knj

I promote BTS smuts and sometimes fluff (mostly the Virgo boys)

[hobiscaretaker]

Hi guys I'd been ia for a while due to college but I'll start promoting more posts.

For those who may be new or don't know about my page, I purely repost to promote smuts and sometimes fluffs of mainly Namjoon and Jungkook . Though I do occasionally repost other members too. You can casually scroll to find them. Though if it's preferred that I organize them in one post do let me know.

If interested do follow!

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imagining jungkook and how good he is at eating you out. his tongue works magic against your soaking cunt — he laps and sucks against your sensitive bud and moans against you, praising you with each kiss he gives your swollen clit.

"such a good girl."

"mh, is my pretty girl all worked up?"

"this pussy is mine, baby. no one else's. only I get to touch you like this, understand?"

jungkook teases you by edging your orgasm, over and over again. the way he kisses your inner thighs and calves, dragging his lips against your skin, avoiding the place you need him most.

you whine as you buckle your hips, "koo!"

"no, no. keep your hips down for me." jungkook rubs your thighs around to your hips, pressing his nose against your throbbing clit, "you smell so sweet~"

"ahh- ngh!!" you slowly and subtly hump his nose as you cry out, trying to get some friction.

jungkook chuckles, "mmh, so naughty." he pushes his tongue into your pussy, feeling you clenching around him desperately. jungkook slurps your wetness, letting it smear on you and his face.

"does my pretty girl need to cum?...yeah?" he teases you a little more, drawing out some of your cries before actually stimulating your clit.

"ooh!" you gasp, "yes- please, oh please, jungkook!"

"that's it. cum on my face, pretty." jungkook praises your pussy with his mouth — sucking once more, leaving marks on your inner thighs, making your clit all sensitive.

the soundsssss ahhh

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 think i need someone older (s & f)

olderBoyfriend!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader

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content: some plot first, loss of virginity, age gap of 9 years (he´s 30), thigh humping, little dry humping too, cowgirl, he talks her through it, dom!jungkook, "sweet girl, baby, love", "gguk" lowkey insecure reader, praise, making out, breast play, clit play, creampie, unprotected, hickies on him, big c!ck Jungkook, small karaoke session, he´s whipped and wants to take care of her, short mention of alcohol (bc of that fucking bar he has omg), allusions to reader being short, she's very feminine

note from cherry: i tried to do justice to the people who wanted this, i hope you´re satisfied mwah! sooo sorry if it´s not giving lmao writing this was lowkey exhausting, also sorry for typos as always

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Jeon Jungkook is exactly like his preferred alcoholic beverage; whiskey. strong, rich, smooth, smells like oak and a hint of vanilla caramel. Much like your introduction to the drink, you met this man in a bar.

A real man- none of those barely twenty-year olds that paraded around in their sagged sweatpants and with a bright tap of unlimited unopened snapchats lighting up the dark corners of the bar. Jungkook is pure masculinity, a chest so full with security, so grounded in his abilities that it was practically impossible to ignore how his large, brown galaxy eyes focused on your face, zeroing in on your cupid´s bow while you licked the stinging remains of your moscow mule away- he paid for it, of course.

Once the enticing conversation that felt almost comically easy faded, you expected him to try and take you to his house- mansion, as he revealed in a sidetracked sentence. Although you were looking forward to seeing the small metal pearls below and over his eyebrow move as they crinkle in pleasure, the tight ropes of virginity had not yet been released in your 21 years of living. Shackles that keep you tied down- as promised out of your own, admittedly senseless morality, not to be opened by a stranger. The key to your cuffs belonged to a lover.

It was unforeseeable, nevertheless natural for him to droop his heavily tattooed arm around your waist while escorting you out of the establishment. The sleeve of his white button down folded up along his forearm for you to see the beauty of his skin, wondering just how many more of those carefully crafted works of art he´s hiding beneath the business casual attire.

Once engulfed in the harsh, bitter wind that itaewon possesses, his arm only drew you in closer, so near in fact, you were able to notice a small scar on his cheek, one you hadn´t been able to notice in the curse of a dimly lit place. The more your eyes adjusted to him, so grew your anger at the lighting inside your place of first meeting- it had done an injustice to the man you had already been disgustingly attracted to, stole the wholehearted, inescapable allure of such a mature presence.

The gentleman looks down into your awaiting eyes, only to ask if he may have your number, upon your agreement, he proceeded to tell you that he would be walking you home, wanting you to arrive safely since it must be dangerous for a woman to walk the streets of a party district at 2 am in the morning.

That encounter was four months ago, and only a month after that initial conversation, he had completely taken over you. Swallowed you whole in just how well he treated you.

Insistent of using his black card to buy you anything you remotely showed liking in, dedicated to communication, random flowers that showed up at your office and a constant offer of a ride in his luxurious black mercedes-benz GT63s; no matter how long it took- even if it was a inconvenience, sometimes taking longer to get to you than it would have taken you to simply retort to public transport.

"I told you i´d make it for you, didn´t I baby? hm?" his velvet smooth voice rings, from how he´s standing, with his body pressed against your back, towering over you, you could feel the hardened muscles of his torso meeting you. His large, slim hands reach to either side of your waist, to the glass filled with ice that you´re holding in between your own, gently removing them to resume the task that you were occupied with. Your eyes glance to the bulging of his bicep, that loose, casual tshirt did nothing to hide just how big he had gotten due to his newfound hobby.

you whine- almost, biting down on your lower lip to prevent just that from happening, "thank you gguk" you say, turning to peck the very muscle that´s invading your line of sight. He hums, a low, satisfied sound from the back of his throat.

"c´mere baby" patting one of his muscular thighs, his eyes drift to your figure walking towards him, iced tea in hand, just like he had made it for you. Sweet, light, refreshing, much like your presence in his life. Almost like a sign from the stars that his hearts content was somewhere, bundled in the form of a shorter girl with eyes that could entrance any sailor- far less siren like, no, wide with love and purity. Just what he had yearned for in any women he had met before you-whether tangled in meaningless sheets or involved in a month long, semi serious relationship, Jungkook was yet to cross paths with the one woman that would make him turn so desperate, he would have begged for their happiness on his knees. It might be romantic, even a tad dramatic to admit that from the very first word that left your pink glossed lips, he knew better than anyone else that he was in deep, deep trouble. Upon seeing the curve of your waist, hearing that soft, lulling voice, that embarrassingly obvious fact only intensified after finding out just how delightful you truly were, it made him want to rip his hair out- do anything in the possibility of his grip to see even a glimpse of your smile, of that lighthearted, cheerful giggle you let out regularly. He was drawn in my your feminine nature, by the way you let yourself fall into his caring embrace.

He´s quickly directed back to reality as soon as your legs make it to either side of the thigh he had patted earlier, a familiar position for this equally familiar occasion. Muscle memory sets in for him, grabbing the large karaoke remote to hand to you while he turns the microphone on. "Can you sing something to me first?" the question sets his bunny smile off, nodding instantly "Sure love, chose a song for me" he says. Your mind floods with ideas, but you settle for a song you´ve heard him hum millions of times, mindlessly going about.

"Malibu nights?", jungkook questions excitedly while the instrumental sets in, he knew the answer, but his heart swelled with joy at the notice you took to this song. After all, he loved to sing. Another layer to him that has you melting, growing into the embodiment of love that is endlessly cherishing what little fractions were revealed to your eyes in each fleeting moment. His honey voice reaches beautiful highs and lows you can only compare to something angelically otherworldly in nature.

It made you want to know just how deep he could growl, how far his sounds can drop with the dirty nothings you would love to have whispered in your ear. You felt filthy for letting your mind wander to such extends when all he did was sing, lulling you into drunken harmony with him. Still, you consciously lean back into his body, letting him wrap his arms around your waist, encircling it with his vanilla oak scent.

During the past four months, you were doomed to have to shatter his hopes, reveal the truth that somehow felt shameful ; that you´re fully untouched. Nothing further than a bad makeout had yet graced your skin, it made you feel even smaller admitting something so vulnerable to a man that carries almost an entire decade of experience more. Much to your comfort, his hands found the curve of your cheeks immediately, telling you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about, he would hand you the full control, you set the pace.

Internally, Jungkook drooled at the idea that the woman of his dreams was to have her first, the most memorable, sexual encounter with him. Your body belonged to him, devoted to only remember the touch of his lips, the curve of his cock, how he would mold you to his shape without the intrusion of another man having tried the same. Not that he would have wanted you any less if that had not been the case, but for one time in your relationship, he was oh so selfish to want you all to himself, aroused that your first person induced orgasm was going to be his and his alone. The prophecy fulfilled when on one, alcohol induced night a week ago, two of his long, tattooed digits made their entrance into your tight hole, relentlessly filling you until your soft thighs shook, until after your third high, he licked his fingers clean and let you taste yourself on his tongue.

The tunes get lost in silence, he sets the microphone down, having felt the warmth of your mound beneath the tights while you tried to subtly gain friction, scooting back on him. His palms find your thighs, tightly flushed around his muscle. They´re shamelessly wandering up and down the thin material that prevents his hot, calloused fingers from feeling up your smooth skin.

"Wanna do that again, love?" jungkook mutters, his pillowed lips latch on to your exposed neck, right at the gentle curve that paints the beginning of your shoulder, soft, faint kisses that leave a trail of barely sounding sighs behind.

"Do what?" feigning innocence to avoid internal humiliation, you ask him, knowing he wouldn´t let it go, not until you told him to. The sound of his husky chuckle sounds right on the sweetspot of your neck, he sucks a little harder, encouraging you with the constant rub to your thighs. Instinctively, the heat inside your panties grows as do the intensity of your desperate moans, your hips push back on his thigh, seeking the solidity that grants you the portion of satisfaction your needy button longed for

"that" he simply says, having found an anchor in your hips now, your plaid skirt bunches around his hands, slowly- tortuously so when met with the deliberate little humps he helps you to complete on him. You practically whimper once his tongue glides across your skin, dragging from your shoulder, up your neck, intertwined with his open mouth, loud kisses that don´t seem to stop.

"that´s it... do you even know how cute you sound?" he smiles, and you feel it, you feel the smile rise to his lips with every additional kiss, every noise you grant the hungry male. "gguk, wanna see you" you whine- the high pitched noise has him twitching in his training joggers, semi errect but about to stand stiff, just as noticeably as that night seven days ago, having formed a huge tent inside his slacks, there was no hiding his attraction, no use to conceal his utter need for you.. nor his size, not that he would be capable to anyways.

To your request, he helps you turn around, now facing that dim glow on your slightly embarrassed features, taking note of how you nibble on your lip with every grind forward, "that feel good sweet girl?" he asks, ghosting his lips over yours faintly, just enough to see how much you need it, "mhm.. really good" you mumble back, chasing after his lips that he can't deny you of any longer, the kiss is gentle, but nourishes your heat further

"wanna feel even better?" the pit in your lower abdomen grows at the tone of his voice, something much stronger is seeping through his system, something that screams dominance, you nod- naturally wanting to get lost in it. Jungkook's hands stop assisting you, instead, they take to your shirt, "can i take this off of you baby?" he waits for that little hum of yours before swiftly tugging it away from your form

It's almost frightening how quickly your mind reverts back to wanting to run away and hide, your arms fly across your chest, everything you felt so good doing stops and he stops too,

"don't hide, you're perfect, you're so fucking sexy" his eyes trace your skin, hands wrapping around your wrists to pull your arms away, revealing your chest hugged into your bra, and jungkook almost forgets how to breathe properly,

he groans- groans that delicious deep noise that makes your head spin, even more so when you feel his appreciation for your body, hands pulling you closer by the waist so can bury his head into your cleavage. "so beautiful" he mutters, darting his tongue out to lick the slit between your tits, "wanna touch all over you, make you feel so good" he says, finding the clasp on your back to open it with one hand. a silent reminder of his experience, one you did not have in the slightest but somehow, it felt even better that way

"mh.. feels good gguk" you can't help but moan at the forgein sensation, his lips wrap around your hardend nipple, groaning sweetly while he sucks on it, carefully swiping his tongue over the little nub- your other breast is securely fitted into his palm, thumb playing with it just like he does with his mouth, mirroring every little flick

"feels so good doesn't it? you smell so good baby" his lips move to do the same to your other breast, switching sides with a trail of saliva sticking to his lips,

In that moment you feel so sensitive, so lost in his secure hold and at the same time, so small in his skillful dominance that you simply relish in the feeling, grinding your soaked core into his thigh over and over, long, hasty drags over his muscle while his lips work magic on your skin, squeezing a little tighter, sucking a little harder because every stuttered whimper fuels his urge to take care of you

"that's it baby.. keep going, you're so good" your hands find his dark chocolate locs, threading through it with the need to ground yourself. it feels as though every time your clit meets him, instead of getting you closer to sensational relief it adds to the ache, feeds into your desire to take and take more of him, be consumed by his strength

"want this off please" your excited fingers fiddle with the hem of his oversized shirt, earning a smug grin from your boyfriend as he detaches from you, discarding of his top

Although you have seen him shirtless before, it's impossible not to salivate at the sight, at his toned broad torso that curves into a unfairly small waist, large arms flexing when he reaches for your tits again, massaging them once more,

"like what you see pretty?" he says, teasingly cocking his head and biting at the metal ring on the corner of his lip, you blush- the slick drools out even more between your thighs, "so hot gguk, annoyingly hot" he chuckles, joining the sound with your airy giggle, but he sucks in a breath as soon as you shift in his lap, now fully straddling him, naked chest pressed to his with your head burried in his neck, "hmm.. what are you up to baby?" his hands find your back, soothing himself not to pounce on you because the strain in his pants is staggering his breath, your errect nipples are rubbing against his skin and it´s making him shiver, desperate, oh so desperate for you

but he knows all to well not to overwhealm your sweet, virgin body, to let you take all the time you need until he can feel every breath of your submission

"wanna feel you gguk, can i?" jungkook almost purrs at how innocently you ask, suppressing the need to grind his hips into your heat from below, "of course baby, anything you want. it's all yours"

he meant it, every vein cursing through his body belongs to you, working, pumping blood through him for the sole purpose of loving you, taking care of you. "all mine?" you hum, aroused by the confidence he emitts, your hands trace up his torso, creating a small distance between your bodies to feel up the hard lines on his abdomen with laboured breath of your own, lips finding every small patch of his neck that make him hum, make his sighs of pleasure slowly turn into groans "all yours my love" the answer wasn't necessary, not when you already started to leave traces of you on his skin, faint, red bruises on his neck that he's impatiently waiting to run around with

"you feel so fucking good, need to feel more of you, will you let me sweet girl?" his words are intoxicating, washing away any doubt or fear and replacing it with a intense craving of sexual desire "please gguk i'm so wet for you" the sound reaches his ears and shuts down his entire system, his hands carelessly rip down your skirt and stockings, leaving you in those tiny grey boyshorts that he looses his mind over "baby how did you hide all this from me?" his hands caress your thighs, your hips, up your waist and to the soft flesh of your stomach with hungry, insatiable eyes that long for a taste of your every inch

"all yours" you mimic him, sounding just like him with your sultry, shy voice, already wanting to remove his own bottoms which he catches on, ridding himself of the nuisance "yeah, all mine. this is all mine" he says, smiling softly

Your drenched underwear meets his errection as he pulls you back on his lap, hands sitting on your waist, you look so vulnerable- almost fragile in his grip, shyly moaning because the curve of his cock presses into your skin like it was molded for you, needy folds clinging to your underwear and your clit throbs- throbs begging for another taste of friction

"I don't know how to do any of this" he suddenly he hears you mumble, seeing how you're playing with your fingers that sit on his lower abdomen, your head is turned to them, a slight pout decorates your features

jungkook feels the need to sob- to take away whatever is making that pretty head of yours feel so threatened even though you're the best thing he has ever felt, the only person he ever wants to lay his hands on ever again

"that's okay baby, hey, look at me for a second will you?" you comply, craving his lead, his security to catch you, most of all that gentle, masculine dominance that floods your senses effortlessly

"you're doing so so well pretty, you don't have to worry okay? i'll take you through it, make you feel so good" he says, cupping your cheeks in his palms while sitting up a little to press kisses to your nose, your forhead, your lips and cheeks,

unable to contain your smile, you nod, gaining back the heartbeat in your willing feminity to let him take care of you, "thank you baby" you say with upmost honesty, pressing your lips to his in a kiss of adoration

"mhm.. come on, let's get this off of you love" his whipers lingers on you, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear before pulling it off your lifted legs, he moans at the sight of your bare cunt, slick attached to the cloth and glistening over your feminity

"so beautiful, do you even realize how lucky i am? how thankful i am that this sweet, sweet girl is all mine to love?" he says softly, so softly that your eyes gloss a little bit, feeling so utterly vulnerable in front of him, so sexy in the most feminine way possible. blush creeps up your cheeks, his hands find your inner thigh, dancing around the sensitive skin "you're too sweet gguk"

he returns your smiles, lifting your hand to kiss it before intertwining it with his own, lacing his fingers into you because being apart from your body feels like torture in this moment. but you're eyes are busied elsewhere, locked on the large outline that stands rock solid insides of his calvins, a small, wet patch that indicates his arousal decorating the very top

"go ahead baby, take it off" not needing to be told twice, you help yourself to his boxers, tugging them down in one, slow motion that leaves him biting his bottom lip, he pushes them down to his ankles, kicking them off

both of you sit like this for a moment that feels like eternity, raw, bare and without a chance to hide in front of the other's desperate gaze, comfort, pure love that's inseparable with a pulsing you can no longer ignore, not when he´s so big, so broad and decorated with a vein alongside his curved shaft

he grabs at the flesh of your ass, pulling you to sit your gushing cunt over his stiff length, cursing at feeling how soft you are, how much arousal truly spills from your body

"you're so.. big gguk.. m'scared" your whine makes him coo, stroking your head while a possessive grip that stays on your hip, his left hand tethering to your hair in the meantime, "don't be, you were made for me sweet girl, made for it" your head falls to his shoulder, arching your torso into his body with a small hump to his leaking cock, "that's right baby, feel it, feel how hard i am for you" spurred on by his encouragement, you tighten your hands on his bicep, rolling your hips over his, his entire shaft is coated in your essence, angry pink tip meeting your swollen clit repeatedly, so much so you feel your thighs shake, feel an impending orgasm waiting to flow over your body,

Ripping yourself of that sensation, not yet- you tell yourself

"want it gguk, want it so bad" jungkook hums, kissing your neck messily, cock throbbing beneath you, "want what pretty? talk to me" he says, his own desire to claim you all to himself becomes unbareable with each passing second that you stay put

You shift forward again, whining, "please gguk" he groans, twitching at how desperate you sound, entranced with how needy you've become for him, he didn't even have to make you beg for it, you just did

effortlessly perfect for him, "come on, tell me my love" but he has to hear more, he needs to hear the dirty confession falling from your pure lips

"want your cock jungkook, please" there it is- that submissive, whiny plead for him, it makes him feel alive, throwing his head back on the black leather couch momentarily "good girl, fuck baby you're so cute" he praises, taking the base of his cock into his hand but something stalls him, "do you want me to eat you out first? make it nice and slippery?" his teeth graze your ear, kissing over the shell of it, "no gguk i want it, want it now"- another nibble, "anything for you"

Your hips lift, hovering your tight, clenching hole over his thick manhood, hands sweaty and grasping at his firm shoulders, he spots your anxiety, wishing nothing more but to ease it

"sit down on it baby, it's gonna sting okay? but you're so good, I know you can take it" more, more reassuring words that you drink in, just as you sink down on it, wincing as your brows meet in frustration

"hurts.." you mutter, fingers digging into his tanned skin- you can't bring yourself to move down further, clenching your muscle tightly around only his fat tip that feels like it's splitting your drooling pussy open. his hands find your back again, "ssh baby.. i know... but you'e such a good girl, i know you can take every inch of my cock"

It takes a couple more kisses to your shoulder for you to sink down fully on his length, painfully so- having your hands claw into him, your lips trembling in confusion of why it feels so good to have him stuffed into you so deeply you can feel it inside your tummy, stretching into every crevice of your gummy walls. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, fulfilling, deep pressure that you could get lost in- bathe in

Jungkooks feelings have synchronized with yours- he's unsure where you end or where he begins but you're clamped down on his cock, your skin already wet with sweat as it sticks to his unforgivingly, moans and shaky breaths fill in the silence, a unspoken question lingers, awaits for you to answer it

until you do, taking his large hands to your hips before pressing yours against his full pecks, a glint of confidence spites your eyes that makes jungkook want to hear you cry out his name over and over again

"oh fuck- baby you-" you whine, rolling your hips forward, mouth parted when you feel him move inside of you, slolwy, deeply "that's it my love, take your time, so sexy like this" his voice is far from stable, you moan again- the grinding becomes faster, assisted by his hands that pull you onto him just the way you like it- just like he said, you have it all, its all yours

"what- what if you can't come?" he needs to contain a laugh at that- the question is so absurd to him, so unimaginable that it makes him slightly angry why you couldn't understand that he could cum from seeing you alone, from one kiss to your chaste lips- he's already twitching at how sloppy, how loud your cunt is around him

"I almost came from seeing how needy that little pussy of yours is, you feel how hard i am don't you? all because of you baby" he mutters in response, you flourish at it, getting familiar with the grinding motion but you need more, you deserve more- so you start bouncing on him- up and down, slamming your own, curved hips down onto him. he's mesmerized by your pleasure, watching how your brows are knitted, how your lips leak with drool and airy moans, how your tits bounce- he gropes at them, cupping them greedily, his hands itch for your skin, for you to let yourself go on him

"good girl.. look at you, a natural at riding my cock- don't even need my help" you shake, exhaustion already growing in your eager hips but you cannot stop, you don´t want to stop taking every inch of his cock back into you, lifting your hips only to take him back in, "you're filling me so much" you moan into his mouth, having formed a unity with his lips that welcome you like home, "just like that pretty, little humps for me" he mumbles back, interlacing his tongue with yours

he tugs at your nipples with his inked fingers, reciprocrating the moaning, he mirrors you, throbs when you clench, explores your mouth when you part for him impatiently. it leaves you to no choice but to become his own reflection, your hips ground themselves in a stable rhythm as your fingertips roll over his own nipples, unexpectedly he whimpers, bites down into your shoulder cautiously

"That's it baby, driving me fucking crazy" he grinds his hips up into you, unlocking a feeling of bliss that leads you to errupt into pornographic moans, your hand flings to muffle them, eyes rolling back into your skull,

Jungkook is making love to you, letting you reach a state you would not have been able to imagine, not even in the slightest when all you have ever felt are your fingers hastily, uncoordinated on your bundle of nerves. still, he can feel you´re holding back, afraid to be loud- to take up space, but he's having none of it

"Dont be embarrassed sweet girl, you sound addicting, so cute, give me every little noise" sinful sensuality floods you with his encouragement, "gonna make you cum for me, deserve it don't you think?" you don't- in fact, you can't think, long gone into pleasure while his hips piston into you from below,

he slaps your clit gently, your walls clench from how good that feels, "i asked you something baby" he repeats, distracted by your droopy eyes that threaten to shut him out at any moment, "answer me sweet thing, do you deserve to cum hm?" he taunts, rutting his hips with a slower but harder motion, force that hits your g-spot- reels you back into the moment, you head moves frantically "yes, yes please i need to cum"

Jungkook groans in satisfaction, "that's right.. best little cunt, all mine" he goes back lapping at your chest, licking his way to any patch of skin that your addictive smell lurs him to- he feels all over your skin, sneaking his fingers to where your bodies morph into one so he can draw tight circles on your clit, stimulating you to cry out his name,

"Jungkook.. i- i can't stop it i-" you stutter, thighs tensing around him, the feeling is so overwhealming that you can't keep your head up, can't warn him more than that since you're already letting your dew sprinkle out- letting the shocks roll over your body

"just like that.. make a mess on my cock baby, you did so well, come for me" he rasps, his heavy balls release into your tightness at the thought that crosses his mind- the knowledge that he had made you orgasm, that your virginity belonged to him solely,

It embraces the both of you, fills you with a sense of euphoria that none of you wish to end

As the high washes over you, you break out into a small shudder, aware of his milky cum that splurts your walls white, aware of the oversensitive area between your legs that jungkook's fingers slowly stop touching, landing to your unstable and sore thighs instead.

his heavy breathing is woven into yours, contrasting how slowly, lazily he manages to caress your naked skin, finding comfort in your warm body

the small whisper of his name catches him off guard, he hums, pulling back to cup your face, "are you okay my love? feel good?" his eyes rank over your tired features, glowing before his very own eyes,

"so okay. I love you" you breathe out, pressing a kiss to his button nose,

"I love you too baby, so proud of you" his nose nuzzles against yours, "you were so so good"

your shy giggle lights up his face like it always does, "thank you.. for taking my virginity... felt so good" you mumble with your bottom lip tucked away between your teeth- it awakens his soft- still nestled cock, his hands grip your ass- feeling the flesh spill beneath his fingers "thank you for your trust baby, but god, you're gonna make me lose it" jungkook says into your neck, nose tracing the delicate line of your shoulder,

"why? is it too much?" unbeknownst to you, Jungkook rolls his eyes in annoyance, how could you be so fucking adorable?

"Let me show you why" he answers, making your head perk up a little,

"Wanna lay down for me pretty? I can give you another one, as many as you want. You deserve it, wanna spoil you, fuck i wanna give you everything you want" faintly audible as he's speaking into your skin, having already laid you down onto the cold cushions of his unreasonably expensive leather couch.

[7brownsuga7]

c0ckwarming with boyfriend

You can’t control your moans of both frustration and pleasure as you sit on your boyfriend’s cock while he works on the computer. His cock is so hard and deep inside you that you can’t bare the torture of just sitting there on his lap, not having the pleasure of feeling him thrust in and out of you. One hand works on the mouse of his computer clicking away while the other holds your waist close to him, refraining you from grinding your hips to relieve your frustration. It’s not like he’s not frustrated too, of course he is, how can he not be when he can feel your tight walls wrapped around him, your wetness coating his cock in ways he would love to explore. But he’s got work due and you both know he’s very serious about his work. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his bottom lip between his teeth when you adjust yourself on his lap, his dick brushing against your walls. A slap to your inner thigh causes you to gasp before he warns you not to move. “Y/n I told you already” his hip thrusts up causing you to gasp out again in shock and pleasure. “How about you have a little nap until I’m ready yeah? I promise I’ll fuck you after if you’re good” his hand strokes your inner thigh where he previously slapped. He hisses when he feels your hole clench around him. It’s not like you mean to, but when you hear him speak to you like that and you feel him inside you - knowing how much he can please you, you can’t help it. It’s not like you don’t like this, fuck being able to do this with him is better than nothing, you just wish he had you bent over his desk right now that’s all. “Can you do that for me baby?” His hand strokes your inner thigh, some of your juices coating his finger, without hesitation he sucks on them with a pleased low hum. His cock twitching when your back presses up against his chest. This was going to be a long night.

Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon, & Taehyung + anyone else you’d like to add <3

[jjungkookislife]

Kinktober Day Four: Namjoon

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: established relationship, smut 18+

summary: You want Namjoon to have all of you.

wc: 735

warnings: first-time anal sex, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), mention of hickeys and bruises, unprotected sex, cum inside

kinktober day four: 🥇 first time 🕳️ glory hole 🤞 double penetration in one hole

date: October 28, 2024

Namjoon kisses his way up your body. You spread your legs further for him, allowing him to settle between them. When his lips meet yours, you can taste yourself on his tongue. He had just given you a mindblowing orgasm, and you were still trying to catch your breath.

Gently, he presses his forehead to yours, his nose bumping yours.

“How are you feeling?” He asks softly.

“So good,” you grin as you wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him, moaning when he sucks on your bottom lip.

“Fuck,” you groan when your lips part. Namjoon chuckles as he sits back on his haunches. His large hand rests on your calf, then moves down to your ankle to stroke it absentmindedly.

“Do you want to keep going?” Namjoon asks, his gaze locked on yours to check for any hesitancy. He sees none.

“Yes, I do,” you smile bashfully as he leans over you to kiss you. His hands roam over your body, grabbing your hip and squeezing it. He loves feeling your body and marking it as his. You often begged for love bites, bruises, and any reminder of him on your body.

You had spent the day in bed loving each other.

Namjoon’s fingers slide into you, and you moan as he fucks you open for him. A bottle of lube lies beside your hip within reach.

Your sheets are ruined but you don’t care as Namjoon makes you cum once again. You can feel your arousal running down to your behind as Namjoon spreads you open further. He reaches for the lube and checks in again.

“I want it, Joon. Please,” you beg him, and he nods. It wasn’t the first time Namjoon went down south but it was the first time he would fuck your ass and you were excited and nervous.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” Namjoon instructs as the lube chills his fingers. You nod dreamily as you reach for him. Your lips connect as he slowly circles your entrance with one finger. You whine when he teases you before slowly pushing in.

“Joon!” You gasp as your eyes roll to the back of your head. The stretch is different, but not uncomfortable. Namjoon pays attention to every breath, every moan. He’s gentle with his movements, going slow until you ask for a second finger and then a third.

There’s no rush as you let him fuck you with his fingers. Your legs tremble when his lips wrap around your clit and you cum again, weaker this time. You sigh as you stare at the ceiling, sure you’ve caught a glimpse of heaven.

Namjoon chuckles when you tell him. He checks in again, and you beg him to fuck you. You want him to claim you completely. You are his, and he is yours. Besides, you like it when he’s inside you.

“Fuck yes!” You exclaim as Namjoon pushes the head of his cock inside you. The sensation is otherworldy and a little sticky from the lube. Your legs shake as he pushes in a little more, gritting his teeth because it’s so fucking tight. He bites back a groan when you clench around him.

You rub your clit, making your body tingle with pleasure as you beg Joon for more. Namjoon is cautious, and careful as he fills you to the brim. Your breathing has changed and he knows you’re right on the edge. Namjoon fucks you slowly, his eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure. It won’t take long for him to cum, not when you’re clenching around him so erratically.

“Joonie! Joon!” You cry out as your finger circles your clit and warmth spreads throughout your body. You stiffen for a moment, your lover’s name on your lips as you orgasm harder than you have before. Tears run down your cheeks as you grip Namjoon’s biceps, needing something to keep you cemented in this realm.

“Fuck, baby. You look so fucking hot,” Namjoon grits as he watches you come undone. He pants through a few more thrusts, but the pleasure is too much for him and he cums just moments after.

He pulls out slowly before he lies beside you. Both of you are sweaty and too hot to cuddle. Namjoon reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

Namjoon cups your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I love you.”

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[kooksbunnnn]

#Random

Just had a thought about how Namjoon would take his time with you. That man would make you squirm as much as he likes, play with your tits, marking them up in purple, dark hickeys, your dress lying on his side table, more like thrown at the poor lamp as your bra is almost ripped around your tits giving him better access, you beg for more while he hovers over you while you lie on his bed.

He would play with your clit until its sensitive and swollen, probably rub you in slow antagonizing circles. He would not edge you, duh, he would just make the experience more mind shattering and probably make your bidy sore. When you whine for him to do whatever he did faster, he would just chuckle and ask you to be patient while tauntingly pushing two fingers in at once. He would do it so slowly you would feel every little cut he got on his finger from the damn guitar practice he started recently.

Knowing how wet you were, he knows he won't hurt you so, when you gasp at the sudden plunging of his fingers, he would just coo, making you feel embarrassed and tighter around his finger. You would clutch onto his arm that had his fingers plunged inside you for stability. Your nails would probably leave marks onto his wrist but he wouldn't care because he would be busy making you see stars, hitting that spot continously while his thumb touches your clit just right at the same time.

"Yeah?" He would ask when you blabber a "so good" in one of your moans and whines. You would feel so sensitive that he would groan at how your cunt creates a lather of cum around his fingers. So sloppy, so dirt just the way he would prefer.

The moment you cry out due to the orgasm he pulled out of you, he would help you ride it out like the pretty little slut you are for him.

His words not mine.

Pulling back his fingers, he would lick his fingers and slobber the saliva/cum mixture on your tits, asking you with the nastiest smirk on his face, "How's that for your first orgasm by a man?"

[redcherrykook]

ִֶָ── ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ Kinktober D6- sixty-nine

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content: nasty, passionate desperate sex type shit, face grinding, obv 69, cum swallowing, dirty talk, use of his last name cause it's hawt, he calls her sugar, big dick Jk

note from cherry: EDIT BC I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM THE TYPOS R CRAZY SORRY GUYS

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"oh my god fuck jeon- fuck, you- mhm!" the fluffy brown hair on his head gets pulled in all kinds of directions by your trembling hands, hips sat down on his pretty face, suffocating him with you wetness,

"mhm.. yeah sugar? Taste so fucking good, could fuckin' eat this pussy all day" he mumbles, running his tongue flat on your clit, hands thightening around your plump hips,

Your moans pick up, glancing down to his pretty doe eyes now darkened, staring up at you, involuntary this makes you whine, grinding your core against his face, the tip of his cute nose nudging your clit, while the tip of his tongue teases your entrance

"Wanna- mhmm - wanna suck you off , fuck- please jeon" you whine again, feeling his hands grip the flesh of your ass, spanking it harshly,

"Turn around then sugar, wanna keep eatin' this sweet lil' thing"

Jungkook smirks, watching how obediently you turn around, knees next to his head whilst your pussy is fully spread in front of his face, dripping and vulnerable all for him to see,

He moans at the sight, massaging the skin on your cheeks roughly before running one of his decorated fingers between your folds

"This is so hot baby, fuck, your pussy is so fuckin' cute" he breathes out, pressing a fat kiss to your clit

your back arches into his touch, soft, trembling hands pulling out the heavy cock thats straining right before your eyes, springing out with a leaking, swollen tip

"hmm.. just like that sugar, keep goin' f'me" sighs leave his lips repeatedly, feeling your little hand stroke his cock, tugging at him and rubbing your thumb over his tip, spreading the arousal all over the pink head,

It doesn't take long for him to latch back on to your sweetness, sucking and licking at you like a straved man, he pulls your hips down on his face, not giving a fuck if he can breath, his nose nuzzles your clit while he licks between your folds, sucking at every drop of arousal you keep giving him,

Your moans get lost in your throat, sinking your mouth down on his entire length, usually you would go slow on him, working him up with little licks and kisses, but this,

This is different

This is desperate, like a deep rooted, primal need to chase after, your head bobs up and down on his stiff cock, opening your throat to keep him in deeper, tongue pressed against his length, fully swirling around him with every rise of your head

His fingers dig into your thighs, the vibrations of his groans stimulating your cunt even further, hastily pushing his tongue into your desperate entrance, earing a needy moan on his dick that he reponds by thrusting his hips up

"you're so good at this fuck, can't do much - nhhm fuck- longer sugar" he mutters, panting heavily as he takes a second to pull away from your skin, shutting his eyes tightly, the intense pleasure of your warm, wet mouth driving him to the edge

Not wanting to leave you hanging, two of his slender, long fingers push inside you, rapidly fucking them into you, knuckles deep while his plump, piecred lip sucks on your swollen clit

Feeling him stimulate your pussy like this while your throat is stuffed with his throbbing cock compares to nothing you ever felt before, everything fades out, the only thought being finally snapping that rope in your lower belly,

His cock slips out of your lips, slapping on them, a thick string of spit drooling down your lips,

"fuck- fuck fuck jeon i'm so close i'm so close" feverishly, your hips grind down on his pretty face, his spit drenched cock resting clutched in your small hand but he couldn't care less, moaning mindlessly against your cunt, enjoying every second of you grinding your wetness on his tongue,

"so good baby, keep going, make yourself cum on my mouth- thats it sugar" he mutters, getting lost in your loud moans, whimpering and harshly pressing your hips into his warm muscle, finally coming to your limit,

"kook! god - so good.. so so good oh god" small stutters and shaky breaths leave your lips, halting your hips on his chin, giving him some space to breathe,

He chuckles a sultry tone, hot breath fanning your sensitivity, slapping your ass multiple times,

"so fucking cute, desperately fucking yourself on me.. that good sugar? Hm? So good to rut your little cunt on my tongue" his words get to you badly, nodding pathethically,

"Yeah? Good.. very good.. taste so sweet baby- oh fuck"

Your attention turns back on him, acknowledging the fact that he's still hard, pulsing on his hips, your soft, swollen lips wrapping arounf the head before sinking back down as far as possible

Jungkook's grunts get louder with your pace, wet slurping sounds filling the room alongside his deep moans,

"You like that? Like my fat cock stuffed down that tiny mouth?" bucking his hips into your mouth, he can't stop the feeling of needing more, needing to fuck your throat and leaving it swollen for him, running his cum down and spilling from your lips,

You moan around him as am answer for his question, shutting your eyes, fingers digging into his big muscular thighs, Jungkook starts roughly pushing his hips into your face, his cock hitting the base of your throat

"good fucking girl letting me use your cute little throat, gonna cum sugar" he mutters through gritted teeth before biting down on his bottom lip hard, his tip throbbing, releasing his milky cum into your throat,

"mhmm.. come here, show me how good you swallow f'me"

you keep his slightly salty arousal in your mouth, climbing off with trembling legs to sit on his thigh, his large hands pulling you closer by the waist, rubbing your sides in a comforting, gently manner

You swallow, bottom lip slightly glazed with his essence,

"fuck sugar" he curses out beneath his heavy breaths, pulling your face by your cheek, his flush lips collding with your own,

"hows this cute lil cunt hm? Can handle me for another round?" Whispering darkly against your jawline that he sucks on, his thumb pressing small cricles into your sensitive, swollen bud

[yooniivrse-deactivated20250422]

diet pepsi | jjk

summary. stuck in the rain, jungkook can’t resist the sweetness of your lollipop—or the taste of your lips.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationship au (kind of?), suggestive

word count: 1.4k

content/warnings: oc's a tease & a menace / jk loves it / allusions to car s^x / kissing / making out

notes: inspired by this ask. ik i’ve only written for yoongi on here until now, but i thought that jk fit the request better. as always, asks, reblogs, likes, comments and feedback are so so appreciated! not my best work but i hope you enjoy my loves <3333

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The rain had been falling for hours now, in waves so steady it felt like the whole world had dissolved into a haze of mist and water. Jungkook’s car was the only thing cutting through the fog, its headlights barely illuminating the slick pavement ahead.

The city lights blur in the distance, their neon colours muted by the downpour. Inside, it was warm, quiet, with only the soft hum of the engine and the patter of rain against the windows.

You sit in the passenger seat, the candy on your tongue melting into a slow, sugary sweetness. A lollipop, something you had absentmindedly grabbed from the convenience store before you hit the road. Now, you twirl it between your fingers, occasionally taking it back into your mouth, tasting the sweet tang as you watch the rain race down the window.

Jungkook, next to you, is focused on the road. His grip on the steering wheel is relaxed, the ink across the back of his hand disappearing into the shadows cast across his skin every so often.

His eyes flicker in your direction, catching the movement of the lollipop between your lips. Though the movement is subtle, you don't miss the way his jaw tenses, or how he shifts in his seat ever so slightly. His expression is cool, his face unreadable, but a small smirk teases a corner of your lips.

The soft glow from the dashboard casts shadows across his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, and the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Can I have a taste?” His voice is smooth, cutting through the low hum of the engine, playful but low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You glance over at him, brows raised slightly in surprise by the sudden request. You slide the lollipop out from between your lips, holding it out in front of him with a teasing tilt of your head.

His eyes flicker from the road to the candy, then back to you. “That’s not what I meant.”

Your pulse quickens at the subtle undertone in his voice. The suggestiveness lacing his words isn't lost on you, and something about the way the rain made everything outside feel distant and forgotten made the air inside the car feel thick, heavy with an unspoken tension. You plop the lollipop back in your mouth, swirling it around in a deliberately slow manner, before pulling it out again, this time letting your teeth drag lightly across it.

“Oh?” you murmur, turning your body toward him, leaning a little closer. “What did you mean, then?”

Jungkook shoots you a sidelong glance, his lips curving into a small, almost dangerous smile. He doesn’t answer right away, letting the question hang in the air between you, like the lingering fog outside the car. His fingers flexes against the steering wheel, and you watch the way his knuckles whiten as his grip tightens.

Outside, the rain begins to fall harder, each drop splashing against the windshield like tiny explosions. The wipers move faster, thundering from one side to the other, but it only made the scene beyond the glass more distorted, more dreamlike. The city lights turn into glowing streaks, the world outside reduced to a blur of motion and colour.

Inside, it feels as though time has slowed.

“You’re gonna make me crash if you keep that up,” he mutters, his voice thick with something deeper, rougher.

“Am I distracting you, Kook?” you asked, your voice light, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. You blink at him innocently, failing to hide the cocky smile that draws across your lips.

His hand tightens on the wheel for just a second, and you know you have him. His eyes are still locked on the road, but there's something in the way his breath quickens, the way his body shifts, that tells you he's paying more attention to you than he is to the endless stretch of highway in front of him.

Without saying anything, you lean back into your seat, drawing the lollipop slowly into your mouth again, the sticky sweetness spreading across your tongue. You can feel his eyes on you, a quick glance, before they flick back to the road. The air between you crackle with a tension that feels like it might snap at any moment, and you revel in it.

Minutes pass, the rain a constant backdrop, the car a world of its own. Every now and then, Jungkook would exhale sharply, and you’d catch him watching the way your lips moved around the lollipop, the way your mouth worked the candy with deliberate, languid motions. It's a game, one you know you're playing well, and you can feel him slipping.

And then, just as you're about to push him a little further, Jungkook’s hand moves from the steering wheel. He reaches over, his fingers brushing against your thigh, light at first, but firm enough that it sent a jolt of heat through you. His touch is warm, steady, and he gives your leg a gentle squeeze.

“I’m pulling over,” he says, his voice deeper, rougher now, no longer trying to hide the want simmering underneath.

Your heart skips a beat, a thrill running through you as you watch him steer the car toward the side of the road. The rain hasn’t let up, pouring harder now, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The world outside has already disappeared, fading into nothing more than a wet blur, leaving just the two of you.

Jungkook shifts the car into park, the engine still running, headlights casting faint beams through the thick curtain of rain. He leans back in his seat, exhaling slowly, before turning his head to look at you, his gaze dark, heavy with intention.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he says, his hand still resting on your thigh, his fingers now tracing lazy circles over your skin.

You smile, a small, knowing smile. “You know you love it.”

He doesn't deny your words, and simply watches you for a long moment, as if weighing what to do next. Then, slowly, his hand slides higher, his fingers brushing the hem of your denim skirt, teasing the skin beneath. The warmth of his touch sends a wave of heat coursing through your body, and suddenly the air inside the car feels too thick, too charged.

Jungkook moves his hand up from your thigh to cup your cheek, and you pull the lollipop out of your mouth just before he presses his lips to yours.

His touch is soft at first, the pressure he puts into the kiss feather light. When he pulls back, your eyes remain shut for a few more seconds. He moves his thumb across the apple of your cheek and your eyes flutter open.

In an instant, his lips return to yours with such force that you freeze for a second. He kisses you roughly, refusing to part from you as if you might cease to exist if he does. His mouth is sweet, his breath tinged with hints of mint, and a small sound escapes your throat when he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth.

Goosebumps rise across your skin as his kisses move along the curve of your jaw, his electric touch leaving you breathless.

You pull apart from him only when you're forced to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes dart across your parted lips.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover, his hands slipping back to your waist, pulling you closer again as if he can't stand the distance between you. His kisses trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, each one more intense than the last. His lips graze over the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips.

He pauses for a second as you stare at him with eyes clouded with desire.

"Fuck," he groans. "Get in the back seat, baby."

[here2bbtstrash]

Request: Jimin and/or Hobi x innocent/virgin reader. innocence/corruption kink. maybe teaching her how to do a blowjob idk. smut.

WOOOOOF usually virgin/innocent smut is not really my bag but. idk. the stars aligned and in this moment it was very much my bag. we went full nasty with it 🙆‍♀️ thank you for this req - i hope you enjoy!!! 🌹

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: hoseok x virgin!reader wordcount: it's like 1.2k but we had a vision alright contains: member POV 😈, alcohol mention, reader is a virgin and v sexually inexperienced (it's her first time doing like everything okay), hobi is a good teacher tho 😏, first blowjob, he is... definitely turned on by her innocence (i mean this is really what it says on the tin lmao), some dirty talk/name calling, face fucking, might be under-negotiated if u squint, she touches herself, a surprise facial lol, manhandling, he eats her out over her underwear - i think that's it !!

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You’ve never done this before.

That’s all Hoseok can think as you sink to your knees in front of him, eyes big and blinking, awaiting instruction.

It’s why you picked him, he’d learned tonight, after you’d sipped at your vodka cranberry until it loosened your lips. You’d swiped on his dating app profile after seeing his listed occupation: dance instructor.

That’s what you needed. A teacher.

You’d confessed it with your face buried in your palms, drunk enough to say it but sober enough to still feel the shame. Growing up, you’d listened to the stories as your friends started having sex, blossoming one by one into experienced, confident adults. But it just never happened for you.

And now, here you are. A late bloomer. Inexperienced. “A virgin,” you’d admitted, mortified. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”

Hoseok thought it was hot, actually, but he kept that to himself.

He knows he’s a good teacher: attentive, detail-oriented, a good communicator. And very patient. But fuck, if seeing you sit back on your socked heels and lick your lips doesn’t test that patience.

“Take it out, baby.”

You fumble open the button on his jeans, shaky-handed, clearly nervous, so Hoseok helps you out, easing pants and boxers down in one go. He doesn’t miss the look on your face as you take him in.

God, he’s already hard and you haven’t so much as breathed on him.

“Ever seen one before?” he murmurs, fingers carding through your hair.

The self-conscious exhale you let out tells him the answer before you even find the words. You don’t have to.

“That’s okay. Just touch it.”

Hoseok can barely bite back his groan when you wrap your hand around him and give a tentative squeeze. He allows you a second to get used to the weight of him, the feeling, velvet firm and blood hot.

Shy little thing with a cock in her hand. He’ll ruin you if you let him. Take every first you’re willing to give.

You shift on the floor, and Hoseok thinks maybe you’re gonna ask to stop, crawl back into his bed for another hour of his tongue in your mouth, his hands pawing at your tits over your shirt. 

But then he feels it: the soft pink drag of your tongue at the crown of his cock. One pass, then two. Like he’s a fucking ice cream cone.

It tears a rough sound from the back of his throat. He wonders if you can feel him pulse in your hand, if you can taste the precum drooling out of his slit as you keep on kitten licking at him.

“Yeah, you wanna taste?” he asks, and you nod with his cock still on the flat of your tongue. “Suck on the tip,” he instructs, because this is what you’re here for. “Just watch your teeth.”

With a soft noise, you do what your teacher says.

Hoseok’s first taste of the sweet, wet warmth of your mouth is made twice as good by the way you glance up at him through your lashes, clearly searching for an affirmation that you’re doing it right. Too innocent to know what you look like: a perfect little whore.

“So pretty like this, baby,” he groans, ever a believer in positive reinforcement. “Suckin’ on your very first cock.”

A muscle in your throat jumps; he wonders if that’s a twinge of embarrassment rolling through you. Wonders if it’s fucked up how much he likes that.

“Want some more?” he asks, and you’re already stretching your lips further down his shaft, dragging his entire tip and then some over the hot stripe of your tongue. Hoseok cups your jaw with one hand as he pushes into your mouth, gentle as he can. He can’t quite hide the ragged edge to his breathing.

“Hollow your cheeks,” he rasps. “Suck harder.”

The added pressure when you tighten up around him nearly makes his knees buckle.

“Fuck,” he moans, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. “That’s it.”

Your rhythm isn’t perfect, but he figures maybe the best way to teach is by example, so he reaches down to hold your head in both hands as his hips start to kick forward.

“Let me use you, baby,” Hoseok breathes, and he didn’t really mean to say it out loud, but the noise you make around his dick is everything he needs to hear.

Another low moan rips through him at the sight of you, his little virgin down on her knees and just fucking taking it, and he picks up the pace, deliberately fucks into your mouth like he wants to mold your tongue in the shape of him.

“Already a slut for this cock, huh?”

A crease notches between Hoseok’s brows. His eyes drink you in as his hips roll: the willing gape of your mouth, the flutter of your lashes, the thick spit gloss spilling from the seal of your lips.

And then his gaze tracks lower, and– oh.

You’ve let your knees peel apart, just enough to hitch your skirt up the smooth skin of your thighs, and the hand that isn’t clung to Hoseok’s hip for balance has snaked its way between your legs. But you’re not touching yourself, not really. You’re just… grinding the flat of your palm into your underwear. Thin white cotton, plain and not meant to be sexy, not bought for anyone else to ever see. Somehow the hottest fucking thing.

Hoseok chokes on a whine because fuck, is this how you always get off? Too sweetly unsure to actually masturbate, just rutting your hot little pussy against your hand, a plushie, the corner of your bed.

Ashamed of the pleasure and chasing it anyway.

The thought is dizzying, distractingly so, and he miscalculates a thrust, feels the head of his cock scrape the back of your throat and everything clench tight at the intrusion.

He pulls out with a gasp to give you a second, but even the friction of that quick drag is enough to tip him over the edge, and then his hand is mindlessly tugging at his wet shaft because he needs to come so fucking bad.

And then he does, he is, he’s coming, sticky thick ropes of it leaking from the head of his dick before he can even warn you. All that he manages is another groan as he paints you, white streaks splattering over your cheeks, down your neck, a little in your hair; making a mess of you.

To Hoseok’s surprise, you don’t react with disgust or even shock. Instead a soft moan slips through your spit-slicked lips, and your hips buck harder against your palm, and he can’t hold back another fucking second.

He’s already on the floor, and maybe it’s too rough, the way he drags your hips toward him until you’re flat on your back, but he can’t not do it. Can’t not shove your legs open to bury his face between your thighs, can’t not lick up the already soaked-through seat of your panties and gasp against it at the raw taste of you.

And he’s the first to ever have it.

It doesn’t take much, just a few more drags of his tongue, rubbing firmly at the clothed seam of your virgin pussy until your hips shove up and your hands tangle in his hair as you come. 

Hoseok can already tell he’ll play the moment back until he wears out the mental recording of it: your spine arching off the hardwood floor, his cum still dripping down your face as you moan like the whore he knew he could make of you.

After all, he’s a very good teacher.

[tanniedrabbles]

hear me the fuck out okay I think aftercare with joon would be incredible. as you lie there in bed your cores both still so super sensitive from the intense activities but you’d be enveloped in his big arms, his fingers carding gently through your hair and maybe even drawing shapes lightly on your skin with his slightly calloused fingers. he would whisper some really sweet nothings in your ear or praise you for how well you did like how well you took him or made him feel. he’ll offer to massage you if things got a bit rough or sore and kiss any marks or bruises he may have left and even apologise if you wince. he would make sure you get up to pee because you are not getting a uti on his watch no ma’am and no you can’t have another five more minutes but if you keep delaying it he may just carry you to the bathroom and make you go which i mean would be handy considering your legs will probably be like jelly now anyway so the less you need to walk the better amiright?

i could see him either running you a bath after you’ve caught your breath if things got especially sweaty or he could just lay there with you in his arms talking about literally anything. his brain is another big organ for joon so you know he could literally talk to you about something as big as the meaning of life or something small like what pokemon he got with that damn bread he’s collecting. he’s not a chef and would definitely not be in the mood for all that food prep so i can see takeout on the cards and would order your favorite. and maybe y’all will settle watching reruns of a show or movie you both love (for me it would be friends and debating which character each of you and your own friends are) and overall the rest of the time you have together will be spent just connected together. ugh now i want this.

[99liners]

liberosis — myg;

liberosis; the desire to care less about things.

pairings: lawyer!min yoongi x trophy wife!reader

extra characters: kim taehyung and tanaz (enouement), kim seokjin and inaya (aphotic), jeon jeongguk and azumi (kaiho), park jimin and rei (nodus tollens), jung hoseok (psychomachy) (avengers, assemble!)

genre: angst, smut, contractual marriage!au, age-gap!au (10 years)

words: 31.390

warnings: tsundere!min yoongi, toxic relationship, talks of corruption, morally corrupt!min yoongi, morally corrupt!bts, minor/unnamed character deaths, yoongi is a chain-smoker (most lawyers smoke, believe me on this one), cold and distant behaviour, scenes with alcohol consumption, face-sitting, pussy-eating, consensual and unprotected sex, doggy-style, orgasms (f / m), mental abuse, mental breakdown / meltdown, hurtful words, mentally abusive, explicit display of controlling behaviour, extreme paranoia, irrationality, yoongi exhibits signs of pyromania (he sets ‘some’ things on fire), mentions of cheating, exhibitionism.

part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series.

a/n: let me warn you all, well in advance, that the legal depictions portrayed in this piece of work, specifically about ‘spousal privilege’ is not how the actual rule of law works and is a bit different (also can differ based on personal laws around the world). i took the liberty to alter some details to suit this piece of work better, so please take note of them with a grain of salt. your understanding is appreciated!

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄.

— 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 700+

— 𝐂𝐖/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: Virgin Reader. Teasing. Clitoral Stim/Play. Squirting(?). First Orgasm. Daddy Kink.

— 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: N/A.

“Can I touch you just a little bit? Jus’ wanna play with your pretty pussy, baby,” his fingers play with the hem of your skirt, dancing on the expanse of your thighs.

“Mmm .. ‘dunno. Never really touched m’self before,” you slurred, already drunk off of his light, incessant touches to your body, thinking back on how you could barely get a finger in without wincing and backing out almost immediately.

“Yeah? Then can I do it for you, doll?” He cocks his head to the side, strong arms enveloping your small waist, using minimal force to press your pretty tits against his broad chest.

You go to agree verbally, but you think about the size of his fingers compared to yours, taking a second to decide on your answer.

Like he read your mind, he says, “I won’t finger you if you don’t want that just yet. Just wanna play with you, princess.”

Once giving him a meek little nod, he spreads his thighs for you to settle between, skirt hiked up around your waist with your lavender cotton panties in view for him.

“How adorable,”

He reaches out for your underwear, feeling along your center until he feels a faint throbbing toward the apex of your slit, rubbing faint circles on what he concludes to be your clit.

Trying to muscle through it, your hips jerk involuntarily, a whimper slipping past your lips at the burning pleasure between your thighs.

“Gonna let me take these off for ya or y’gonna make me work to make you cum?”

“Off, off—y-y’can take it off, Daddy,” offering your hips up to him, thick fingers loop beneath the hem of your underwear, peeling them off of your glistening cunt.

A groan rumbles from within his chest at the sight of your shy little pussy, strings of your slick decorating your folds. “S’that all for me?” He leans over you, using one hand to pull you closer, your thighs sitting over his.

“Lay back, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you,” his promise drips with the most sugary honey as deft fingers run up your slit, gathering slick from your weeping, kissing center to pull back your hood and gently massage your clit.

A look of awe shifts across his features as your body reacts as a whole; a squeal erupting from your throat, your back arching, and your legs squirming aimlessly.

Your hands absently surfing amongst the sheets in search of some way to ground yourself.

“Never paid attention to this pretty little thing here, have you?”

Shaking a slow, sincere response, he coos in pity, thumbing at your clit endlessly, talking you through the ‘weird feeling down there’ until you were moaning, pleading for him to keep going.

You fight the urge to close your thighs around his wrist, because you know he’ll just pry them back open in a matter of seconds. So you take it, both you and your pussy gush at the amount of praise and encouragement he sweetly whispers to you.

“You’re gonna be my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Gonna learn how to take all my fingers, sweetheart?”

“Can’t wait till I can fuck your pretty pussy open on my cock.”

He breathes these words against your wobbling, cherry glossed lips before kissing you, swallowing down your wanton moans and cries of his name.

Locking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, his arm moves in tandem with his middle and ring finger, abusing your clit to the point of it being raw and swollen—just how he wanted it.

“Feels like ‘m gonna pee,” your voice drops below a whisper, ashamed of how what you thought to be your bladder was acting amidst your time with him.

“Trust me, you’re not. I know, baby,” he kisses your forehead, transferring your lip gloss from his lips to your forehead following your steamy make-out.

“Babe, babe, Daddy, I’m gonna—!” His lips muffle your screams again for a just a moment, an unknown liquid comes squirting out of you in multiple spurts and lands onto his bedsheets, creating a dark patch on the grey sheets.

You apologize profusely, embarrassed that you ‘let go’ on him, upset that your body completely turned against you. 

“‘m sorry, I’m s’sorry, Daddy,” you beg for his forgiveness, telling him you didn’t mean to do it, but he only gives you a concerned—more of a confused look, “What’re you apologizing for, sweetness? All you did was cum.”

Don’t repost my works.

[sxtaep]

holding hands while riding namjoon? idk im just hjorny rn 😭

well, i’m glad i could be of assistance, anon <3

pairing: namjoon x female reader

warnings: softdom!joon, sub!reader, explicit smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, crying, kinda soft, rough fucking, i can’t tell if he’s trying to punish her or naw..

“Need me to love you, need me to protect you, need me to fuck you,” Namjoon seethes, hands resting on the small of your back as he enunciated each point with a harsh thrust into you.

You were in tears on top of him, riding him out like your life depended on it whilst his cock evasively split you open; just the way you liked it.

He was never normally this rough with you, opting to go slow and easy every time you both decided to get intimate. His soft side during sex was something you cherished so much; it made you feel safe in his arms.

But that was until now.

You chose to disrupt one of his super important zoom interviews with your desperation; twirling his hair around your fingers to which the interviewer could clearly see. Namjoon would try to brush you off, silently telling you that he’d be with you shortly, but you didn’t budge.

And that went on for the rest of the hour. You bothered him to the point where he was tired of your shit, slamming the laptop shut after ending the call and dragging you into your shared bedroom.

Which is where you are now.

Looking down at him, you could tell he was pissed, but you couldn’t let the desperation inside of you eat you out alive. You did the right thing seeing as he was giving you exactly what you wanted.

“Don’t fucking cry. Isn’t this what you wanted?” His tone of voice was harsh and his hips slammed into you with such brute force, it felt like he was fucking the cries out of you.

“Yes, yes—!” you cry again, your fingers digging into the skin of his shoulder which caused him to wince.

You were such a good girl. Never having been fucked like this, you were taking him like a champ.

It warmed his heart in the most fucked up way possible.

Namjoon yanked your hand off his shoulder, instead intertwining his hand in yours to give you that little sense of care and security you were always used to.

“Need me to hold your hand while I fuck you as well, huh?” His tone was seemingly trying to mock you, belittle you in some sense, but you weren’t a pussy.

You could take a rough fuck when necessary.

Whether he held your hand or not, you trusted the man with your whole life.

“You’re so cute..”

You don’t hear him, the sounds of skin slapping and your whimpers drowning out his endearing words.

He set his free hand over your hips, forcing you to slam down on his cock and revelling in the way your walls clenched around him.

“Too much..” you say breathlessly, but your actions were contradicting your own words as you continued to fuck yourself on top of him without his assistance.

“You’re so greedy, Y/N,” the man tsks, shaking his head like he was disappointed but he was far from it.

You were everything he could ask for, and more.

[jeonful-deactivated20241229]

AWAKE | jjk

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summary: when jungkook can't sleep because of you.

pairings: boyfriend!jk x fem!reader, established relationship

genre: smut

word count: 1.2k

warnings/includes: nsfw, smut, pet names, mentions of alcohol, swearing, clit play, neck kisses, making out, softdom!jk, bigdick!jk, p in v, chair sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), cream pie, cumming inside, orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink if you squint, fluff, sweet nothings

you were woken up by the sound of the television.

you put your arm out next to you were jungkook would have been lying and groaned.

he wasn't there. but you figured that as soon as you woke up.

you sat up and rubbed your eyes. you didn't know what it was on the TV that could possibly be better than sleep.

you picked your phone up from the nightstand and checked the time.

2:54am

you swung your legs round the side of the bed and stood up. you walked to the bedroom door and opened it. the hall lights were on.

you stepped out of the bedroom and into the hall.

you saw that he wasn't sitting on the sofa. there was a bottle of whiskey on the dining table but the chair was empty. you knew he'd been sitting there because the chair was pulled out.

you heard the cabinet door open. then you heard the sound of ice falling into a glass.

"couldn't sleep either?"

jungkook said as you walked past.

you smiled and shook your head,

"nope. the TV woke me up."

he tutted, then looked at you and smiled,

"sorry."

you picked up the remote controller that was lying on the dining table and pressed mute. the noise from the television stopped.

you then sat on the edge of the table, looking at jungkook.

"you want one?"

he asked holding up his glass but you shook your head.

"i don't think it's the best idea to drink whiskey at 3am."

he shrugged and grinned at you.

he walked to the table and stood beside you. he unscrewed the lid of the half empty bottle.

you didn't remember the bottle looking like that earlier.

earlier it was full. and now it wasn't.

you eyed him,

"that's your first drink right?"

he stopped pouring and hesitated.

"... second."

"kook."

you sighed and he chuckled.

"it's fine baby. the glass isn't that big."

he was right. the glass was pretty small.

"why are you up koo?"

you asked and he smirked, looking down at his drink as he stirred it.

"you want the truth?"

he asked and you narrowed your eyes. you smiled slightly,

"why, what happened?"

he giggled and sat down, setting his drink down on the table.

he put his hand out to get you to sit on his lap.

you straddled him and he held your thighs and sighed into your neck.

"i couldn't sleep..."

he mumbled,

"why?"

you asked and your hand went to the back of his head to stroke his hair.

he kissed your neck and then rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes.

"i was horny."

he smiled,

"still am."

you grinned. trying to ignore the fact that his words turned you on massively.

"but why are you up?"

he chuckled,

"needed to distract myself. didn't wanna wake you."

you sighed,

"babe."

"mhm?"

he hummed,

"we talked about this."

he squeezed you,

"i know, i know. but you looked so tired."

one of his hand moved from your thigh to pick up the controller for the TV and turn it off.

"do you wanna go back to bed?"

he asked and you shrug,

"i'm not really tired anymore."

he kissed you,

"or we can stay up for a bit longer?"

you nod and rest your head on his chest.

he stroked your hair.

"you sure you're not tired baby?"

you nod,

"yeah. i'm sure."

you both sat in silence for a moment, enjoying being wrapped up in eachother.

it his right hand came to stroke your clit through your panties.

you pushed your hips into his hand, needing more friction.

he noticed your desperate movements and pressed his thumb harder against your sensetive nub.

"you like that hm?"

he whispered, planting a wet kiss to your neck. his thumb circled your clit a few more times making you moan.

"fuck kook,"

he groaned, he was just as impatient as you were. the bulge in his pants was growing by the second.

your hands tangled in his hair,

“fuck me,"

he kissed you quickly before glancing up into your eyes,

"fuck me..."

"please,"

you breathed,

"good girl,"

he smiled and made you stand up, each leg either side of his thighs. he tugged down his pants, you slipped down your panties. he held your hips with his left hand and freed himself from his briefs.

he then placed both hands on your hips and pulled you down onto him.

he slowly sank himself into your heat.

he hissed when your walls squeezed around his sensitive dick.

he held firmly onto your thighs as you gently moved up and down, he pushed his hips against you, driving his cock further and further into you. you were hot, wet and ready for him and had been since you woke up.

"fuck, you feel so good,"

he panted,

his head dropped to your chest as you continued to ride him, his hips slapping against yours.

suppressed moans escaped your lips as you felt yourself approaching your high,

"louder baby, i wanna hear you..."

he gripped your thighs tighter, pounding himself deeper into you until he was fully inside of you. and when he was fully inside of you, the tip of his cock continously hit your g-spot, nearly making you cum there and then.

you tried your harderst to control yourself, to keep going for a little longer.

he kissed you slowly and ran his lips down to your neck,

"kook,"

you moaned, your thighs tightened around him,

"mhm?"

"i'm close..."

he smirked and tilted your hips up, you arched your back so he could fuck deeper into you.

he buried his face into your neck,

"let go baby,"

you were so glad he didn't make you keep going, you were at your breaking point. your body tensed up, you felt hot, you moaned and stopped fighting that feeling of holding back. waves of arousal gushed over you,

your hips sped up and your eyes rolled back.

he groaned and he felt you coat him with your sweet release, making his dick throb.

"fuckkk, good girl..."

he slowed down his thrusts, feeling himself easily glide in and out of you, you were like an ocean, absolutely soaked. gentle wet sounds and moans filled the silent room.

"mmh."

he exhaled sharply and his dick twitched and his hips faltered but he still attempted to thrust into you, desperately.

that's when you knew he had reached his peak.

he moaned as he spurted hot cum into your soaked pussy. you moaned slightly at the feeling of him filling you up. his hips slowed down and stopped and he kissed you.

his breathing was fast, you could feel his chest rising and falling against you.

you were just as out of breath as he was.

"i love you."

he mumbled into your neck. his hands stroked slowly up and down your thighs.

your hand came to the back of his head to stroke his hair,

"love you too koo."

you closes your eyes and in that moment felt like you could fall back to sleep.

you both didn't move, partly because you didn't want to but also because you were too worn out to move.

"wanna go back to bed now?"

he asked and quickly kissed your forehead,

"why? so you can finally get some sleep?"

you asked and he shook his head and smiled,

"no. so we can have another round."

THE END

[dumpywrites]

Wanna See My Cat? - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: “Do you wanna see my cat?” You're not actually lying but he thinks it's a sexual innuendo.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, situationship-ish

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

a/n: I was contemplating on whether to actually add smut to this but I decided not to cause it's cuter this way and I think we could all agree there're plenty of bts smut but not enough fluff here! :D

Situationship was a funny concept. Either you commit or not, that was what you believed. Which was why you were not precisely proud to say that you was now in fact in one. 

In your defense it had only been what, three? Four weeks? A month or so? Min Yoongi was this nice guy your acquaintance introduced you to. Gentle, could be hilarious when he wanted to, and cute. Although he could be a little emotionless at times, mostly he was a really sweet guy and you liked him a lot. In your other defense, you did not believe what you had with him could be called as a situationship. It was just what your friends had been teasing you about. 

In the whole time of knowing him, you had been to total of three dates. The first being a casual “are you free for dinner after work?” kinda date, second a movie date, and third being a very chill cafe date. And in your opinion, you enjoyed all of them, you had the greatest of time chatting and spending quality time with him. But your friend kept teasing you otherwise. 

Apparently your dates were considered too boring, too innocent for today’s dating world standard. You had not even had your first kiss yet and one of your friends was already asking about his size. Evidently, wanting to take things slow was a crime nowadays and you were lowkey getting annoyed. 

Today though, your park date was cancelled due to the rain. You kept cursing to yourself at home when you saw Yoongi’s text telling you to do a literal rain check, seeing the thunderstorm. The outfit that you bought especially for the occasion failed to see the outside world. 

As you stood in front of the mirror, seeing the reflection gave you a weird idea. A small Siamese cat walking past your feet, meowing adorably. Your pet cat, Zuko. A cat whose existence wasn’t known by Yoongi yet. The lightbulb above your head lightened up. 

“Do you wanna see my cat?” You sent the text. 

**

Yoongi texted you to let you know that he had arrived at your place. You recalled last time he picked you up it took him around fifteen minutes but this time he only took ten. You wondered what made him arrive a lot quicker. 

You were giddy with excitement and took a screenshot to tell your friend. Instead of being excited and giddy for you, your friend sent a bunch of side-eye emojis. Well, they could be just teasing you but the chat bubble following afterwards had you wondering. 

“Woo! Give me a rating score later!!!” 

You crooked your head in confusion, but there was no time to ponder on your friend’s riddle when Yoongi was already waiting for you to open the front door. 

“Hey.”

That hey definitely did not have to sound that deep and hot. You had to gulped your saliva down upon seeing him in his comfortable clothes. Since when did wearing sweatpants and baggy t-shirt looked so good? And did he just had his hair cut or was it just you? So many questions pilling up in your head. 

You knew it was game over when he went in for a hug. Heavenly was the only words you could use to describe his smell. It was a mixture of his shampoo and his laundry detergent, and his intoxicating smell. It seemed like he didn’t even use any perfume. 

“What should we eat?” You said while smiling giddily. 

“I’m kinda craving some instant ramen?” He looked at you while lifting a shopping bag filled with a few packets of noodles. 

Your eyes beamed. “That sounds really nice actually with the weather and all.” 

“Alright cool.” He nodded. “Let’s cook?”

Yoongi was being extra touchy. You were boiling the water and he would swiftly grab the chopsticks in front of you from behind, making you feel his chest. You fully knew well that he could easily grab the utensils without doing that, but for some reason the demons were working hard at the moment. He even leaned his chin over your shoulder as you were chopping some sausages. At this point he could be doing it on purpose for all you knew. 

He did not stop when you both started to eat. From the smooth wiping your lips from food to feeding you. Who was this person and what had he done to Yoongi you might never know. 

Right after washing the dishes and escaping a few of Yoongi’s teases, you both chilled on the sofa. As you browsed through Netflix, you could sense him scooting closer to you. You could feel his body warmth that automatically made yours grew hotter as well. 

“What are we watching?” He asked with a husky voice. By this point he was hugging your waist and rested his body weight on you. 

“I was thinking some action? You love those right?”

“I do.” 

You paused. Why was the tone of his voice sounded slightly off and why was he looking at you funnily?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He broke into a small smile. “Nothing.”

“Stop or I’ll make you watch Puss in Boots!” You whined. 

And then it hit you. The cat! You were too busy being swayed, head in the clouds, fantasizing, that you forgot why he was initially visiting you in your apartment.

“My cat!” You exclaimed loudly, which made Yoongi jumped and sat back up from his position. 

You missed the look of confusion in Yoongi’s face as you ran quickly to your room to pick up the furball in your bedroom. 

“I can’t believe I forgot about him!” You chuckled with your pet now in your arms. “He doesn’t like roaming around, he mostly sleeps in my room.”

Yoongi just looked at you, quizzically. As if he could not believe his eyes. 

“Meet Zuko!” You smiled, proudly showing your cat. “Zuko, meet Yoongi.” You giggled and shoved the cat to the man’s hands. 

He stared at the cat blankly for a good few seconds before gently petting the creature’s head. 

“Uh, hi.” He said, sounding lightly awkward. “He’s actually really cute.”

“I know right!” You grinned. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Sure.” He said, sounding a little unsure. 

The man sat down with your cat on his lap, slowly stroking the soft white fur of its tiny body. You bent down, sat on the carpet on his knee level to pet the cat. Somehow seeing you smile lovingly at the cat made Yoongi’s lips curled into a soft smile as well. 

“You’re adorable.” Yoongi said. 

“He’s the cutest cat, I know.”

“No, I mean you.” 

“Oh.” You shyly looked away, hoping the nervous giggles did not give it away. “Thank you.” 

Yoongi chuckled and huffed a sigh. “I can’t believe there’s actually a cat.”

“Huh?” You crooked your head to the side, wondering what the guy meant by that. “Of course there is? What do you mean?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He laughed. “You don’t know?”

“Uh, no?” 

He ruffled your hair and laughed again, this time a little bit louder than before. You were still stunned, too confused to process when he quickly pulled you in and kissed your forehead. Suddenly you did not want to protest about how messy he just made your hair. 

“It’s alright, maybe next time.” 

You covered your face with both of your palms.  “What’s with you today?!” You said with your hands still covering your face. 

“I like you.” He shrugged. “Might not be the most animated guy out there so I’m just letting you know.”

“Yeah, which is why I’m so confused with you today???” You said with flushed face. “Oh my god, that’s not the point though! I like you too!”

He chuckled. “Let’s just get back to the movie?”

The vibe after that conversation calmed down. Maybe it was the whole letting-the-cat-out-of-the-bag thing on your feelings making the air less thick. You ended up just cuddling, snuggling to each other while watching The Notebook. You both hated romance movies, but somehow finished the entire movie anyway after you misclicked it in the first place. It was nice and warm being in Yoongi’s arms and you were afraid you wouldn’t want to ever let go. 

And it was finally time for him to go home. Crazy how you did not notice the time went by so fast. Heck, you didn’t even notice the screen was already playing another movie. How could you when Yoongi was caressing your hair ever so gently? Goodness gracious. 

“Hey, I have to go now. Meeting in an hour, remember?” He tapped your shoulder. 

“I’m not letting you go.” You whined, hugging him tighter. 

He laughed. “Silly, I can come again tomorrow.”

You sat back up and looked at him. “Really???”

“I mean yeah, you don’t have work on Sunday, right?” He smiled. “If you want to, that is.”

“I want to.” You giggled. 

He flashed his gummy smile one more time before getting up from your couch. You walked with him to the door and waited for him to grab his jacket. The whole time you were stalling, asking him the most random questions, and made the silliest remarks. You just didn’t want him to go home yet, especially after finding out that he liked you too. 

“As much as I’d love to talk more about how much I disliked the whole education system, I really have to go now.” He chuckled. 

“Okay.” You pouted. You watch as he got up from tying his shoelaces. 

He huffed a sigh and smiled. “Come closer.”

You did as told without thinking and in a quick seconds, somehow you were pulled into a soft kiss. It was a soft peck and you could feel his smile through it. He didn’t gave you a chance to react as he swiftly let go. 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“Come on…” You whined again and covered your face in awkwardness, and he could only laugh at you. “Go! Before I lock you up!”

“I’ll text you.” He waved and you finally closed your door. 

You found yourself giggling and smiling to yourself like an idiot. This was new. Whatever in the fresh hell was that, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you were into this somewhat bold and flirty side of him. 

You casually walked back to your couch and switched the tv to youtube. As you let random science podcast video play, you decided to check your phone, realizing you had not text your friend back yet. 

“What do you mean by giving a score?”

Your friend replied almost too immediately. You were shocked to see the usage of caps lock. 

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW??????!!!!! WTF???”

“Okay, explain?????”

“Poor Yoongi has to deal with your dumbass 😔” 

“Shut up 🖕🖕🖕”

“It’s a code. You say that instead of asking to come over and have sex. Basically the new netflix and chill.”

“… okay. OKAY???!!!!!!”

“Bestie, did something happen though??? 😍”

“SO THAT’S WHY HE TOLD ME HE WAS SURPRISED THAT THERE WAS ACTUALLY A CAT???? OMFGGGGGG!!!!!! ASFDKSPSKSG 😭😭😭”

You put down your phone to muffle your tiny scream with your knuckles. You recalled him mentioning a next time. Then you also recalled him wanting to come over again tomorrow. Needless to say, it was finally time to let out that one cute underwear you had been keeping in your drawer for months.

Thank you for reading! 🐈‍⬛💕

[champagneher]

DRABBLE | +1k

BASED ON | YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEPS ASKING STRANGE EXISTENTIAL -OR WAY TOO DEEP FOR 1AM- QUESTIONS AND YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP.

PAIRING | NAMJOON X F!READER

WARNINGS | NSFW

The dim light of your shared bedroom cast a soft glow over the space, a warm and familiar heaven that usually lured you to sleep with ease. Tonight, however, sleep was elusive, chased away by the gentle but persistent voice of your boyfriend, Namjoon, who lay beside you, his head propped up on one hand as he gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling.

"Do you think the universe is infinite?" he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the room. "And if it is, does that mean there are infinite versions of us, living out every possible scenario?"

You blinked sleepily, rolling over to face him, half-buried in the warmth of your comforter. "Namjoon," you mumbled, your voice thick with exhaustion, "it's 1 AM. Can we save the existential questions for the morning?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "I can't help it," he said, his tone apologetic but laced with curiosity. "Sometimes I just get caught up thinking about these things."

You sighed, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite your fatigue. This was a familiar routine—Namjoon’s mind was always active, always questioning, even in the late hours of the night when all you wanted was to drift off to sleep in his arms.

"Okay," you murmured, shifting closer to him, your body pressing against his side. "Let's say the universe is infinite. That would mean there are versions of us where you don't ask deep questions at 1 AM, and I actually get to sleep."

Namjoon laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. He turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "But where's the fun in that?" He teased, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You couldn’t help but smile, your irritation melting away in the warmth of his gaze. Namjoon had a way of making even the most frustrating moments feel like something special. It was one of the many reasons you loved him.

Still, your body craved rest, and you couldn't resist a playful groan as you buried your face in his chest. "You're lucky I love you," you grumbled, your words muffled against his skin.

"I know," he replied softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "And I love you too, even when you're sleepy and grumpy."

You sighed contentedly, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a state of drowsy comfort. For a moment, it seemed like you might actually get some rest, but then Namjoon spoke again, his voice a hushed whisper in the quiet room.

"Do you ever wonder if we were meant to find each other?" He asked, his tone contemplative. "Like, out of all the people in the world, how did it end up being us?"

You lifted your head, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes. His expression was serious, his brow slightly furrowed as he stared at you, waiting for an answer. It was hard not to get caught up in the intensity of his gaze, the sincerity in his question.

"Maybe we were," you said softly, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Or maybe it was just luck or coincidence. But either way, I'm glad we found each other."

He smiled, his eyes softening as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Me too," he murmured, his lips lingering against your skin. "I don't think I could ever imagine my life without you in it."

A warm flush spread through your chest at his words, a mix of affection and desire that stirred something deep within you. You tilted your head up, your lips seeking his in a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened as Namjoon responded, his hand slipping to the small of your back to pull you closer.

The kiss was unhurried, a slow exploration of familiar territory that left you both breathless. When you finally pulled back, your forehead rested against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

"You're such a sap," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper, though the affection in your tone was unmistakable.

He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "You love it," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I do," you admitted, your eyes locking with his, the air between you charged with an electric tension that made your skin tingle.

For a moment, neither of you moved, simply soaking in the closeness, the warmth of each other’s bodies. But then Namjoon shifted, rolling you onto your back as he hovered over you, his gaze darkening with desire.

"And I love you," he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, the promise of more lingering in the air.

Your breath hitched, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you pulled him down into another kiss, this one more urgent, more insistent. Namjoon responded in kind, his mouth moving against yours with a fervor that left you dizzy.

He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, his hands wandering over your body, mapping out every curve and dip with a reverence that made your heart race. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he trailed kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake.

"Namjoon," you breathed, your voice laced with need, your body aching for more of him, more of his touch, his warmth.

He hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating through you as his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers skimming over your bare skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he slowly inched your shirt up, his lips following the path his hands had taken.

You could feel the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire, but there was something else there too—something tender, something that made your chest tighten with emotion.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if the words were too heavy to speak aloud.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, your heart swelling with affection for the man above you. "So are you," you murmured, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat, and then he was kissing you again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender, a perfect blend of love and desire.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in him, in the feel of his skin against yours, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the way he whispered your name like a prayer.

Your clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, your bodies pressing together in a way that felt so right, so perfect, that it took your breath away. Namjoon’s hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body with a familiarity that only deepened the connection between you.

He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savouring every moment, every touch, every kiss. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, lost in each other, in the warmth and comfort of your love.

When he finally entered you, it was with a tenderness that made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, his lips never straying far from yours, his hands cradling your face as if you were something precious, something to be cherished.

You felt the world tilt on its axis, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the sound of his breath in your ear, the way his body moved against yours with a grace and fluidity that left you gasping for air.

His eyes never leaving yours, his breath caressing your nose and mouth. His right hand caressed your body moving down to your ass, taking a large part of it to keep you even closer.

Your legs closed around his hips, wanting to keep it that way forever. He smiled feeling the pleasure run through his body. Letting out a shaky sigh he brought his hand to your clit where he agreed to take you with him to the end.

And when you finally reached the peak together, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before—a rush of warmth and light that seemed to flood every corner of your being, leaving you both trembling, breathless, and completely spent.

Namjoon collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you both lay there, your bodies still entwined, your breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was quiet now, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside, the warmth of his body seeping into yours as you nestled against him.

"Do you still think about the universe?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as you traced lazy circles on his chest.

Namjoon chuckled, the sound of a soft rumble in his chest. "Not right now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Right now, all I can think about is how much I love you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you, the man who always seemed to have a question, always seemed to be searching for answers, even in the quietest moments.

"I love you too," you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as the exhaustion finally caught up with you.

And as you drifted off to sleep in Namjoon’s arms, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the universe had a way of bringing the right people together at the right time, in the right place.

Maybe, you thought with a smile, you were meant to find each other after all.

[ckhaine]

j.jk, unwind.

pairings. jungkook x afab reader genres. smut x brief fluff

unwind - when you had a long day at work and jeongguk wanted you to unwind both emotionally and physically.

warnings. vulgar language, sexual themes, soft dom!jk + sub!reader, nicknames, praises, size kink, deux orgasms, f. oral, they’re jus a lil freaky ok, cum-play, unprotected sex [wrap it], rough sex. p.s, jay uses a shit ton of “good” and “baby” because she sucks at writing. there might be some spelling errors, sorry!

j.. hi, my babies.. it’s me. this fic’s a combination of two drabbles i’d written a while back, but decided to put them together in hopes of forgiveness for barely posting. thank you so much for the attention on my posts too, it really motivated me to continue writing along with getting high & drinking four cups of coffee each day. oh, and gma jk had a serious chokehold on me while i wrote this. now, if this flops then.. uhh. enjoy reading, sweet babies, let me know your thoughts!!

more than willingly, jungkook had offered to help you unwind after a long day at work. he made sure to listen to you speak about the tough day and reassured you that you were giving enough. stating he was proud of you and your efforts that your co-workers and bosses don’t seem to recognize. which, of course, pissed him off.

anyhow.

it’s quite sweet, isn’t it? slowly, the conversation led to the act of eating you out like a starved man, physically wanting—no, needing—you to unwind on his tongue instead. he lied your delicate body on the wide part of the gray, l-sofa and set his white, plush pillow underneath your poor, overthinking head.

your legs are risen atop the width of his strong shoulders, hands under your thighs to intertwine his fingers with yours, letting your joined hands rest on your hips.

once in a while, his hands just habitually wonder up to your tits that overflow in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh. a touch so sweet and effective, especially when his fingers would flick or twist a hard bud.

“awh, shit..” you hiss, mouth agape as you look down into jungkook’s dark, hazy orbs. fuck it, might as well just cum by looking at him. however, two long fingers plunge into your soppy hole effortlessly due to your state, a coat of wetness and cream on his skin.

with a curl of his fingers, he meets jackpot and that’s apparent as your back arches against the couch, brows furrowed while a loud, pornographic moan leaves your lips. your legs bend at the knees, and you try to squirm but jungkook sprawls out a large hand on your lower stomach to keep you still.

“aah—fuck! how’re you so good?” you pant while running your fingers through his hair, hips tilting to press your core further against his mouth, the tip of his tongue prodding within your pussy.

letting out a deep groan against your pelvis, lewd sounds of “pops” and slurping happen before he’s tonguing at your swollen clit. pink, puffy lips wrapped around it, sucking and using a little bit of teeth.

“c’mon baby, that’s it,” he praises against your core, words contrasting the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that stirs within your tummy. “come for me.”

the built-up coil within snaps, creamy substance leaking out of your abused hole. “there ya go,” your boyfriend says in a low, gruff voice, retreating back down to quaff down everything you have to offer.

“taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” jungkook says as he soon pulls away from your cunt, and you watch the way his nose, lips and chin glisten from your release. “you’re able to take more, yeah? what d’you say?” he croons.

“mmmhm..!” you hum. chuckling, he leans down and presses a tender kiss on your inner thigh.

♱

you softly speak as you bat your lashes at him, “gguk, lemme ride you. i wanna do something for yo—”

“ain’t happening. not today,” jungkook states, shutting down your offer. usually, he’d let you do whatever the hell you wanted, but today, he’s on a mission. “and, you’re already doing somethin’ for me by doin’ letting me do this.”

“..just lay there all pretty f’me and i’ll make you cum again. you’d like that, yeah?” he asks, you lightly nod with a pout. “gonna make you feel good, baby,” jungkook adds, and your pussy clenches around nothing, but you could feel a glob of longing threatening to slip out.

“need you in me, kook. want your cum in me..” you babble, ending with a soft whine as you watch him strip himself of his clothes. starting with his white singlet, then the losing sweatpants and usual ck boxers that hang dangerously low on his hips. “you’re so handsome.”

he shyly chuckles at the compliment, and you refrain from screaming.

your sweet, sweet jungkook.

unfortunately, all you can do is sigh.

said man hovers over you, a strong arm prompting his body up to avoid crushing his girlfriend that looks so tiny compared to him. “my pretty baby,” he coos, a hand rising to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind your ear.

round eyes stare up at him, lashes a little bit wet and clumped together due to the intense pleasure that you’d received earlier. your heart heavily beats against your rib cage, butterflies invading within your stomach.

how does he do it? fuck, he makes you feel like a schoolgirl in love with her crush all over again.

reaching a hand out, you sneak it down his sculpted chest, then down to his engorged cock. jungkook lets out an shaky exhale when you wrap your hand around it, pumping and running a thumb over his tip while he watches how small your hand appears beside his length.

a pearly glob of pre-cum runs down the cherry-tinted, mushroomy-shaped tip—but before it could slide down further, you let it trickle onto the pad of your thumb, bringing it up to your mouth and spreading a bit on your lower lip, before sinking your thumb into your mouth.

it all happens too fast for his brain to comprehend, letting everything flow within comfortable silence.

jungkook watches with dusky eyes, hooded and clouded with lust. the substance only coats your tongue, and a hand’s placed at the back of his neck before he knows it, inching his lips closer to meet yours. cock twitching between you, a moan’s shared between two at the taste of him.

“jungkook, please.” you whimper, back arching as he lazily sucks on your sweet spot. “i’m so fucking wet, there’s a whole river coming out of me,” you state, squeezing your thighs together which adds proof to your claim.

“i can see that, princess,” he says with a sleazy grin, bottom lip bit down by his pretty top teeth. a hand pries open your legs, large hand cupping your heat.

could see it and feel it.

long, tatted fingers fingers move to wrap around the base of his cock, and you salivate at the sight of prominent veins in his hands, running up his thick forearms. the tip’s slapped against your entrance, teasing you further and you think of telling him to fuckin’ put it in—but he’s already sinking in inches.

no matter how much times this man nestles within, you always find yourself having to adjust to his size. the fullness, the imprint of him that forms within your stomach and stops right below your belly button.

mouth agape, drool seeping down the sides of your lips, you let out choked uh’s and multiple moans. “r-right there!” jungkook hisses at your words, dark brows furrowed as he looks down, watching how you suck him in.

“yeah? right.. there?”

your boyfriend iteratively hits your g-spot, pounding into your pussy as the sounds of lewd skin-slapping fills the room with mixed moans. “s’fuckin tight,” he rasps out, sclera’s solely visible as his eyes roll back.

shit, you genuinely think you’re near done as you stare at him.

your legs remain pressed against his hips, his hands gripping at the flesh of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin. your heels dig against the back of his own, and your hands loosely hold his wrists.

“c’mon, baby, take it f’me.” he groans, a layer of sweat coating his hairline and arms, trickling down the muscles of his neck just a bit. the way the fat of your tits bounce against your chest catches his attention, so a hand leaves a side of your thigh and grabs at a tit.

kneading and squeezing the flesh, flicking the nipple here and there, you toss your head back onto the pillow behind your head, letting out a loud gasp as you clench around his shaft that’s all messy with your liquid. “jungkook—fuck, fuck—fuck!”

the knot within of your stomach slowly undoes itself, and you let go of the pleasurable, burning sensation and cum over his cock. jungkook doesn’t take long to follow right after, a low, throaty groan leaving him. “fuck yeah. did so good for me, baby. my good girl.”

you pant, tip of your tongue darting out to swipe your lower lip. “needed you today so badly..” you softly say, gently wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him flush against your body.

“enough. i’m gonna fuckin’ crush you to death—shit, can you breathe?” jungkook worries, hands at the side of your waist and he slightly lifts his upper half, looking down at your grin with narrowed, bewildered eyes.

“please, crush me. crawl into my skin if you need to,” you plead and he softly chuckles. “i was just in you two seconds ago, baby.”

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