it’s just that chungha is small but she’s so so confident. her stage presence is really strong and dominating and also her personality is vibrant.
and i was thinking about how jungkook is just so tiny and soft when they’re off the stage. like he’s really precious and shy and cute.
i’m thinking they hook-up for the first time and jungkook fucks her, soft and sweet and exactly as she asks for it. cries just a little bit and shivers when chungha calls him a “good boy, you just wanna be a good boy, don’t you baby?”
and what else can jungkook do other than nod and roll his hips and come too quickly. chungha sighs a little when he does, not really disappointed just more expectant. “is that all?” she asks and jungkook. jungkook keeps thrusting even when it tugs at his softening cock painfully, and the overstimulation makes him cry into her chest.
when she leaves, after cuddling him with her strong arms and thick thighs, she does so with a promise of more.
the second time, he goes to chungha’s apartment. she gets him on all fours quick. no time wasted for the pleasentries, jungkook can appreciate that. she cracks open a bottle of lube and pours an obscene amount on his hole.
embarrassed he hides his face in arms and whines low in his chest. chungha laughs, crowding over him with her hair tickling his back. two fingers fit in easily enough with how small they are and how greedy he is.
she presses her mouth against his shoulder blades and he can feel the smirk on her lips. she doesn’t say anything though when the third then fourth then fifth one slide in easily one after the other with a little lube and work.
jungkook tries not to think about the dildo he sat on last night, imagining it was chungha fucking him. she slips off the bed, pulling open a drawer in her dresser and opening a white box. in her hands is a rather large strap-on, big enough jungkook’s thankful she practically fisted him open.
it’s rather realistic, a fleshy nude color that matches chungha’s skin tone. the belt is also a neutral color that blends nicely into her skin and when she steps into it, jungkook’s mouth waters. there’s a small cutout for a vibrator to slip into her pussy. she pushes it in with a pleased sigh.
maybe it’s written clearly on his face, but chungha hooks three fingers in his mouth and holds it open vulgarly. “you want something in here?” jungkook nods as best he can, still staring at the strap on.
“maybe next time.” and she wipes all the spit on his chest. jungkook blushes red with shame and lust.
the way she fucks him is slow and brutal. her hips are strong from the hours of dancing jungkook knows she does, and her flexibility only adds to how devastating each thrust is.
he’s on his back, two fingers in his mouth, his other hand pressing thigh to chest. chungha’s smiling down at him, proud and calculating. her hair brushes his chin and cheeks.
he arches his back with a moan when she fucks his prostate with steady, drawn out thrusts. when his eyes open, his gaze meets chungha’s. there’s something about how she stares at him that sets his skin on fire and draws him to the edge.
she’s petite next to him but when she fucks him like this, jungkook feels small and weak. like the only thing he can do is lay here and come all over himself with a pathetic whimper, while she uses his body.
chungha comes finally, long after his prostate has become a swollen mess and his sobs pour from his lips steadily and he’s come for the second time. there’s a hitch in her breath and her thighs shake. she grinds her hips into his ass as she rides it out, strap on digging into his prostate painfully.
jungkook sobs once more before chungha pulls out and slumps down next to him.
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