a need you understand completely, but you don’t have to understand something to accept it.
Hoseok has told you about this wish of his quite a while ago and, at that point in time, you weren’t even remotely ready to delve into something like that. But, it’s been years since then, and fulfilling this desire seemed like a perfect gift, something that shows your love and devotion. If he doesn’t mind, why should you?
Since Hoseok is always so put together, neat, tidy—pristine, even—you chose someone who looked and seemed to be the exact opposite of your polished boyfriend.
Hoseok’s daily attire, suit pants and button-up, were in sharp contrast with the hunky man’s loose-fitting white t-shirt, pierced eyebrow, lip, and ears, and tattooed arms, which is what first caught your eye when House of Lust’s manager, Jimin, offered you a look into their services. The establishment was famous for its top-quality service and complete confidentiality. What happened in House of Lust stayed there, and you were sure Hoseok wouldn’t want anyone finding out about this kink of his.
Even though you know people who’ve used the services there, you don’t know the details, and you haven’t really asked. Jimin explained everything they had to offer, and you couldn’t even take in half of it: in-person service, calls, chatting, video call services, gloryholes, one-on-one, or group meetings… You name it, House of Lust offers it—and they do it well. Every single man you’ve seen at that place reeked of confidence and a promise of a good time.
Jimin, the manager, pointed out a couple of possible people for the job you’d described, and the man who’s currently naked in front of you is the one that caught your eye in an instant. The candidate’s hair was almost curly, falling over his eyes in messy strands as he cocked his head to the side and smirked shamelessly, and you instantly knew he was the one for the job. The smirk told you the man would be a lot of fun.
When you first contacted Jimin for a meeting, you did feel embarrassed. After all, your request was strange, some would even say perverted. You don’t even know how you got the words out with a straight face, but his reaction reassured you instantly. Jimin asked you more questions about Hoseok and this wish of his and then proceeded to offer a couple of his best men for the role, not making a big deal out of it.
“It’s important that there’s some kind of attraction between you and the man if you want to do this right,” Jimin explained with a smirk, sounding very reassuring and like he knew exactly what he was doing. His tone of voice and demeanor told you he was experienced in this industry, and for a second, you wondered if Jimin himself would be up for the job. “Based on what you told me, your boyfriend wants to see you enjoy it. He wants to be in the room, but not be a part of it. Get off while you’re enjoying yourself with another man. He doesn’t want to touch the other person or have them touch him—it’s all about possession, right? He wants you to demean him by sleeping with someone else and loving it, and then he wants to show you whom you belong to.”
That’s exactly what your boyfriend wished for, and also the reason behind you choosing Jeon Jungkook, the curly-haired man Jimin introduced you to as a potential candidate. As soon as you shook his hand, you knew he’d be perfect for the role—the exact opposite of your boyfriend.
And you were right, you think to yourself ten minutes into the night as you watch Hoseok gawk at you with his mouth open, clearly loving the way Jungkook’s talking to you, about you. The truth is, you’re turned on too, a lot more than you thought you would be by this.
When you decided to go to House of Lust for the first time, you saw it as a present for Hoseok, a sacrifice you were making for him, something you’re putting yourself through for the man of your dreams. However, now that Jungkook’s hands are on you, it doesn’t seem like a sacrifice at all. The man is attractive, clearly, and there’s an aura of confidence around him that just has you staring at his face, unable to peel your eyes from his figure.
Your boyfriend is seated on a sofa in the corner, watching your every move, enjoying the way Jungkook’s touching you as you two kiss at the foot of the bed, to Hoseok’s right, both naked. Before tonight, you’ve had a chat with Jungkook to discuss all the details (as per House of Lust’s rules), so you knew kissing would be on the table. But, this is his job, so you thought kissing wouldn’t be as good as it usually is nor as passionate.
Jungkook seems to be great at what he does because he kisses you like he means it—slowly at first, taking his time to get you to relax before his tongue finds its way into your mouth. When that happens, things take a turn for the worse in the best sense of the word. You moan almost instantly as his body presses into yours, allowing you to feel just how firm it is. The man’s hand is wrapped around your waist, the other one is keeping your chin in place while Jungkook kisses you, tongue exploring your mouth.
The kiss is wet and loud, sloppy, the opposite of the energetic kisses you get from your boyfriend, who usually bites you when he kisses you, teases you by moving away, making you chase after him. Hoseok always wants you needy, he wants to drive you crazy, to the point of begging. Jungkook does none of that—he’s letting you have it all right away, and that has its charms, you have to admit. While you’re making out like horny teenagers, his hands grab your asscheeks, squeeze them, grope them, knead them like he’s never touched anyone before, like he’s trying to explore your body and remember it.
It gets you wet, this need of his to run his hands down your ass, between your legs, and then drag them back up, repeating the movement rhythmically, slowly, each time getting closer to your pussy. Just when you think Jungkook is going to touch it, he pulls his hands up your ass, nails dragging across your skin. They quickly go back, making their way down between your legs, touching all around, repeating the motion over and over again until he finally dips his fingers into your pussy from behind. This motion makes you moan into his mouth, back arching instinctively, giving him better access to your sopping core.
“Wet already?” the man chuckles into the kiss and eases two fingers into you fully while moving his other hand to your front. The second it touches your clit, you grunt, your entire body shuddering at the intensity of his touch now that he’s finally got you where he wants you.
With a smirk, Jungkook turns to face your boyfriend, taunting him with a cocky tone, “You’re really not fucking her right. A man gives her a kiss here, a touch there, and she’s already dripping. Work on that.”
Hoseok hisses at Jungkook’s words but doesn’t say a single thing, as agreed. He’s just there to watch and admire, enjoy the way you’re giving yourself to this stranger, like getting demeaned like that. Of course, you’ve established the word that will make it all stop. Either one of you three says it, and you’re stopping. But, somehow, you already know nobody will use it today.
When you get used to Jungkook’s touch, you sneak a glance at Hoseok just to find him palming himself over his trousers, bottom lip sucked into his mouth, a feral look on his face. Your gaze falls to the tent in his pants that tells you just how much he’s enjoying the scene. Oh, you’re getting yours once this little show with Jungkook is over, your boyfriend will make sure of that.
“Are you always this fucking needy?” Jungkook chuckles and moves away from your mouth just so he can attach his lips to your neck and attack, sucking the skin into his mouth to get you to whine even more as his fingers start pistoning into you. Fuck. It’s your favorite thing, having someone go so hard and fast on you that you can’t take a proper breath, let alone talk back.
He knows it too, you can tell by the low chuckle against your skin and the way Jungkook continues rubbing your clit in circles. “Damn, you really need a good fuck. So fucking desperate, eating my fingers up… What a needy cunt you have and no one to pound it hard… Shame.”
His fingers hit that spot inside of you just right, with a lot of precision and so fast you’re already clenching around him. Jungkook catches you at your weakest, completely unprepared for it, and you come around his fingers loudly, eyes wide, mouth open in shock as an intense, short orgasm rips through you. You’re not sure where it came from or how he managed to get you to release that quickly, but you aren’t going to question it.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” you whine and dig your fingers into Jungkook’s biceps, completely taken aback by your body’s reaction, thankful you can hold onto him. “Fuck, fuck, Jungko—fuck!”
Your gaze meets your boyfriend’s as that happens, and Hoseok seems just as surprised. After all, he’s the guy who can make you come the fastest, he’s the one who knows every nook and cranny of your body, every curve and dip, every inch of your tight cunt—and yet this total stranger cracked the code by just shoving his fingers into you at an admirable pace.
Jungkook kicks his head back and laughs, getting cocky with the fact that he’s already cracked you. “That easy? I don’t even have to try tonight. You’ll thank me for just putting it in.”
He sounds full of himself and that just makes your knees shake. If he does this without trying, you can’t even imagine what he’ll do to you later if he decides to put real effort into it. Jungkook’s hand eases out of your cunt gently, and then he moves it up to your face.
“Open,” he gives a simple order that you immediately follow, and his fingers are laid flat on your tongue. “Suck.”
You proceed to suck your own juices off Jungkook’s fingers, moaning against them because his other hand is still teasing your clit, giving it a rub, and then stopping when you flinch, too sensitive for that type of touch right away. You don’t mind tasting yourself—Hoseok loves it when you suck him off after he fucks you, he gets off on knowing he’s making you taste yourself on him as you lick and suck, before you taste his cum too.
“Good fucking girl,” Jungkook hums after the compliment, giving your pussy a loud smack, one that makes you clench all your muscles. “At least he taught you one thing right.”
Your walls contract around nothing at Jungkook’s words, still not believing Hoseok is letting someone talk to him or about him that way. He’s right there in the room with you, but he’s just lounging around, stroking himself over his pants while he enjoys the show. If you ever told him anything similar to what Jungkook was saying, your boyfriend would fuck you into tomorrow, not letting you catch a break just to show you he fucks you best, just to shut your mouth up. Yet, here he is, letting Jungkook get away with it all.
“Fuck,” is all that leaves your mouth as Jungkook’s hand moves down from your mouth to pinch one and then the other nipple, getting you to shiver.
“Let’s do this right, huh?” the stranger cocks his head to the side with a grin and lets go of you. The sudden loss of the warmth of his body around you and his hands on you makes you wince, but not for long. Jungkook plops down on the bed on his back, positioning himself against the cushions in a way that lets him sit back and relax.
Then, he intertwines his fingers and moves them behind his head, knees spread wide, cock hard for you. The sight is more than arousing, you have to admit that much. Jungkook’s perfect from head to toe—chiseled, clean, smooth, tattooed, muscles defined, everything so big, giving you the biggest urge to grab him all over.“Come.”
You don’t have to be told twice, not when you’re doing it all for Hoseok, who’s watching you from the side like you’re his prey, eyes narrowed as he inspects your every movement. You can’t help but wonder what’s going through that pretty head of his, what kind of dirty thoughts are rummaging through it, but you won’t know—not yet, at least. You get on the bed and crawl up Jungkook’s body until your hips are positioned right above his, both of you naked and ready.
“Sit on it,” he instructs but tsks at you as soon as you reach for his cock to position it at your entrance. “Nu-uh… Like this.”
With a silent nod, you gulp and position yourself on Jungkook’s dick, which is still lying across his stomach, hard and ready for you. You can feel it between your labia, getting coated with your juices, pulsating with desire. It’s arousing, sitting on another man, his thick dick between your legs, but not in you, his eyes piercing through you while your boyfriend watches from the sidelines and enjoys your every move.
“Now, move,” Jungkook orders with a grin, fingers still intertwined behind his head as he watches you sit on his cock. Since he’s propped up on some pillows, he has a great view of both you and Hoseok, which is exactly what he needs for this game to continue. Right now, Jungkook doesn’t need you and Hoseok to make eye contact—he needs to be the one who looks at your boyfriend while he orders you around. “That’s right, I want your cunt to wet all of it…”
His words spark a fire inside of you, so you drag your slit across his length until your clit rubs against the very tip and you whine, moving your hips back down. You repeat that same movement a couple of times, adjusting to the feeling—it’s not exactly something you do with Hoseok. Is that what Jungkook’s going for, getting you to do something new while your boyfriend watches, getting to break you in? It makes sense, if that’s his goal. Isn’t that the ultimate desecration, getting to have what your boyfriend doesn’t, right in front of his eyes?
“Mhm,” Jungkook hums in approval as you continue to move up and down his cock, drooling all over it. You can’t help but notice that his eyes are fixated on your body, taking every inch of it slowly. “Just like that.”
Then, you realize you’re not providing enough friction for either of you, so you place both hands on Jungkook’s chest and start moving your hips like you’re riding him. Well, you are, but not in the usual sense of the word, with a dick in you.
Still, having your clit rub against his hard cock while you move up and down his length feels amazing, and the hiss Jungkook lets out tell you it’s making him feel good too. “Oh, someone’s getting needy,” he recovers by throwing the ball in your court and making you seem desperate, which you kind of are.
You can’t see Hoseok, but you can hear him breathing and you can feel his strong presence, the scent of his cologne reminding you he’s there even though he’s out of your field of view. The thought comforts you, but also makes you remember you’re here because of him, which means you should be doing everything you can to live out his fantasy, which is to see you fuck another man and enjoy it, act like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tired.
So, without giving it a second thought, you lean in even further and start dragging your wet slit across Jungkook’s cock even faster, making loud sounds this time, moaning, grunting, whining—anything you can do to get Hoseok excited.
“Want to feel it, huh?” Jungkook kicks his head back even more, letting it sink into the propped-up pillows, shooting a glance at Hoseok. “Your girl is so fucking needy for some good cock… It’s embarrassing, really. She just needs a real man to give it to her right. She got me all wet with her pussy and I barely touched her.”
You don’t say a word to that because it is true. This entire situation is such a turn-on for you, and your pussy is dripping at this point. Jungkook is a gorgeous man from head to toe and his charisma really does wonder for him too, but the man you really want is on that chair with his eyes glued to you sliding across another man’s dick, and he loves it—that’s what got you this wet.
“And you,” Jungkook’s attention is suddenly turned to you now, which makes you look into his eyes instead of the tip of his cock that’s peeking between your legs, “ride it for real now. Let me see what he taught you.”
You don’t need to be told twice, not when he’s asking in a way that has your pussy clenching around nothing. Your fingers wrap around the thick cock and hold it upright while you lift yourself up and position it at your entrance. Slowly, you sink onto Jungkook’s cock, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back and a grunt to leave your mouth. Jungkook moans too, and you can swear you hear some sort of a sound coming from your boyfriend. Sadly, you can’t see him, but you hope he’s enjoying all of it.
The second you get adjusted to the delicious feeling of having an unfamiliar cock inside of you—thick and veiny, heavy even—you start rolling your hips into him, allowing Jungkook to feel your walls move around him with every slow movement.
“Ah, that’s right,” he shifts slightly, hands still behind his head, thighs spread like he’s here to enjoy the sight of you riding his cock, which, technically, he is. “Ride it just like that… Show him how much you like fucking someone else. Maybe he’ll start to put in some effort to please you if he hears you scream for another guy’s cock.”
You grunt at Jungkook’s words, feeling dirty because of them, but in a way that doesn’t feel… bad. The fact that you can hear Hoseok fumbling with his zipper and clothes calms you down and reassures you—your boyfriend is enjoying this, too.
“Is that all you can do?” Jungkook’s tone is derisive as a playful smirk drags across his lips, but you’re not offended. No, it’s a challenge now, and you want nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off this man’s face.
So, you start riding him for real, the way you ride Hoseok, hips bucking into him hard and fast, pussy swallowing his cock whole, coating it with your juices, hands gripping the sheets next to his sides for support. You keep doing it for as long as you can, your body feeling like it’s on fire because of the sheer size of Jungkook’s cock, paired with how hard it feels inside of you, rubbing against your walls with every quick push of your hips forward.
“Mhmm,” he moans sweetly, and you’re happy that he’s finally reacting in some way other than being smug. “You take cock like a real slut.”
“Yes,” you agree with a moan, and Hoseok grunts behind you, so you throw him a look over your shoulder and find him with his mouth open and his pretty hand wrapped around his cock, jerking it slowly. “I always take his cock well.”
“I bet you do,” Jungkook agrees with a chuckle, but he still looks cocky about the whole thing. “He loves watching you take it, too. Gets all hard seeing you act like a slut for other men.”
The more you move, the more Jungkook’s expression changes from confident to excited, and you love seeing it. You can also hear Hoseok spitting, which means he’s probably getting his hand wet so he can feel even more, and that motivates you to change your pace. Instead of rolling back and forth, you use your knees to lift your hips and smack them back down on Jungkook, which he seems to like, judging by the way his body cramps when you do it.
He’s looking at Hoseok over your shoulder, smirking before looking back at you, finally unclasping his hands and moving them to your front just to pinch both your nipples at the same time, earning a loud whine from you.
“You look so fucking good riding cock,” he decides to inform you softly, rubbing your nipples between his fingertips. “Such a good slut for your boyfriend, huh?” With that, he smacks both your breasts, hard enough for you to let out a loud moan, wanting more. “Let him do whatever he wants? And now you’re getting to do what you want.”
“Mhm,” you hum in agreement, even though that isn’t true, and you both know it—you’re doing this for Hoseok, and for Hoseok only. The fact that you’re enjoying it is just a happy coincidence. “Fucking you for him.”
“That’s because he can’t fuck you right,” Jungkook chuckles as he tells you, his hands flying to your ass cheeks so he can grab them while you continue to slam your hips into his from above, allowing him to enter you all the way time and time again, filling you completely. You’ll be so fucking sore tomorrow, you can already tell, but it’s worth it. “Which is why he’s letting me ruin you with my dick. Wants to watch how a real man fucks you and makes you come…”
Hoseok hums to this, to your surprise, and Jungkook just smirks at you. “See? He likes sharing his little cockslut with other men… Knows he can’t give it to you right and we can. So, whenever you feel like you want a man to satisfy you, call me. You know where to find me.”
You’re never going to call Jungkook again, not unless Hoseok insists, but the thought of it makes you go feral, so you start fucking him so hard the entire bed moves. Your hands grab his shoulders so you can use his body for support as you move your hips fast, and his chuckle dies in his throat as soon as you start. A minute in, he’s chuckling lightly in between moans, his curls starting to stick to the sweat on the sides of his face, making him look almost angelic.
“What a needy slut! Look at you riding my dick like it’s the only one you’ve had,” he grunts, hands still on your ass, smacking both cheeks harshly. “Is that all your pussy can do?”
“No,” you hiss at him, angry that he doesn’t think it’s enough when you’re already losing it, feeling sweaty and fucked out, your pussy wet, contracting around him, walls luring him in. Despite all of that, you start jumping up and down even faster, kicking your head back as you ride Jungkook, moaning his name over and over again.
It’s Hoseok’s name you want to moan, of course, but it’s not a part of what tonight’s all about. You can’t show you want your boyfriend— you should be acting like all you want is the man under you, this perfect male specimen who got you to come around his fingers in less than a minute, this dude with a thick and hard cock that can seemingly go for hours without tiring.
“Looks like I’ll have to do it all by myself,” Jungkook chuckles and his hand flies to your throat, fingers expertly wrapping around it and lightly squeezing. “But that’s what I’m here for, right? Ruin that tight cunt.”
“Fuck yes,” you nod at his words, and he pulls you in until you’re lying on top of him, your mouth next to his.
Jungkook kisses you, and it’s once again sloppy and wet, needy even, as his tongue pushes inside your mouth and circles your own. His hands fly down to your ass, holding it as his hips move up, away from the bed, feet pushing into the mattress. “Your girl really needs some good dick in her life… She’d talk back less if you fucked her brains out every once in a while.”
God, Jungkook doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about—he’s never seen Hoseok in his full power, making you kneel naked, hands tied behind your back, unable to touch him until you beg and cry for his cock. You’re sure even Jungkook would enjoy the sight of your boyfriend fucking your throat. After all, he’s trained you so hard for it that you can now take dick so well.
Jungkook’s also never seen how determined Hoseok can get when he wants to ruin you, how precisely he can hit that spot and rub your clit, getting you to squirt all over him until you start getting dizzy. If he knew about any of that, Jungkook wouldn’t ever say anything along those lines, but he doesn't. He's just here for the night, to fulfill this fantasy.
“Now you’ll see what a real good fuck it,” he chuckles in a way that sends shivers down your spine. With that, Jungkook starts pumping himself into you from below, each thrust allowing him to enter you even more, fully, filling you up completely. All you can do at that point is cry out his name and hold onto him, your head falling into the crook of his neck.
Your body relaxes, making it easier for Jungkook to manhandle you, pull you in closer while his hips continue to snap up at you, going faster and faster until you can’t think straight or say a single word. All that’s leaving your mouth are cries—hey can’t even be called moans anymore. They’re incoherent sobs, your voice straining as pleasure threatens to burst from the pit of your stomach again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble into his neck, feeling the tip of his cock sending you over the edge again. As your orgasm rushes through you, making your entire body clench, you cry out, fingers digging into his skin. Jungkook doesn’t slow down. Instead, he keeps pumping himself into you, clearly enjoying the way your walls close in on him.
His movements just make you moan louder, and your boyfriend’s name slips out of your mouth—body overflowing with desire to feel him, make him happy—and this little slip-up makes Jungkook slow his movements down and chuckle. “Don’t forget what you’re here for,” he whispers softly, reminding you that you shouldn’t be calling for Hobi now. He is right, that’s not a part of your boyfriend’s fantasy.
“Damn, she’s easy to satisfy,” he sounds a lot more confident when he talks to Hoseok over your shoulder. “You just have to go fast and she’s coming like crazy… Guess she really needed a good dicking down.”
Hoseok hisses but doesn’t say anything, keen on letting it all play out without his interference. But, you can hear his hand moving around his cock, not too fast, but just enough to give him some friction, to ease some of the tension that must have built up by now. When you finally open your eyes and take a deep breath, you sneak a glance over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend and are more than surprised to see that he has already come—all over himself.
Seeing his pants and fist covered with cum as he keeps fisting himself does something to you, something you can’t really explain, so you sit up again and start rolling your hips into Jungkook without a warning, eyes digging into Hoseok’s over your shoulder. Knowing that he was able to come just seeing you have sex with someone awakes a new wave of arousal in you, and you decide to let it all go.
“Can’t get enough?” Jungkook chuckles, smacking your tit lightly before sitting up and taking it in his mouth, suckling it, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Suddenly, you’re in his arms, heels pushing into the mattress next to his ass so you can move your hips and cause friction between you two as Jungkook plays with your tits.
“He loves it too much,” you admit, still looking at your boyfriend. He’s so fucking hard and horny, you can see it from all the way over there on the bed. Hoseok came, but he’s still touching himself to the sight of another man’s cock in you. “He can’t get enough of it… Loves watching you fuck me and use me as you please while he can just sit there and take it.”
What was the thing that threw Hoseok over the edge? Was it seeing you come because of another man’s cock? Was it Jungkook’s demeaning words and the way he spoke to your boyfriend? Whatever it was, it made Hoseok feel that good, and you are grateful. That’s exactly why you wanted to come to House of Lust and give him this experience.
So, your hands fly to the younger man’s neck, wrapping around it, thumbs lifting his jaw up so you could kiss him. This time, you’re taking the lead with the kiss and it’s once again wet and sloppy, all you can feel is tongues playing with one another, accompanied by loud moans. “Yeah, ride my dick like that,” Jungkook grunts into the kiss, hands moving down to grope your ass. “Be a good slut for me and take all of it, just like that… Show him how you ride a dick when it fills you up just right.”
His legs are now spread and hands are keeping your cheeks spread too, so Hoseok can get a good look at your cunt getting stuffed with another man’s big cock. It’s a wet mess down there, you feel it, you just know your juices are dripping down Jungkook’s balls, making a mess out of him and the sheets below. But, you don’t mind it, not at all. Quite the opposite, you’re hoping Hoseok can see your excitement.
“What a good fucking slut,” Jungkook mumbles as his fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your ass. “You really want me to fill you up real good.”
“Fuck yes, give it to me,” you moan in return, starting to use your knees to move up and down his thick cock, loving the way your contact with Jungkook is setting your skin on fire, or so it feels like. You’re hot and sweaty, skin damp, especially where it’s touching his, but it just turns you on more. “Stuff me full of cum, Jungkook, let him see it.”
“Dirty,” Jungkook chuckles at the idea and smacks your asscheek hard, so hard you grunt and speed up. “Such a nasty slut too, huh?” With that, he looks at your boyfriend over your shoulder. “Wants other men’s cum… Bet you’re going to save it for him, let him fuck you and see that another man’s used your cunt like a fleshlight, just in and out fast until he came, huh?”
God, the mouth on Jungkook is astonishingly dirty, and you’re enjoying every second of it. The best part of it all is that it seems he is enjoying it too. The biggest fear you’ve had here is that the third party would seem completely uninterested, that it would all seem fake, that Hoseok wouldn’t be able to get into it, but you’ve chosen the perfect man for the occasion.
“Yeah, I want him to feel it in me,” you admit and play along. You did want that, mostly because you know it will drive him crazy to feel the remnants of another man’s excitement deep between your walls. “To know you had me before he did.”
“Oh, he’ll know. He’ll feel how stretched you are after riding my cock, trust me,” he chuckles, spanking your ass again. “Let’s show him how nasty you are, huh?”
“Let’s,” you nodded in agreement, wondering which one of the things you agreed to would Jungkook go for. You ticked off at least 15 boxes, but under the agreement that not all of them had to be done tonight. They were just guidelines so Jungkook would know what he can and can’t do with you.
“On your knees,” Jungkook orders you, and you instantly move away from him, letting his hard cock fall out of you and land on his stomach with a loud, wet slap. “No, no, turn your ass to him.”
You do as ordered, kneeling next to the edge of the bed, right in front of Jungkook, while your back is turned to Hoseok who’s sitting so close to you. While you’re getting in position, you notice how hard your boyfriend still is, a white-knuckled grip around his cock stopping him from coming again. If he stands up and takes a step or two, he could slip right into you from behind.
Jungkook scoots to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the floor, his crotch practically in your face—a sight you find mouthwatering. Tangling his fingers in your hair, he grins and orders, “Now suck.”
Once again, you obey him and wrap your mouth around the tip, letting your tongue wet it, even if it’s already coated with your juices. Then, you start bobbing your head against his length, wanting to take more of his cock in with each move of your head, which makes Jungkook grunt at you.
His head snaps in Hoseok’s direction again as he decides to taunt your boyfriend once more. “You taught your little slut well,” Jungkook chuckles, grabbing your hair and pushing your head into his crotch, which gets you to choke on his cock as it enters your throat without a warning.
Then, Jungkook pulls your head away and pushes it forward again, letting you get used to the feeling of your throat being used as a hole for his cock, nothing more. “Yeah, like that… Take all of it, want to feel your tongue on my balls.”
Your eyes water more and more with every thrust, and soon enough, tears are streaming down your face, but you can take it. This is no news to you—Hoseok fucks your throat regularly, especially when work gets frustrating and he just wants to get off. You’re no stranger to that or any other type of rough play in the bedroom, which clearly amuses Jungkook, “She takes dick so fucking well. Is she like this for you, too? Or does she just like me a lot?”
He’s so cocky you can’t help but moan. You don’t know this man and you’re never going to see him again, but Jungkook knows how to get you going, how to say words that make you act like the slut he refers to you as, how to push Hoseok’s buttons—and it’s working. You can hear your boyfriend jerking off to the scene in front of him, and you wish you could take him in your pussy while you’re sucking Jungkook off. That would be perfect.
“I think you just can’t get enough of my cock,” Jungkook laughs and licks his lips, looking at you with excitement in his eyes. It is a good cock, you have to agree, thick in all the right places, and since it comes in pair with such a filthy mouth on such a handsome guy, it’s a winner. “Take all of it if you can, let me see it.”
You do as asked once again, allowing him into your throat as much as you can, instantly making a gagging sound and pulling away, thick strings of saliva connecting your open mouth with his thick cock. “Look at you drooling for me…” he laughs, eyes sparkling as they meet yours. “Balls. Suck.”
Jungkook’s firm grasp on your hair still controls your movements, but you do the best you can as you flatten your tongue and move it up and down his balls, getting into it. He smells great and he’s smooth all over. On top of that, he’s clearly enjoying the feeling of your tongue on him, so you close your eyes and lick him the same way you do Hoseok, pushing your head in, opening your mouth wide and only moving your flattened tongue while you moan. It drives Hoseok wild and, judging by the way his hips buck into your face, the way you’re going down on him has the same effect on Jungkook.
“Such a good slut for me,” he compliments you which sparks something in you—you start moving your head up and down, side to side, in circles, as Jungkook just pushes you towards him more, clearly loving the amount of pressure your tongue gives his balls.
Then, you suck one into your mouth, roll your tongue around it, and release, making sure it enters your mouth fully before you push it out and quickly suck the other one in and give it the same treatment. “Ah… Your girlfriend’s fucking great with her tongue. So hungry for it even though she already came twice… Can’t get enough of a good dick, huh?”
You hum and nod before releasing his balls and licking the underside all the way to the tip. You take it into your mouth fully and move away, slowly licking your way down to his balls again. His thighs are clenching, so you grab them, fingers sinking into them instantly, which makes him buck his hips into your face again. “See? Can’t get fucking enough of it,” he chuckles and shoots a glance at Hoseok, but quickly returns his focus to you. “Desperate to please, hm? Anything to get some cock.”
Jungkook seems to be very composed. If it’s just a front he puts on since he’s at work, it’s a good one, but you’re cracking through it slowly—his brows are furrowed, teeth digging into his bottom lip as sweat forms along his forehead and the sides of his face, slow grunts encouraging you to go on. When you switch to the other ball, his grip on you tightens and he seems entranced by the way you play with him.
“More,” he tells you, so you try to get both balls to fit inside your mouth. When they finally do, you run your tongue across them, making Jungkook moan and buck his hips into you. “He’s watching you closely,” Jungkook informs you, eyes now fixated on your boyfriend. “Maybe he’s wondering where’s all this energy when you’re fucking him. You’ll have a lot of explaining to do later.”
You hear Hoseok hiss from behind you, which gets you to start sucking harder, legs spreading even more so your boyfriend can see how wet you’re getting with each dirty word that leaves Jungkook’s mouth. After a while, he grows tired of it and pulls your head away from his crotch. “Now, lick,” he smirks and places both feet on the bed, head pulled in by his strong wrist as your tongue finds his hole.
You have agreed to this beforehand when explaining to Jimin everything that you found appropriate for this session. He gave you the rundown of things and the preparations that go into it, stressing the fact that everyone is clean, neat, and tidy before every session, and that all guests need to get tested for STDs too. You have an IUD, too, which is why no protection is used here tonight. All these requirements just made you believe you’ve made the right choice when selecting House of Lust—there was little risk and a lot of rewards.
Jungkook groans when your tongue meets and circles his tight rim. You’re not gentle at all since he’s clearly into it and wants more, and that’s exactly what you’re there for. At first, you tongue the rim with your very tip, applying some pressure, just enough for Jungkook to feel it, to want more. “Fuck, baby, right there…”
Then, you flatten your tongue and press it against his hole, licking up and down fervently, which gets him to buck his hips into you, his big cock twitching on his stomach. When your tongue starts poking his hole, Jungkook finally lets out a moan—a real one, the type that makes you shiver, wanting to hear more.
“God, your slut’s really great with that tongue,” Jungkook tells Hoseok. The fact that your boyfriend is watching you do something so nasty, something you’ve only ever done with him, makes you get even more excited about the whole thing. You’re sure your pussy is glistening with juices, a nice sight for your boyfriend. “So thankful someone finally fucked her right.”
Hoseok grunts and you can only imagine the look on his face. Sadly, you can’t see him, not when your mouth’s around Jungkook’s rim, teasing it, licking, sucking, but you’re sure he’s fixated on your pussy as you shake your hips for him while going to town on this stranger.
As evidenced by his hums and moans and the way his body clenches and releases, Jungkook enjoys your tongue for a while, letting you please him for a couple of minutes before he pulls you away again.
“Think it’s time I come, huh?” he asks with a chuckle that makes you get goosebumps, his tone suddenly turning so low. “Be a good girl and milk my cum out of me.”
Your hands instantly wrap around his cock, but the action makes Jungkook kick his head back and laugh. “You think I’d make it that easy? No, with your wet cunt. Sit on my lap.”
Jungkook plants his feet firmly on the ground, allowing you to sit on his lap as he leans backward and places one hand behind his back for support. You sink into his chest, facing your boyfriend and spreading your legs so Hoseok can get a good look at you. Finally, you get to see him, and it’s just as hot as you imagined. He’s chewing on his bottom lip, fingers still wrapped around his hard cock, and you get the sudden urge to taste him. Not yet, though, you tell yourself. Just a little bit more and Jungkook’s out of the picture then, and you become Hoseok’s again.
“Now you’ll show your man over there how you ride a dick like a slut,” Jungkook tells you, and you lift your hips up, aligning his cock with your entrance. The very next second, you’re lifting your hips up using your knees, fucking yourself against Jungkook’s hard dick. “Show him how much you enjoy having a nice big cock in you.”
“Fuck!” you moan, feeling him filling you up fully, stretching your walls, even though it slides in so easily, coated with your juices. “Yes, I love it…”
“Mhm, a real fucking slut,” Jungkook grunts, hand grabbing your breast and squeezing it before he gives you a light smack, which is enough to get Hoseok’s undivided attention. “Such a good cunt, too…”
A second ago, his eyes were glued to the place where your body met Jungkook’s, and you’re sure he’s enjoying the way your cunt swallows a big cock. But, the way Jungkook’s treating you is more interesting to your boyfriend right now—he’s pinching and pulling on your nipple as you ride him, grunting loudly as you do so.
“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck,” you sound desperate when you mutter as you look at your boyfriend, wanting to be with him badly, needing him to come over so you can finally touch and feel him.
“Who’s fucking you good?” Jungkook asks but you don’t answer—you’re too busy moaning to make words come out of your mouth, so he brings his hand down to your clit and smacks it, which earns a hiss from Hoseok. “I asked you something.”
“You, you are,” you say after the initial pain turns into pleasure, after you realize Jungkook can still ruin you if he feels like it.
“And what’s my name?” The question sends shivers down your spine, especially since it’s followed by Jungkook’s mouth on the side of your neck, and incessant rubbing against your clit. HIs tongue feels perfect against your warm skin, wiggling its way under your jaw, sucking on the skin there just enough to make you grunt.
“J-Jungkook,” you moan the word, moving your hips in circles as you stare into Hoseok’s eyes. “You’re fucking me so good.”
“Tell him again, whose cock are you riding?” Jungkook asks as he points at Hoseok before his hand flies back down to your clit. “Tell him who can make you act like such a slut.”
“Yours, Jungkook,” your voice sounds strained, and the words come out like cries as his fingers continue circling your clit, making you ride him faster to get some relief. “You, you…”
“Are you gonna take all my cum now?” he asks but knows you will, as previously discussed.
You hum in agreement, which is all Jungkook needs to release his load inside of you. But, you don’t stop moving as he comes, continuing to ride him, his cock spurting cum into you as your eyes dig into Hoseok’s. You can’t get enough of the way he stares at you in awe, eyes dark with desire, cock leaking precum which creates a wet spot on his pants.
Jungkook’s now grunting loudly as he sinks down into the bed, both hands grabbing your hips to help you ride him until every drop is out. The sounds he’s making turn you on, the low grumble in his throat as he rides out his high, but it’s Hoseok’s expression that ruins you—a look you’ve seen many times before, one that tells you he wants to be inside of you badly. You two have never done anything like this, so you’re not even sure what to expect once Jungkook is out of the equation, once you’re left alone with your boyfriend.
As soon as you feel Jungkook’s body relax under yours, you lift your hips up enough for his cock to fall out, but you cup your crotch and clench hard, trying to hold all of it in for Hoseok. You know he’s going to ravage you now, so you get on all fours at the edge of the bed, pressing your chest into the bed, ass up in the air so Jungkook’s cum stays inside.
It’s the man’s cue to leave, so he nods at you and Hoseok and grabs a towel to cover himself up. With a quick goodbye, Jungkook’s out of the room, and your boyfriend gets up to lock the door behind the man, ensuring no one will interrupt what’s to follow. You have the room for at least another hour, if you want it, as agreed with Jimin.
When the door’s locked, Hoseok walks over to you, lets his pants and underwear fall down his thighs without uttering a single word, and eases his cock into you in one swift motion, one that makes you cry out for him.
“Fuck, baby,” you whine, enjoying the feeling of his dick sliding right in. Jungkook’s cock was different, new, but Hoseok feels so good and familiar, yours, so you can’t help but moan from the second he enters you fully on the first try. “You feel so good!”
“So fucking wet,” he speaks after a couple of thrusts, voice raspy. “Full of someone else’s cum.”
That gets you to grunt and arch your back even more, letting Hoseok do whatever he wants. He pumps harder now as if the mental image of that paired with the feeling around his cock makes him even hornier.
“Did you like it?” you hiss through gritted teeth, wondering just how much Hoseok enjoyed watching you get railed by another guy, get used by the man while he insulted your boyfriend, who just sat there and jerked off. “Liked seeing him fuck me?”
“Seeing you get fucked like a slut?” There’s some playfulness in his chuckle, which is only stressed by the way his hips start snapping into you even faster, cock filling you up fully whenever it enters you. “Fucking loved it.”
“Do you like how Jungkook stretched it all out of you?” You’re crossing the line here, entering dangerous territory, saying something that might actually be taken the wrong way, that might ruin the fun.
However, it does the exact opposite. Hoseok hisses, his fingers wrapping around your hips tighter, and starts going so fast you have to grab a fistful of the sheets to stop your body from yanking forward and away from the cock that’s touching you just right.
“Look how proud you are of letting another man use your pussy and come inside it,” he mutters, his hand flying to your hair so he can pull on it, getting you to arch your back even further. “Acting like a real slut tonight.”
“More, baby, more,” you break character and whine, feeling yourself close again, so close you can already feel the tingling in your lower belly, your toes curling as Hoseok keeps pistoning into you, pushing against your sweet spot over and over again. “Fuck, Hobi, fuck!”
“Insatiable whore,” he chuckles from behind you, but his voice is strained and you just know he’s close to blowing his load inside you. Still, Hoseok is always a gentleman—unless you ask him not to be—and he always makes sure you get what you want before taking care of himself. So, he keeps pulling your hair since he knows it’s your favorite, your scalp prickling with warmth, sending shivers down to your swollen core. “Pussy full of cum and you still want more.”
“Yes, yes, I want it,” you sound fucked out, trying to nod, but his hand stopping you, yanking you by the hair. “Please, more, please…”
“More what?” Hoseok sounds harsh now, but it’s because he’s falling apart too, you just know it. While you were enjoying yourself and coming because of Jungkook, Hoseok was just touching himself quietly, unable to touch or taste you or have you do the same to him. It must have been torture, which is why he’s having a hard time lasting long now—and you kind of like that.
“Make me come… Fill me up,” you whine, your words coming out in the form of weak cries, tears forming in the corners of your eyes because of how intensely you’re getting fucked, how raw and swollen your walls are, and how perfectly your boyfriend fits inside, like he was made for it.
Suddenly, Hoseok goes quiet and lets go of your hair, pushing himself even closer to you as his hands fly down to your hips. Then, he unleashes his anger on you, fucking you so hard you completely let go, letting him use you, fuck you so hard you can’t think straight. All you can do is moan over and over again while his cock sends you over the edge, your vision going blank, head and body buzzing, pussy walls fluttering around Hoseok.
“Ah, what a good girl!” he mutters when he feels your clenching. Not long after, he releases too, slowing down his pace as loud, long grunts and sighs leave his mouth, your pussy now full of his cum too. “Fuck…”
“You were great,” you tell Hoseok after a while, once you’ve calmed your breathing enough to speak, ass up in the air, your boyfriend’s cock still lodged inside of you.
“Let’s get out of here, huh?” Hoseok breathes, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder from behind, sweaty bodies pressed into one another. “You did so well for me tonight, so fucking well.”
You hum happily, allowing him to clean you up, even though you’re sure Hoseok would prefer you to keep all that cum inside you so you can continue playing when you get home. If this was any regular day, you would have done it, but you’re completely spent now, still struggling to breathe properly, and you’re already feeling sore, not to mention swollen.
“You took it so well,” he plants a soft kiss on your lower back, followed by another one to your ass cheek while his hand uses the rag to carefully wipe the cum that’s still seeping out of you. “My good girl… Fuck, that was hot.”
“Yes,” you agree, mind rushing to images of Hoseok jerking off on his own, coming all over himself at the sight of you getting fucked. “You are hot.”
When he’s finally done, you move backward until your feet are on the floor, instantly wincing at the feeling between your legs. You’re fucked out, completely, muscles starting to hurt.
“I’ll take care of you tonight,” Hoseok says and wraps his arms around you, letting you rest against his chest for a while. His fingers run through your hair as his mouth plants soft kisses all over the top of your head. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
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⛓️summary: When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.
⛓️word count: 5.3k
⛓️warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink, good girl kink, she’s tight, he’s big, fingering, mutual masturbation, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cumshot, dick tattoo, not the soft jjk i usually write
⛓️paired & puppy-eyed⛓️jjk's pov
⛓️summary: When Jeon Jungkook agrees to be your partner for a class project, he doesn’t realize what that might escalate to until you show up at his door in a teeny-tiny crop top and cling to his tattooed arm like his naughty little kitten.
⛓️word count: 4.6k
⛓️warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, reader calls herself a sl*t one time, dick tattoo, many rounds of sex off screen😔
⛓️pastries & promises⛓️reader's pov
⛓️summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, you’ll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.
⛓️word count: 3k
⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble
⛓️playboys & pancakes⛓️jjk's pov
⛓️summary: When your fuckboy model friend Park Jimin returns from Paris, Jungkook can't help but feel a little jealous and protective over you even though the two of you aren't technically dating yet.
⛓️word count: 2.6k
⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, oc is a lil brat, boy gets jealous🤭, soft cuddling, jimin is a tattooed fuckboy, no explicit smut in this drabble
if you guys have any specific things you want to see from the p&p couple, feel free to lmk and i might write a drabble for it if i have time!✨ here's a list of ideas for future drabbles✏️ also adding the teaser link here bc the amount of notes is memeable✨
pairing: namjoon x reader (ft. no gendered language! bc lots of people get periods!)
summary: your boyfriend suggests a new way to relieve your period cramps.
word count: 4.2k
contains: explicit sexual content ~*~*~ established relationship, boyfie joon in a hoodie/glasses/with stubble (yes that's a warning), they use the term 'baby' a lot because it's me writing joon duh, some minor implications that menstruation is gross (from reader) (buuuut they get over it lol), 🩸period sex🩸, nipple play, fingering and clit stim, joon has a monster cock bc of course he does, size kink, bulge kink, he's all up in their cervix, reader has a.... cervical orgasm which might just be an a-spot orgasm my googling was inconclusive whatever none of you care - a good mix of fluff and playful bickering, the ending is soft 🫠
A/N: JOON HOES I HAVE RETURNED FOR YOU 🫡 it's been too long, so please take one of my favorite things i've ever written as my very sincere apology. idk this really just flowed out (no pun intended ksdjhgdfsdf) and i had a lot of fun with it, i heart bodies doing body things yknow. shout-out to my period for being extra bad last month and inspiring this.... it's called MANIFESTING amiright besties 💅✨ i hope y'all enjoy!!!! would love to hear your thoughts if you did 🥺💜
and all the love in the world to @haliiimede for betaing and being my emotional support capricorn, where would i be without you my love
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The hinges of the bedroom door creak softly as it’s pushed open, and you glance up.
You’re where you’ve been for as long as social responsibilities will allow you to hide from the world and futilely attempt an afternoon nap: curled up on your side, knees pressed tight to your chest, gritting your teeth through each fresh round of stabbing pain. It’s worse than usual this month, for no discernible reason, which is stupid.
Namjoon leans against the doorframe, domestic-cozy-cute in the way that usually makes you want to jump him, glasses and a hoodie. He can’t help but smile sympathetically when he notices your arms are wrapped around an emotional support Koya plushie.
“You okay?”
You wince. “Cramps. I’ll be fine.”
There’s a flutter of mattress springs and bed sheets as he sits down at your side. “Is today the worst of it?” You nod. “Did you take your stuff?”
You smush your cheek against the top of Koya’s head, nuzzling into the soft fabric, tactile comfort. “Yes.”
“Extra-strength?”
“Yes, Joon,” you snap. “I’ve been having periods since I was twelve, I know what I’m doing.”
“Okay, baby.”
You feel guilty as soon as the exasperation-tinged words leave your mouth. “Sorry. I’m being an ass. Just… fucking hurts.”
He tries again. “Heating pad?”
“Worked for a bit, but I got too hot.” Your feet kick frustratedly under the blankets. “I’m ready for winter.”
Namjoon laughs at this. “Does that mean too hot for some company?”
The corners of your pouted mouth just barely start to pull up as you pretend to think it over. “…No.”
“Okay then.” He pushes back the sheets to slide in next to you, removing his glasses and reaching over to deposit them on the nightstand. He smells good, clean laundry and woody cologne. You don’t fight him when he moves to gently pry Koya out of your hands.
“Get out of here,” he murmurs, and you laugh in surprise when he unceremoniously flings the plushie across the room.
“Hey!”
“We don’t need him,” Namjoon says with a smug smile as he adjusts the blankets so he can settle in behind you.
Just the presence of him pressing into your back, big and solid and familiar, makes you start to unwind. His hand slips under your oversized t-shirt to rest on your low belly, fingertips dipping beneath the band of your underwear to gently trace over your skin. The warmth is nice— you feel yourself melt a little under his touch.
“You know what’s good for cramps?” He asks softly. You hum a response, prompting him to continue, and he does. “Orgasms.”
With a sigh, you turn your head to press your face into the pillow. “Vibrator’s dead.”
“Do you want me to plug it in?”
You make a sound that isn’t a clear yes or no, debating internally, then finally answer. “Don’t leave.”
He doesn’t. “What can I do then?”
The answer is immediate, paired with a dry laugh. “You can put me out of my misery.”
Namjoon shakes his head, tuts a little. “Can’t do that. But maybe I can help another way.”
The hand on your stomach slowly starts to slide further up, over your waist and rib cage, coming to cup one of your breasts. He gives it a tentative squeeze. “Sore?”
You shrug. “A little.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
His thumb starts to move, tracing slow, lazy circles over your nipple, coaxing the soft bud to a peak.
You let your eyes flutter closed and allow this sensation to overtake the others, enough to pull an appreciative noise out of you. “Nnh— feels good.” Your voice comes out nearly a whisper.
“Good.”
He wiggles his hips a little in response, and you can’t help but laugh when you feel something firm press against your ass. “How are you hard right now?”
“I don’t understand the question.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling, and you shift to turn onto your back so you can see him properly. It doesn’t hurt that it also gives him a better angle to play with both of your breasts— a second hand quickly finds its way up your shirt. “Everything turns you on.”
Namjoon shrugs, unbothered. “With you, yeah.”
“But…” You shift your legs vaguely under the sheets, knowing he’ll understand what you mean. “It’s gross.”
“How?”
The feeling of his fingers gently flicking over both of your nipples simultaneously makes your brain lag. “Uh— dirty.”
“Not true.”
Your eyes flutter shut again as you try to keep up with the conversation despite the heat of arousal that’s starting to swell in your gut, and lower. “Okay, messy.”
“All sex is messy,” Namjoon says, like it’s a given.
You huff a noise of frustration, glancing over at him. “Stop being obtuse. It’s different.”
“I’m not,” he insists. “It just sounds like you have some unnecessary shame. It’s a natural thing.”
“Natural,” you deadpan back. “You’re a hippie.”
He smiles. “Maybe.”
The admission is paired with a light pinch to your nipples, and you inhale sharply, biting back a whimper. “A freak.”
His laugh is soft and deep. “Sure. Have you fucked on your period before? I know we haven’t, but— ever?” You shake your head into the pillow. “Might feel good. They say it helps.”
You scoff at this. “Yeah, I bet ‘they’ all have dicks.”
“We don’t have to.”
Namjoon pauses, as if waiting for you to make a decision. You can’t ignore the way his hands on your tits have worked up a steady pulse between your legs.
“…You’ve done it before?” You squeeze your thighs together as you ask the question.
He shrugs. “Yeah.”
“And it wasn’t gross?”
“No, baby. It’s just a—”
“Do not say fluid,” you interrupt with a grimace.
He quirks an eyebrow. “An output.”
“Actually, I think that’s worse.”
A smile blooms on his face, dimples popping, his hands jiggling your breasts. Playful. “It’s free lube.”
You laugh despite yourself. “We’ll mess up the sheets.”
“We’ll put down a towel,” he corrects. “And if we do, I’ll wash them.”
You pause for a moment, considering. “Promise?” There are few things more torturous than the idea of doing laundry on your period.
“Yes, baby,” Namjoon assures you, his gaze roaming over your face. “But I don’t wanna force you. If you feel that bad, let’s just watch a movie.”
You narrow your eyes at him, unable to hide your smile. “Nuh-uh.” You scoot a little closer, rolling in to hitch a leg over him, your socked foot teasing up the back of his calf. “You played with my tits too much. No turning back now.”
The answer makes him cocky, his tongue briefly toying at the corner of his mouth when he smirks. “I’m not scared.” His voice is deeper, darkened by lust, enough to send a shiver through you.
You tilt your jaw up towards his mouth. “Kiss me.”
His lips are soft and warm when they press to yours, and you tip onto your back again, his knees and forearms sinking into the mattress as he follows to cover your body with his.
Your palms slip under his hoodie to slide up over the smooth, defined muscles of his stomach, the broad expanse of his chest. His tongue flutters over your lower lip, and your hands trace back down to the hem, bunching the thick fabric up in your fists.
“Take this off.”
Namjoon smiles against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck, his hands still pawing under your shirt. “Bossy today.”
You tug at his hoodie again for emphasis, earning a pinch to your nipples in response. “You like it.”
“I do.”
“Off.”
He sits up on his knees, untangling himself from under your shirt to strip, and you do the same. You can see the imprint of his dick already straining against the thin fabric of his joggers, and you reach up to slip your fingers under the waistband, running your palm down the length of him over his briefs. There’s a new kind of ache in your core now.
“These too.”
He laughs a little. “Okay, baby. And do you wanna—”
You follow his gaze to stare down at your own sweatpants. “Yeah, let me just. Bathroom.”
Namjoon leans forward, so his mouth ghosts over yours when you sit up. “I’ll get the towels.” He sucks gently on your bottom lip when he kisses you. It’s enough to leave you breathless.
You do your best not to overthink it as you slip into the bathroom and go through the motions. Sweatpants off, underwear too, pad discarded, attempt to clean up a little. You move fast, trying not to leak. The blankets are pushed to the foot of the bed when you return to the bedroom, brown towels laid over the sheets, even a box of tissues on the nightstand.
Namjoon has kicked off his pants and underwear, one hand lazily pumping himself as he turns to face you, muscles in his forearm shifting from the motion.
You lick your lips appreciatively. His cock is flushed dark, hard, already wet at the tip. The thought of him dripping precum just from setting out towels and tissues makes you giggle a little as you climb into bed— a Virgo through and through.
The mattress shifts as he crawls over you, letting go of himself to trace a slow hand up your thigh, over your hip, to finally settle at your waist. “Still okay?”
You nod and pull him down.
He kisses you more fervently this time, and you tilt your head to lick into his mouth, your breath edged with a moan when your tongues pass over each other. You run your hands along his back, nails scratching gently, as his lips move to brush against your jaw, then nibble at your ear.
“How do you want it, baby?” Namjoon’s voice goes straight to your cunt, thick and dripping like honey.
Your mind swims as you try to answer the question, and you instinctively bring your knees to your chest, not unlike the way you were curled up in bed earlier. You pull them apart a little, spreading yourself for him, nowhere to hide. Heat blooms in your face as his eyes trace your body down to your pussy, and he hums softly.
You suck in a breath at the barely-there brush of contact, his slender fingers tracing over your folds. “Is it bad?”
“It’s perfect. It’s you.” You bite down on your lip, not quite willing to believe it’s that simple. “Can I touch you?” You nod again. He groans a little in the back of his throat when he presses in. “Fuckin’ wet.”
“Joon,” you gasp. Your cunt flutters around his finger, tender, as if to suck him further in. He adds a second, sliding easily, and you can feel the way he curls inside to pet long strokes over the ridges of your front wall, made supple from sensitivity. The pleasure sends a shower of sparks through you, and your spine arches. You squeeze your eyes shut as they roll back in your skull.
“This okay?”
You reach up to dig your fingernails into his arms, his biceps flexing under your touch. “’Sgood, baby. More.”
“More fingers?”
You shake your head, eyes flickering open to meet his. “Cock.”
It’s both dirty and domestic, doing it in broad daylight, the bedroom drenched in mid-afternoon sun that pours between the cracked window blinds. No shadows to disguise it, no questioning the color painted over Namjoon’s fingers when he withdraws, dark red.
Your discomfort feels like an afterthought compared to how badly you want him now. He pauses to wipe the excess off on the towel beneath you, free hand guiding the still-slick tip of his cock to brush over your folds, teasing.
You can’t help but whimper. “Baby.”
With a soft grunt, he does it again, more purposefully now— the whole of this thick cock grinding over your slit, both of you smeared messy with arousal and flushed warm from blood-flow.
You press yourself up on your forearms in time to see him wrap his hand around the base and slide it in. He pushes slow, but you’re wet enough that he can slip right to the hilt without resistance, and your jaw goes slack as you watch all of him disappear up inside you.
“Ah, Joon—” you hiss a little as he bottoms all the way out, fucks in until there’s no space left between you.
He stills his hips, eyes flitting up to find yours. “Hurts?”
You shake your head and whine softly. The stretch was easier than normal, actually. “Just, nnh— full.” Letting your head drop back on the pillow, you breathe a laugh. “You’re fucking big.”
He’s nearly wincing. “You’re swollen, baby. Makes it feel like more.”
The pressure of being filled blooms thick, indulgent, a sensation you can feel all the way down to the soles of your feet, every inch of you plugged up with his cock. You lick your lips and try to speak.
“Can you move?”
Namjoon flashes a dimpled smile, suddenly shy. “Hang on.” He scrunches his nose a little, eyes rolling up briefly to fix at a spot on the wall behind you. You can hear the strain in his voice. “Trying not to come.”
Your eyes go wide. “Really? Are you a teenager?!”
He huffs an indignant laugh, face flushing. “It’s like a fucking flood down there! And you’re extra tight… So damn, give me a second.”
Giggling a little, you reach up to loop your arms around his shoulders, fingernails lazily scratching at the nape of his neck, combing through his dark hair that’s gotten so long. He exhales a slow stream of air as he closes his eyes for a moment, then blinks them open again with a smile.
“Okay. You okay?”
You hum. “The pressure is… it’s good. Think it’s helping.” Your cramps have started to subside, or at least you’re not focused on them.
“It’s not too much, all the way in like this?” He circles his hips experimentally, which makes the head of his cock press firmly against your cervix.
“Fuck,” you hiss, and you feel him reflexively start to pull out, paired with a concerned look flashed over his face. You smack a hand to his lower back to stop him, to hold him still.
“You squeezed me so hard. Thought I hurt you.” He rolls his hips again and you both groan softly. “Shit, baby, look down.” Namjoon’s voice is slightly hoarse.
You tilt your head up to see an unmistakable bulge in your lower abdomen that shifts as he ruts his hips into you again. You gasp at the rush of pleasure and the visual of his cock so deep inside you.
“You like that?” You swallow hard and nod at his question, whimpering as he brings one hand up to gently press down around his girth. A mixture of pleasure and relief floods through you, and you moan. “Like it when I’m in your stomach, baby?”
Your head drops back against the pillow. “Fuck” is the only answer you can give as he keeps moving his hips.
It takes you by surprise when you feel the brush of his lips over yours, and you tilt up to deepen the kiss instinctively. “So damn sexy,” he murmurs into your mouth. For a minute, you let the rest go, and allow yourself to believe him.
Namjoon falls into a consistent rhythm, cock grinding into your cervix so steadily that it makes it impossible for you to bite back your moans. He keeps one hand splayed over your stomach to meet himself there, and your cunt squeezed in between feels liable to overflow, on the verge of splitting open.
“Nnh, shit, Joon, that feels so good.” It’s like he’s pressing up on your lungs now— you can hardly breathe, dizzy with pleasure.
Fucking is somehow more intimate this way, taking him as deep as you can go and keeping him there, his shallow flutter-thrusts rocking slow and heavy for your shared sensitivity. Trading lazy kisses and stilted breaths and pretty sounds into each other’s open mouths. The press of his broad hands into your skin and the towel-guarded mattress, the wet squish of your folds on the base of his cock.
“God,” Namjoon groans, breath ghosting over your lips. “This perfect fuckin’ pussy.”
Without warning— or maybe in response— your walls start to pulse, and then the dam of steadily built-up pleasure bursts, a rush so intense that you can only gasp and dig your nails into Namjoon’s shoulders. “Joon, Joon—” You clarify when his brow creases with concern: “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You think you might die if he does.
He keeps going, barely-there strokes that rub the thick head of his cock into you over and over, and you cry out as you come fully undone.
A strange new feeling lights you up like a live wire, warmth radiating through your body as contractions squeeze your pussy so tight you swear you see stars when you close your eyes.
Namjoon curses under his breath, your whole body shaking beneath him as he works this surprise orgasm all the way out of you, until your thighs reflexively pull together and he stills his motions again.
“Oh my god,” you murmur, turning your head to press your cheek into the pillow. You slowly start to come down through the aftershocks, a lingering buzz glittering in your fingertips from the weight of his cock still crammed up inside you.
Namjoon’s large hands pet up the backs of your thighs, trailing soft heat. “You good, baby? That was crazy.”
“I-I just—” You exhale in an attempt to catch your breath, and it turns into a laugh as your eyes flicker open. “I didn’t know I could come from that. Fuck.”
He cracks a smile. “Sensitive. How’s it feel?” He leans forward to seek a kiss and you return it, nuzzling along the line of his jaw once you break apart. His stubble drags against your cheek, not unpleasant, and you shiver a little.
“I don’t know, I just had a crazy fucking… cervix orgasm,” you tease. “I’d say it’s pretty good.”
“Just don’t want it to hurt.”
“It doesn’t,” you murmur into his mouth. “So fuck me?”
You both moan when Namjoon begins to properly move, thrusting slow and deep-deep, your pussy clinging tight to him on the upstroke. You’re wet enough to gush when he fucks back in— just the sound of it makes your head spin. Your clit aches, so worked up untouched that it’s starting to throb.
“Baby,” you whine. “Touch me. Wanna come again. Please.”
He hums a soft noise of surprise, eyebrows raising, hips worked up to a steady rhythm now. “Already?” His lips press to yours again, and a sly smile spreads across them as he pulls back. “Needy.”
You huff a laugh, leaning up for another kiss, insatiable. “I said please.”
Namjoon earns a whimper out of you this time when his tongue swipes into your mouth, and he’s a little breathless when he breaks away. “I like you needy. I’ll keep you in this bed all day, if that’s what you want.”
“I—nnh—” you lose the thread of mid-sex conversation entirely as he shifts to free one hand and bring the pad of his thumb to your clit, flicking down firmly at a pace to match his strokes. “Fuck, Joon.”
Your hands grasp at the pillow beneath your head, fingers sinking in to grip desperate. He’s pounding heavy into your g-spot now, your legs spread wide and back arched up to take it.
It’s so good, it’s overwhelming, warm glow all the way through you. Arousal drips from your cunt to make the squelch of his strokes even messier. His hips are unrelenting, and your thighs start to shake from the pleasure, amplified with every pass of his thumb over your clit.
“Just—” You can barely speak, have to gasp for air after the first word, “—just like that.”
“Baby,” Namjoon’s voice comes out hoarse, in the way it does when he’s close, too. The bed creaks from the weight of his strokes. “So damn tight, so soft, can you feel it?”
A whine and a nod are all you can manage. You can feel him everywhere, down to the details, the fat veins that run the length of his cock molded to your walls, pulsing velvet heat. Your cunt melts lush around him, wet and raw as he fucks you apart. He rubs you in time to bring you over the edge again, and you’re helpless to it, can only let out a strangled sob of a noise as you tense up and come hard.
Namjoon’s thumb keeps circling, hips keep rocking, working you through it and groaning low in his throat for the way your cunt clenches up around him. Your nails dig into the pillow as you shudder and gasp.
“That’s it, shit, baby. Tight little pussy, gonna make me come too, fuck.”
With a grunt of effort, he pulls out, one hand reaching down to stroke his cock as he comes, thick ropes of his release painting your stomach in milky gloss. Your cunt pulses around nothing, hot pleasure aftermath, twitching sensitive.
Fucked to oblivion, you collapse against the mattress, feeling spent and heavy-all-over. Your head is still spinning, enough that you’re only distantly aware of the way Namjoon’s ragged breathing softens at the edges and starts to dissolve into gentle laughter.
Your eyes blink open to see him leaning over you, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.
“Good thing I grabbed these,” he remarks as he lifts up his red-stained palm.
You can’t help but gasp at the sight. “Oh my god, Joon.”
The corner of his mouth pulls up enough for a dimple to wink back at you as he goes through a couple tissues to clean himself up. “Relax, baby. It really doesn’t bother me.” He pulls a few more loose from the box to deal with the mess on your stomach. “Just wanna point out that you don’t mind when I come on you.”
You huff. Smart-ass. “It’s different.”
“Is it?” He challenges. “It’s just bodies being bodies. Byproducts of the human condition.”
You can’t quite hide your smile. “You’re a poet.”
“Maybe.” His clean hand smacks playfully against your thigh, jiggling the soft skin there. “Shower time.”
The whine that escapes you sounds pathetic, even to you. Movement of any kind feels impossible. “I won’t make it.”
“Come on.” You yelp and grab to wrap the towel beneath you over your waist as Namjoon scoops you up in an effortless bridal carry and heads for the bathroom. He turns the shower on with his foot as you cling to him for dear life, but he somehow manages not to drop you.
When he deposits you onto still-shaky legs, you let the towel drop to the bathroom floor. The water is scalding when you step into the shower, the way you both like it. Crowding you under the spray, he reaches for the washcloth and squirts a liberal amount of body wash into the fabric, infusing the steam with eucalyptus and mint. It feels like you can breathe a little deeper.
One large hand comes to your hip under the water as he works up a lather. “Turn around.”
You can feel the staining at the crux of your thighs, dry and sticky, as you shift unsurely in place. “Nnh,” you pout. “Can I rinse first?”
“Nope. Tryna take care of you, so let me.”
Scrunching your nose for dramatic effect, you turn for him. When the washcloth passes over your skin, his touch is so gentle, so immediately overwhelming, that emotion bubbles up before you can stop it. There’s nothing you can do to hide the way your shoulders start to shake as tears spill down your face.
It takes a second, and then you feel his motions slowly come to a stop. “Baby?”
You shake your head, embarrassed, bringing your arm up to wipe at your nose. “‘m fine. Emotional. Ignore me.”
“I can’t do that.” He rights himself, and the fingertips of his free hand trace the line of your jaw, encouraging your gaze to meet his. “Talk to me, please.”
Another fat droplet slides down your cheek, and his thumb catches it. You inhale, trying to catch your breath, and your chest shudders. “It just. Feels like too much, sometimes. Like I don’t deserve it.” You gesture broadly. “Everything, you. I don’t know.”
Namjoon frowns a little as he momentarily drapes the washcloth over the edge of the tub. “C’mon, don’t think like that.”
When he pulls you in, you allow yourself to sink into the embrace, tears flowing freely as his strong arms press you close. You know he’ll let you ride it out, the same way you do with him.
His lips brush over your hairline. “You’re good to me, wanna be good back,” he explains, voice low. “That’s all.”
Your cheek rubs against the hard plane of his chest as you nod.
“You’re so good to me, Joon. Too good.”
“Nah.” You don’t even have to look up to know he’s smiling— you can hear it in his voice. “You’re easy to love.”
Jungkook invites you over to his place for the first time. Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, violence, needles, hopelessness, explicit smut, touching on DD&LG & BDSM themes 18+ content
SERIES COLLECTION
For Jungkook, seventy two hours might as well be a life time.
Withdrawal is consuming his immortal being, his every thought, his every decision. He’s had a few blood bags over the last few days but nothing compares to how the taste of you makes him feel, not even close.
Growing impatient, he dials your number once he physically can’t take it anymore. You came back from your trip four days ago, he left it an extra day just to ensure your blood will be clean of any rose thorn by now, and if it’s not he’ll know for sure that you’re the one purposely ingesting—
“Hello?” Your sweet, innocent voice answers, forcing him to pull himself together and calm down.
“Where are you?” He bites, swallowing, as merely the sound of you forms a coat of saliva on his tongue.
“I’ve just left class, why?” Your confusion doesn’t go a miss, and it’s reasonable giving that he’s calling you in the middle of the day when the sun still shines high in the sky, a time where he and the rest of his species are usually deep in slumber.
He exhales, cocking his head to one side with closed eyes, “Can you come over?”
“…Now?”
“Mhm.” He’s nodding, one hand gripping his phone tightly, the other balled into a fist and resting against his bedroom door to keep himself standing, his back hunched and head dipped low. He’s a mess, and he detests how dependant on your blood he’s become. What makes the situation worse is that you have no idea about his secret obsession.
“Uh… I guess I could catch an Uber to Euphoria—”
“Not Euphoria.” He swallows again, wetting his lips, “I'm at my place. I’ll send you the address.”
“You want me to come over to your place...?” Jungkook can hear your concern, which is by no means misguided. How he hasn’t killed you out of pure gluttony yet he has no idea, and you being alone with him in his home only amplifies the chances of that happening. But he’s desperate, so desperate that he’s almost begging for you to come over. You, a human.
“I-, yeah. There was an incident with your donations, they were accidentally destroyed.” He lies through his teeth, knowing full well he’s stored them away in the depths of his ‘blood-fridge’ in case he needs to bring another vampire down a peg or two in the form of liquid poison.
There’s a brief pause before you speak again, the hustle and bustle of daytime life ringing in his ears, “Okay… Text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”
You end the call there with a tight frown, unsure of what the next few hours will have in store for you. A myriad of things bubble inside your stomach. Nerves, anxiety... excitement. Since you last saw Jungkook you’ve dreamt of him every single night. His eyes, his tattoos, his body… While you’ve tried to convince yourself dreams are just that and nothing more, there’s a part of you that longs for your dreams to become reality.
You’re lonely, deeply saddened by your underwhelming life and brother’s illness. And considering you have very few friends to turn to, truthfully you don’t want to turn down Jungkook’s company.
No matter how dangerous it could be.
As promised he sends you his address and you transfer it into the Uber app, waiting all of three minutes before being picked up just outside of campus. It’s cold out today, you’re dressed in a cream high neck knitted dress and black tights with thigh-high boots of the same colour. A long coal winter coat pulling the ensemble together and keeping you warm. Sitting in the back of the cab you’re surprised to see he’s calling again, but you answer it regardless.
“Hello…?”
“Let me know when you’re outside.” His voice is low and gruff, dare you say it a little sexy and you swallow thickly in return.
“Okay… Is that all?” Your brows are raised expectantly, gazing out the window at the tall buildings that pass you by as you enter the more luxurious side of town.
He sniffs, clicking his tongue, “Promise me you’ll text me when you’re outside.”
“I-, I promise.” You exhale shakily, more anxious than ever.
“Good. Doors open, let yourself in five minutes after you text me.”
You nod, as though he can see you, “Okay...?”
Jungkook abruptly ends the call there.
When you arrive at his home you do as you were told, sending him a simple text message and allowing yourself five minutes to drink in your surroundings. It’s not a gothic old-century mansion like you naively expected, no, it’s the epitome of the American dream. Down to the white picket fence. It’s a two-storey detached house on the better side of town, at first glance you would think perhaps the owner would be a young couple having just moved into a bigger space upon the discovery of expecting their first child.
It's modern, large glass windows consuming most of the walls, they’re mirrored on the outside, presumably so the UV rays of the sun can't penetrate into his personal space – giving you a chance to subtly once-over your appearance before bravely heading into his garden. Which is exceptionally well kempt. To put it bluntly, it’s just not what you expected in the slightest. There’s no tallest tower, no pit of lava below a tiny rickety bridge leading to the main entrance, no bats swarming round the building and not one single sign of a coffin.
Are you ignorant for being this surprised? You almost feel guilty that you anticipated something else.
The front door is home to a large brass sign with the number ‘97’ engraved in dark, intricate artwork. It’s beautiful, if a sign could ever be such a thing. Five minutes has definitely passed so you muster the courage to let yourself inside, announcing your arrival.
“Jungkook…?” You call out, but there’s no response. “Hello? It’s me…”
You’re peering around his home, noting how open and light everything is. And clean. And not at all like a typical vampire’s lair if there is such a thing. The furniture looks equal parts expensive and homely, everything falling into a monochrome aesthetic that really emphasises the size of his place. It’s when you hear the unmistakable sound of chains rattling from beneath the floorboards that your heart stops beating. Does he have a secret dungeon where he keeps hostages? Are you going to be taken hostage? You’re panicking, blindly and quickly moving through the house in search of a weapon just in case.
As though you’d stand a chance against him.
“I’m not going to keep you here…” You hear Jungkook chuckle sinisterly from a distance, mentally cursing yourself for allowing your thoughts to run wild once again. He can read minds, shit. Need to stop forgetting about that.
You frown, having no idea where he is, “Where are you?”
“Downstairs. The supplies to make the donations are on the kitchen counter—”
But it’s too late for him to continue his explanation, because you’re already making your way down the staircase that leads to his basement against your better judgement. Now you’re familiar with Fifty Shades Of Grey, you’re aware of the BDSM community. You know all about the kinky depths of Pornhub but Jungkook’s basement exceeds the shock value of all of those things.
If Christian Grey’s play room had an affair with Jungkook’s strip club it still wouldn’t look like this. This is something else, red tube lighting creates a seductive ambiance in the basement that smells like warm ginger. Every wall is exposed brick, dozens, maybe even hundreds of black hooks adorn the bricks complete with leather whips, steel chains, paddles, floggers, ball gags, handcuffs, restraints, blindfolds, collars, canes, and is that a sex swing? No, a sex swing doesn’t have stirrups, right? You stop breathing when your eyes catch sight of the huge black four-poster bed centred in the room, sitting atop of an animal print rug that contrasts against the shiny dark flooring.
And then you see him. Each of his limbs chained to the adjacent post on the bed. Arms and legs spread wide, physically restrained and tied to the bed wearing nothing but black ripped skinny jeans. Every tattoo, every muscle, almost every square inch of his body exposed. Save for whatever lies beneath those obnoxiously tight jeans. His hair is damp and pressed to his forehead, tickling his hooded eyes that are already fixed to you.
“You shouldn’t be down here.” Jungkook growls, chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as it heaves up and down.
“Sorry-, I-,” You look somewhere else, somewhere that isn’t his half naked body, or the collection of sex toys in a dark, historic looking haphazardly half-closed trunk at the foot of the bed. “Why did you call me over if—”
“Everything’s in the kitchen. Make your donation and get out, the money is on the countertop next to the coffee machine.” He’s borderline panting, fiery gaze seemingly glued to your face.
You’re nodding, even though you have five billion questions inside your mind right now, “O-okay. Why are you…?” Your eyes hungrily drag up and down his toned stomach, his heavily tattooed arms and rib cage, the prominent V line muscle peeking out about his jeans. You swallow, struggling to keep your mouth closed. “Why are you chained up?”
At this he scoffs before wetting his lips, “Because if I wasn’t I’d kill you.” He throws his head back into the crimson silk pillows, visibly uncomfortable when his eyes squeeze shut, jaw tight. “These restraints are made for supernatural creatures and you have exactly twenty seven minutes before the timer ends, they’ll unlock and I’ll be free. So get on with it.”
“What is this place…? Some kind of kinky sex dungeon?” You giggle, drinking in your surroundings with raised eyebrows.
“Twenty six minutes and fifty one seconds.”
You’re smirking, daring to edge closer to where he lays, until you’re standing next to the trunk at the foot of the bed. “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you… Like this before.”
“Y/N.” He groans, gnawing his lip hard enough to bleed, chains rattling against the bed posts when he struggles against them. “Do you have a fucking death wish?! Get out!” He roars, voice raspy and oozing with something indescribable when he fights against the restraints again.
“You can’t hurt me for another twenty six minutes.” You sigh, loving that you have such power, such dominance over him in this moment. Maybe a little too much. “Are you sure you should be around my blood if you haven’t fed—”
“I didn’t invite you here to chit chat. Go upstairs, make your donation and get the fuck out of my house before I really do kill you.” His patience is thinning, as is your resolve. He just looks so… sexy. Tied up, spread wide, panting and gasping for air because he wants you so badly. Well, your blood. You’ve never seen something so tempting in your life—
Jungkook’s voice is equal parts seductive and menacing when it rolls off his tongue, his eyes blackened by desire when they catch yours. “Keep your thoughts to yourself little girl.”
“I-, and if I don’t..?” You hum, boldly crawling onto the bed to kneel in the space between his legs. But you don’t touch him, you simply stare at him through long, flirtatious eyelashes. He can't hurt you, you repeat in your head over and over.
He can't hurt you. You're in control.
Oh the things you would do to him, the things you’d let him do to you… Maybe you’re thinking recklessly, he’d kill you without a second thought but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to dwell on that right now. You want him, his presence always finds a way to ignite a lust-fuelled fire inside you, and today is no different.
“What exactly are you gonna do, hm? What exactly can you do right now?”
At this he laughs, loudly, craning his neck to get a better look at you, the noise akin to a hyena discovering its prey, “You really do have a death wish, don’t you?”
You shrug before your body deflates with the weight of the truth, a pained smile threatening your lips, “Guess I don’t have much to live for.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence thickening the air, perhaps you said too much. You don’t even know why you started talking to begin with, it’s not like he remotely cares about your life. You’re nothing but a donation, a breathing blood bag for him and his strange tests. Jungkook’s gaze is intense, but he remains silent.
Well, you should probably get this over with and head home before he does kill you.
“I don’t have time to… yknow, so I guess I'll just leave my donation upstairs when—”
“You do have the time.” He snaps, nodding lazily, lips pink, ajar and swollen from biting down on them. “It took you less than ten minutes to come in my office.”
Blood rushes to your cheeks when you suppress an embarrassed giggle, “Right… But I don’t exactly want to fuck myself in your kitchen, so...” You snort, but Jungkook’s eyes darken with something indescribable.
“I said I’d make an exception once.” He reminds you, using his tongue to toy with his lip ring when he shakes against the restraints, “So you have two options. Either go upstairs and fuck yourself before donating, or be a good girl and show me what you did in my office.”
Your eyes bulge from your skull, a rush of heat hitting your core hard, “W-what?”
“Oh Y/N…” He growls, raking his gaze over every curve and crevice of your body before settling back to your face. “You were thinking much dirtier thoughts not even three minutes ago. I should’ve known you were all talk and no action.” He chuckles, followed by sharp inhale between his teeth, similar to a sensitive hiss.
“I-,” You freeze. He’s not wrong about what you were thinking. And the idea of having him watch you, restricted, unable to do anything save for looking at the mess you’re sure you’d make of yourself… It’s enough for a dull throb to pulse between your thighs.
Arrogance and curiosity take over, along with the need to feel something other than sadness. You need an escape from reality, and fucking yourself to orgasm in front of a vampire who’s admitted he wants to kill you is very distant from your mundane everyday life.
A distraction.
“Fine. But good girl isn’t exactly my style.”
You’re smirking, slowly unbuttoning your large winter coat and tossing it to the ground, making sure to hold Jungkook’s eye contact the whole time. You stand for a moment, tugging the boots and tights down your legs and kicking them off, followed by your panties. You should be embarrassed, you should be running and screaming by this point.
But you’re not.
You’re sitting on the bed between his thighs, wearing nothing beneath your dress, closely watching his reaction when you spread your own legs and give him the perfect view of your glistening pussy.
His chains clang and crash against the bed posts, his hands balled into tight fists and his eyes physically incapable of looking away from the sight in front of him. “Fuck… Fuck! Free me of these fucking chains now, I need… Fuck!” He gasps, hooded eyes entirely black, jaw so sharp you would bleed if you touched it. He’s panting, thick brows furrowed in concentration, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat when he swallows nothing. Nostrils flare when he takes a deep inhale, mouth falling open with nothing but a low moan and whispered praise.
Jungkook’s reaction does nothing but spur you on, heat and wetness surging your folds faster than humanly possible. The fact his eyes clearly showcase the demon within isn’t phasing you, his long fangs, the fifty shades of purple veins spilling from his eye sockets, nothing phases you.
You don’t care that he’s a vampire right now, because he’s looking at you with so much hunger, so much desperation that a wicked smile pulls your lips. Maybe all this time he's wanted you just as much as you want him.
Maybe.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you begin pressing rough circles onto your most sensitive area, pleasantly surprised by how aroused you already are. The immortal man is visibly suffering, writhing around in self-pity and frustration when you hold your weight with one arm, allowing yourself to lean back and give him a better view of the show.
“Untie me. Untie me right fucking now!” He screams between heaved breaths, still fighting with the chains that bind him. “There’s a chainsaw in the-, fuck!” He roars, eyes blown wide with lust and an animalistic desire to have you.
"I won't hurt you-, I-, I won't hurt you..." He pants, "Find a way to get these off now."
Your head lolls back from bliss when you moan softly, biting your lip for added dramatics, “Feels so good… Mmm… I probably won’t last long, I haven’t touched myself since that night at Euphoria.” You hum, smug. When your toes curl on the bedsheets you decide to up the ante, throwing your legs over his thighs to spread yourself further.
Jungkook’s hips buckle upward in a frenzy, thick thighs tensing under the bend of your knees. “Little girl.” He warns, voice low, “Wait until the timer runs out and—”
“Oh god!” You exaggerate a little for affect, but you can’t deny how hot this feels. How sexy this situation is. The slick dripping from your pulsing hole onto the silk sheets mere proof of how turned on you are.
There’s no argument – you are weaker than him, in every single way possible. Yet in this moment you have so much power over him, and you’re loving every single second. “Mmmm… I’m so wet already.” You mewl with a smirk, dipping a finger into said wetness to slide your lubricant back up to your engorged clit. "Ohhh!"
In the blink of an eye the bedposts behind you snap clean in half, Jungkook having jerked his legs with so much strength that the wood clashes to the ground with a loud bang.
Before you have time to react he uses his legs to drag you closer, shackles still closed around his ankles. Expertly he places his feet under the swell of your ass to lift you up and pull you closer, until you’re slamming back down onto his body. You barely catch yourself in time, nails digging into his taught chest and your soaking pussy directly pressed against the undeniable bulge barely contained in his jeans.
The sensation of denim under your core makes you gasp, it feels good. So good that you start rubbing yourself over his rock hard cock. Quickly, with urgency – fuelled by only the desire to come, knowing he can't touch you. Can't hurt you.
“Y/N…” He groans, winning you to peer up at him through under heavy eyelids. “You’ve had your fun, now free my hands so I can have mine.” The threat rolls of his tongue bleeding with seduction, but you’re too lost in his gaze to register it.
Nobody has ever looked at you this way, it’s like time itself stops working. He’s… beautiful. For a split second you’re sure you catch a glimpse of the doe-eyed man inside the monster, you want to know his story. You want to know everything about the handsome man doing something strange to your chest.
His fangs retract for all of two seconds before you roll your hips over him again and he quickly sheds himself of any humanity, returning to his true self.
“Do you like that, little girl?” He hisses through clenched teeth, eyes locked with yours. “Do you like how my cock feels underneath that pretty pussy of yours?”
You’re nodding hopelessly, lips ajar as silent curses tumble between shallow breaths, your heat swollen and aching for a release with each calculated drag of your pelvis.
“Tell me you want me.” You whisper, pulling back harsher, pushing forward harder. Fucking yourself on the outline of his huge length. The roughness of the denim, the cool metal of his jean clasp, the way his biceps flex and fight as he struggles against his restraints all adding to your approaching high. “Tell me you want me Jungkook.”
His sweat-beaded brows furrow, nostrils wide as he breathes through his nose. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I knew you existed.”
“Mmmm…” You moan again, speeding up your ministrations. From beneath you Jungkook firmly plants his bare feet on the mattress, pushing his groin up to yours with so much force your fragile human body will surely break or bruise. “Oh my—”
“I want you.” He groans, pushing his face up as much as he can given his current predicament, but you straighten your back to allow yourself a better position at the exact same moment.
You’re riding him with everything you can, everything you have and he mirrors your movements by grinding himself against you equally as feverish. “I want you. I crave you, all of you. The things I’ll do to you…” He rasps, frantically searching your face for a reaction and every nerve in your body ignites.
“Fuck! I’m-,” You gasp, now rolling your hips in circular motions, pussy feeling equal parts empty and as though it’s about to explode.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He growls, kicking his head back into the pillows with a devilish smirk to enjoy the show. "So beautiful. So obedient."
“Ahh! Oh-, OHH!” You scream, pushing down on him harder than ever, until the rush of ecstasy takes over and you’re coming all over his jeans. Features contorted with relief and pleasure, fingernails clawing at his naked chest.
Jungkook gives you no more than thirty seconds to ride out your high before his own fingernails are digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. When you catch sight of him you forget how to breathe, reality crashing down on you hard. His fangs are long and itching to plunge into something, eyes squeezed tight enough to give any human a headache, his breathing erratic, nostrils flared. To put it simply he’s a fucking wreck, snarling ferociously, wetting his lips and biting down on them every other second.
“Go.” He gulps, not looking at you once. “There isn’t much time, I can’t-, you can’t be here when I’m free of these. You need to leave now.”
Shame blended with something unfamiliar weighs you down, but you make no argument and do exactly as he says – changing, donating, quickly leaving.
Jungkook hears the front door close not even thirty seconds before he’s free, proving that was close. Too close. When the shackles burst open he immediately flies upstairs into the kitchen, knocking back a vile of your fresh blood. Taken not even five minutes after your high. The crimson liquid coats his tongue and slides down his throat with ease, winning him to groan and pant from nothing other than pure, unfathomable pleasure.
“Fuck… Little girl.” He moans, panting when his head dips back into nothing, cock still rock hard and fighting for dominance against his jeans. Just as he suspected, you’re free of rose thorn. Meaning you’re still none-the-wiser to what he’s really doing with your donations, but somebody else is suspicious. He glances down to the wet patch darkening his crotch, only reminding him of and amplifying his arousal.
Never in his entire existence has he felt the way you make him feel. Not once. No witch, no vampire, and certainly no human has ever reduced him to begging for a release. Had you listened to him and freed him from the shackles... Either he would've broken every bone in your body fucking you, or he would've drained you of every drop of blood. Right now he's not sure what he'd prefer.
You're... Unlike anyone he's encountered. There are times he thinks you're scared of him, and times you challenge that very opinion. He's making a bad habit of underestimating you, something he needs to be cautious of moving forward.
As expected from the antagonist of modern society he revels in being in control, providing his sexual partners with both pain and pleasure, perhaps one day you’ll be open to exploring that side of his world. That’s if he doesn’t kill you before he gets the chance to fuck you.
Just how it happened with your blood, now he's had a taste, a glimpse of what you can really be like - he wants more. He needs more. There is no doubt in his mind, not a spec of hesitance. He is... obsessed with you, addicted. Consumed.
The memory of you on top of him, fucking yourself, using him, coming undone above him will live with him for as long as he does.
Eternity.
When you make it to your front door you feel like you’re in a fever dream, did that really just happen? The walls of Jungkook’s… whatever that place is, being the only witnesses to what you did and just how much you enjoyed it. A part of you wishes you fucked him while you had the chance, sex with a vampire is illegal for a human. But truthfully? You don't care. Like you told him yourself, you don't have much to live for anymore.
Feeling weak and lightheaded from blood loss you fumble with your keys, feet struggling to stay firmly planted on your doormat. You’re confused about your own feelings toward the vampire to say the least, you know he’s no good for you. You know he doesn’t want anything from you save for your blood, and yet you’re visibly disappointed when the tap on your shoulder turns out to be… not him.
“Hey Yoongi.” You glance back at the man with a small smile while unlocking your door, one he reciprocates in the hallway.
“Hey Y/N.” He sniffs, raising his right hand that seems to be clinging onto a sky blue casserole dish. “You like lasagne? I made too much so if you want it it’s yours.” He admits with a light, airy slightly endearing chuckle.
Inviting him inside you take the meal from his grip with a genuine grin, “I love lasagne! Thank you, how much do I owe you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Your next door neighbour snorts, quietly closing the door behind him. “It’s a gift, I’ve noticed you seem… tired lately, that’s all. It’s the least I can do.”
Once Yoongi’s home cooked Italian favourite is settled onto your kitchen countertop you shoot him a warm smile. As always he looks grumpy, disinterested and as though he’s ready to call absolutely anybody out on their bullshit. A simple grey knitted sweater fits snug over his slender frame, paired with two-toned blue denim jeans and sneakers. His brunette hair is longer now, parting in the middle and showcasing his delicate features and milky skin.
Where Jungkook looked out of place in your modest apartment, like a giant red flag planted in the sand of your life, Yoongi looks… fitting, as though he’s meant to be here. You’ve lived here for a year now but you still don’t know very much about your neighbour. Only that he lives with his best friend Hoseok, who couldn’t be more opposite to Yoongi if he tried. He’s incredibly loud, sometimes you can hear the two arguing through the cheap thin wall; and sometimes you can hear much more than that. One of them is quite the ladies man it seems, but judging by the awkward closed smile Yoongi wears when your eyes meet…
It’s probably not him.
“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.” You chuckle, folding your arms over your chest. “Sorry about my uh-, friend the other day.” A sigh escapes you, remembering how concerned he looked upon seeing Jungkook slam you into your front door.
Yoongi’s brow quirks, “Friend? I figured he was your boyfriend with the way he was looking at you.”
“Nope.” You emphasise the ‘P’ with a pop of your lips, quickly busying yourself with a parcel on your kitchen counter that you haven’t had the time to unpack just yet, “He’s definitely not my boyfriend.” You scoff under your breath, because that’s the truth. Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend, he’s not even your friend. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
At this your neighbour’s features visibly soften, he’s nodding slowly when he grins, opening your front door. “Bodes well, enjoy the lasagne.”
“Uh-, thanks…” You blush, not knowing where to look.
And just like that he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The food smells amazing, but it’s the brown boxed parcel that you reach for first, frowning when you see the return address is your mom’s place. What on earth could your mom possibly want to send you? You tear it open, genuinely curious.
It’s… for a lack of better explanation, spikey potpourri wrapped in thin netting. A suspiciously large selection of her homemade teabags, how bizarre. Regardless of her agenda you find a home for them in your food cupboard before skimming the card that came with it, only growing all the more suspicious.
For my darling daughter, stay safe in the city.
x
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