⥠Pairing: massage therapist!san! x chubby!fem!reader
⥠Summary: Just a quick, relaxing massage from this gorgeous man of yours
⥠Genre: fluff/smut
⥠Word Count: 830
⥠Warnings: fingering and a sickeningly charming choi san
Lying on your back beneath the cotton sheet it almost feels like youâre being prepped for surgery. San shifts around just outside of your line of vision, lighting candles and mixing oils. Your little mad scientist. âYou arenât falling asleep on me, are you?â he teases, turning the lights down.
âNo...â
Thatâs a lie. Blame it on the soothing music or the oil diffuser lacing the air with delicate, floral notes. You could absolutely drift off to sleep here but thereâs no time. Sanâs at the side of the table rolling his sleeves up with that angelic dimpled smile on his face. âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â âMmhm,â you nod, enchanted by his presence.
Your response comes with a squeak of excitement. San canât wait to hear what other noises youâll make before this sessionâs over. He leans over and kisses the bridge of your nose, âClose your eyes.â You do as youâre told, slipping into a darkness that feels safe and warm. San brings the blanket down to your waist, admiring how your breasts fall free of any restrictions.
Droplets of coconut oil form a path starting between your breasts and ending just above your belly button. San presses his palms firmly against your plush belly, gently stroking up across your ribcage and back down again. Thereâs something so sensual about the shape of your body. Your softness. He has to remind himself that the whole point of this is to take his time with you but you arenât making it easy.
San slides his hands beneath your breasts, thumbs meeting in the middle to apply feather-like strokes to your cleavage. Cupping them in his hands, he caresses them in a circular motion teasing you by almost brushing his thumb over your nipples. Your chest subtly rises with his movements, responding to his touch precisely as he wants you to.
He continues to tease you, only stroking your buds when your bodyâs basically begging him to. Each time his soft skin kisses them they stiffen a little more, so desperate for his attention. Pinching up from the base of your nipple, he rolls them between his fingers. Pleasure rushes through your body, building in intensity the harder he pinches.
San notices you tense up, choking back the moans that your bodyâs dying to release. âI thought we agreed, no holding backâ he pouts, âYou want me to stop?â San slips his hands away and in seconds youâre whining, positive youâll lose your mind if you donât feel his touch again. âPlease, no, donât stop.â
âYouâll be a good for me, then?â âYes, Sannie. I will. I swear.â You stick to your word, filling the studio with a symphony of sounds the moment his fingers are back around your buds. âSpread your legs. Show me youâre ready.â You part them, welcoming his fingers between your folds.
Youâre more than ready. Youâre soaked, dripping all over his table, and he wouldnât have it any other way. Pushing your breasts together, he drags his tongue across your buds savoring one last taste of you before moving to the end of the table. San pulls the sheet to the ground, happy to finally see you completely naked, vulnerable, and addicted to his touch.Â
Before San can catch himself, heâs pulling you down to the edge of the table, spreading your legs wider. Your walls pulse in anticipation, not knowing what his next move might be but praying he makes it soon. Using the tip of his pointer finger, he makes small circles on your clit.
That alone has you pulling away, driven wild by the bare minimum. San wraps an arm around your waist, burying his fingers into your thick thighs to keep you close. âNo runningâ he smiles, tracing larger circles around your clit. As punishment, he drives his fingers deep into your warmth, dragging them against that spongy spot inside of you.
He pumps in and out, pushing you to the edge of your high only to deprive you of it at the last second. Adding another finger, he dips into you again, resuming his unforgiving pace. Itâs almost evil how much he loves building this pressure up inside of you. What a sight you are to behold.Â
There it is again, the tightness in your stomach. In your legs. Your thighs. San rolls his palm against your clit, still fingering your core. Your body coils one last time before youâre coming around his fingers, screaming his name as if itâs the only word you know. His movement inside of you gradually slows down, carrying you through your orgasm.
âFeel relaxed now?â he asks, licking you from his hand. You taste immaculate. Your heartâs pounding but your body feels weightless, floating up in a state of ecstasy. You sigh, emitting a certain glow, âVery much so.â San chuckles, his shirt already up over his head. âGood. Now we can really get startedâŚâ Â
im obsessed with san rn ;) this is very much inspired by the videos of san in a pool.. ty seonghwa <3
warnings: pool sex, public sex, oral (m receiving)
"sannie help!" a quiet scream escaped your lips as wooyoung gets ready to push you into the pool. sadly your boyfriend is in on it. he comes over picking up your feet while wooyoungs arms are under your arms. they toss you into the water laughing.
you resurface a pout stuck on your face as you look up at san.
"awe poor baby" his pout mirrors yours in a teasing way. he sits on the edge of the pool and you float over to him getting in between his legs. his hands meet the sides of your face holding your head gently.
"come in" you pull on his leg but he doesn't budge.
"i will in a second" he gets up and leaves you, walking over to wooyoung, whispering something between the two of them. wooyoung waves at you and leaves as san walks back over to you sitting on the edge of the pool again.
"wheres woo going?"
"hes tired" his hand strokes the back of your head as he looks down at you. "do you know how pretty you are? the things i could do to you.." your face flushes from the sudden compliment/comment.
you look down from embarrassment only to be met with san's cock bulging in his swim shorts.
"sannie.." you look up at him subtly moving you hand over his bulge. he hums in response staring down at you. "did you ask wooyoung to leave by any chance"
"why would i do that..hmm?" a smirk is plastered on his lips as he starts slowly bunching you hair up in his hands.
"you know why" you wrap your hand around his clothed cock a deep groan coming from your boyfriend. a small smile making its way onto your face.
you tug on his swim shorts pulling them down just enough for his cock to be freed.
"come on" he said placing his other hand on your chin giving it a squeeze. you open your mouth, your tongue pushing out licking a slow strip up from the base to the tip "fuck.." he lets out a breath his hand holding your cheek.
you swirl your tongue around the tip and wrap your lips around it sucking. his hand pushes your head down gently, guiding your head up and down on his cock.
soft deep groans fall from his mouth. you look up at him and see his head is leaned back, mouth slightly open. the dim lighting from the lanterns around the pool casted a golden haze over his features making you craze him more.
you push your head down as far as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat, earning a low groan from him.
"shit.." his hand holds you down for a second before pulling your head back up again and off his cock. you look up at him and use your hands to jerk him off.
his moans fill your ears and you lean down again to suck on his tip, still jerking him off.
"just like that baby"
you continue with his praise and feel him twitch in your mouth. you start moving your head up and down again, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
"gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours" he mumbles looking down at you. those words sent heat to your core and you kept on moving up and down on his cock.
he put his hands on the back of your head, holing your head still as starts thrusting up into your mouth. the amount of time his tip hit the back of your throat was too many to count before you feel him release in your mouth.
you pull off of his cock and his hand comes down to your chin angling your head up to face him. you tongue comes out showing him and then you swallow.
Reminds me of San bc I feel like he can get so desperate like this that he just hoists you up like this to get right to it. And heâs got the muscles to do it đĽ´
nsfw link
first of all, how dare you do this to me. I saw this in the morning and everytime I spotted a solid, vertical surface my mind wandered back to this ask. DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT????
ahem, anyway.
nsfw under the cutâminors dni!
barely through the front door, san threw his keys onto the small table by the entrance and turned around to crash his body into yours, your lips painfully pressing together in a messy battle of teeth and spit.
"sannie, wait," you tried pulling away, but the arm he had around your waist held you flush against his body, his free hand undressing you hastily. "let's go inside first-"
"can't wait. 'need you right now," he mumbled, trailing his lips down to your jawline to suck a bruise there, his hot breath blowing heavily over the skin.
a small squeak escaped through your lips when san's hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted your bare body. before you could wrap your legs around his waist, he continued hoisting you up his torso until your thighs enveloped his head and your legs dangled off his shoulders, back pressed into the wall.
your fingers instantly gripped his black locks, your body swaying in his hold before he tightened his his hands over your hips.
"s-san, I'm gonna fall!" you protested, trying to keep still.
"you won't fall," his words vibrated on your skin as he pressed feathery kisses over your inner thighs. "trust me, baby. can you do that for me?"
at the sight of his feline eyes looking up at youâall wide and pleadingâyour head moved on its own, the small nod enough to drive san's face further between your legs.
his lips parted to latch onto your clit, sucking harshly to draw out a surprised moan from above him, his tongue flicking over the hooded nub before pulling away, the hands on your hips sliding down and tightening just under your ass to spread your legs apart. the fingers in his hair tightened, unintentionally pulling him off you as you scrambled to keep your balance.
he looked up at you through lidded eyes, an unamused expression on his face after you'd interrupted him. "I asked you to trust me, didn't I?" a shiver ran through your body when the deep baritone of his voice hit your ear, an embarrassed sound of agreement reverberating through your chest. "you're safe, jagi, I promise. let me make you feel good now, yeah?
"okay," you whispered, and san's lips were on you again, pressing a harsh kiss onto your clit before dipping lower.
his tongue poked out to taste your arousal, groaning deep in his throat before rolling it out fully and licking a stripe up your slit. "taste so fucking good. 'could barely hold back from fucking you in front of everyone at dinner," he mumbled into your cunt, his tongue pushing past your clenching hole the second the last word slipped through his lips.
glimpsing down at the man, his face buried between your legs and his tongue stuffed into your pussy, guttural groans vibrating inside you as your arousal flooded his tastebuds. your eyes trailed over his shoulders, the muscle bulging through his shirt and making way for the strong arms holding you up, the fabric stretched thin around them.
at the brush of his tongue over your g-spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you quickly forgot how high up you were being held, rolling your hips into san's face with the burning need to cum. you were already pent up, san's fleeting touches throughout dinner and on the drive back home enough to have you gushing into the pretty lace panties he'd recklessly stripped you of the second you'd stepped into your shared apartment.
but now his nose was pressing into your clit, his tongue curling inside you until your thighs began to shake around his face. 'cum for sannie,' you could hear him say as he looked up at you, fluttering his eyelashes while he pushed you over the edge.
you came with a cry, your fingers tugging harshly on his hair while he encouraged you to ride his face, strong hands holding you firmly over his shoulders. so you rolled your hips over his tongueâall desperate and needy, pleasure dimming the world around you and sending sparkling waves of heat up your spine. san stayed still and allowed you to take whatever you wanted from him, his cock straining painfully against the material of his pants as he felt you clench around him. when your hips slowed down to a stop, his tongue slipped out of you and moved back to your clit, the small kitten licks he placed over it making your body spasm in his hold.
"one more," you heard him whisper.
staring down the man while he eagerly lapped at your overstimulated cunt, his cock undoubtedly hard and leaking all over the inside of his tight dress pants, your eyes fluttered shut as he guided you through a second orgasm. your body shuddered forcefully in his hands, curling in on yourself as twinges of pain mixed with shockwaves of burning pleasure, violently rushing through you and making you see stars. san's tongue moved slowly over your clit, dipping lower to swallow down the arousal gushing from your pussy before finally pulling away.
you instantly recognized the glimmer of want in his eyesâthis was going to be a long night.
Warnings: semi-public sex, San is a playful dom, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating kind of?, punishment, spanking, dirty talk, sir kink, penetrative sex, masturbation, San gives the reader instructions
summary: Yunho is big and strong and likes to play rough and manhandle his tiny girlfriend.
wc: 4.2k (whew! Half of that is smut đĽ´)
warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): oral (f receiving), fingering (she's gonna need it to take his monster câ˘ck), unprotected sex (use protection! Yunho and MC use the pull out method), praise (good girl, you're doing so well, etc), size kink (so reader is noticeably smaller than Yunho and he comments on it), Yunho cums on the readers stomach and licks it clean so cum eating ig, slight strength kink, some manhandling, reader loves Yunho's hands, monster câ˘ck Yunho, and I think that's all. pls let me know if I missed anything
a/n: this is a bit self indulgent as I am tiny compared to yunho and I want him to manhandle me and use his size and strength against me. This is also for @yoonguurt and my fellow size kink enthusiasts. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ÂŠď¸ kwanisms.
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Your favorite thing about Yunho was how big he was compared to you. He was so tall, just over 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and large hands. He easily towered over you.
Yunho's favorite thing about you was how tiny you were next to him. He loved it when you wore his shirts as they fit you like dresses, the hem coming down to the middle of your thighs. You looked so small and cute in his clothes.
Your second favorite thing about Yunho was that he was strong. Strong enough to lift you easily, throw you over his shoulder or just lift you onto the kitchen counter.
He also liked to throw you onto the bed. And you loved it when he did that.
Flipping through the channels of the TV proved fruitless as you found nothing decent or interesting to watch so you decided to put the TV on the channel where Music Bank was being broadcasted and settled into the cushions to eat your dinner and hopefully catch a glance of your massive boyfriend.
It didn't take long for ATEEZ to show up on stage, performing their newest title track. You watched Yunho as much as the cameramen allowed, smiling as he performed.
He was an incredible dancer, something you'd always admired about him. The way he moved and how easily the music seemed to flow through him was mesmerizing. You loved every second of it.
Of course, in watching him dance, the way his body moved always got your insides burning as your imagination tended to run wild.
You scarfed down the rest of your lasagna and watched the rest of their stage with rapt attention. Your eyes followed Yunho across the stage as the song continued. Although the camera would focus on the other members, you could only see your boyfriend.
It was during one part of the performance when the choreography had them hip thrust that your mind was made up. He'd unintentionally created this problem (the problem being in your panties) and when he came home, he'd fix it.
ATEEZ finished their performance to tumultuous applause and cheers which you unashamedly added to in the comfort of your own home. and the show slowly came to an end, you checked the time and hoped Yunho would be home soon.
Deciding to distract yourself, you chose to clean up, do the dishes, wipe down the counters, anything you could do to pass the time until your boyfriend came home.
You tried not to look at the time, hoping if you ignored it, time would move just a little faster.
You knew after music shows, the guys would head back to the KQ building, clean up, probably grab some food and relax for a while. Yunho was nothing if not consistent when it came to these little rituals and no more than three hours after the show ended, he sent you a text.
Puppy Hubby âĽď¸đ: hey angel. We just got done eating. Have you eaten? I'll bring you something if you haven't. I'm about to leave so I'll be there soon. I love you âĽď¸
You quickly finished what you were working on and ran to your shared bedroom to put your plan into action. You rushed around, throwing off your plain pajamas in favor of something more⌠alluring.
You pulled off your white cotton panties and searched through your drawer for a pair you knew Yunho would love and slid those on.
Snatching one of Yunho's tees, you pulled it on over your head and let it fall to your thighs before slipping on some of your favorite thigh highs and heading back out into the living room to wait for Yunho.
You sat on the couch, jumping at every sound, your heart pounding over the sound of the clock on the wall ticking each second as it slipped by.
Finally you heard the sound of beeping at the door and quickly scrambled, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on before Yunho had a chance to open the door. A commercial for fried chicken played on the screen as Yunho finally managed to open the door and stumble in. You glanced over and saw he was carrying a huge black duffel bag and a small black plastic bag.
He leaned against the door to shut it as he struggled to pull his trainers off before finally letting the duffel bag drop to the ground and untying his laces.
With one shoe off, he stood up, leaning his back against the wall, his eyes found yours and he immediately perked up, a smile spreading across his face.
"Baby!" he said as he tore off his other shoe, grabbed the duffel bag and hurried over to the couch, dropping the bag at the end of the sofa and sitting beside you, setting the plastic bag on the coffee table before he engulfed you in his warm embrace.
"I didn't think you were still up," he said breathlessly as he hugged you tightly, peering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. You smiled as he pulled back and quickly stood to unzip his coat and moved to put it away, tripping over the duffle bag.
You hid a laugh as he cursed and kicked the bag before returning to your side. His eyes fell onto what you were wearing and you could have sworn you saw his eyes darken momentarily before he plopped down next to you, resting his arm on the couch behind you.
"I wasn't sure if you'd eaten, so I brought you something," he said, gesturing to the plastic bag. You smiled, turning to look at him.
"You're always so thoughtful," you replied, getting to your feet and grabbing the bag. You took it to the kitchen, not aware of the way his eyes followed your figure or the way he licked his lips at the sight of you in nothing but his shirt and some thigh highs.
As you came back to the sofa, your eyes roamed his body as well. He was wearing a plain black tee and some gray sweatpants. If you didn't know your boyfriend better, you'd think he was trying to seduce you because he knew you loved it when he wore sweatpants. Especially the gray ones.
You moved to sit beside him but Yunho was faster, grabbing you by the waist and forcing you to sit on his lap instead of the cushion.
You let out a tiny surprised "oh" as you fell onto him but immediately melted against him as his arms wrapped around your waist and buried his face into your chest.
"You must be exhausted," you murmured, stroking his hair and smiling as he relaxed into your touch. "Mhm," he mumbled, the sound rumbled from his chest and you continued to stroke his hair, massaging his scalp as only you could do for him.
The stylists usually did this to promote hair growth but no one could do it the way you did. Yunho often asked you to massage his scalp after he had his hair dyed because he loved the way your fingers worked against his scalp. He loved the way your nails dragged against his skin and the slight tugs you gave him that almost had him groaning at the feeling.
It was no secret between the two of you Yunho loved to be rough and manhandle you but he liked it when you were rough back. He loved it when you pulled his hair and bit him as he fucked you senseless.
You could feel him start to grow hard under you as you massaged his scalp, tugging on his hair and raking your nails over his skin.
Yunho shifted you so you were straddling his lap, his face now pressed into your neck as you continued to massage him.
You tried to act innocent and like his hands sliding over your body wasn't affecting you but you'd be lying if you said you werenât completely soaking your panties as his large hands grabbed your ass and slid down to caress your thighs.
You let out a sigh as you felt Yunho's mouth move against the skin of your throat, kissing, nipping, and licking. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more to explore as your hands continued to tug his hair. Yunho finally let out a groan, his hips bucking up into you and grinding his hard cock against your wet panties.
"Mm, fuck," you moaned, moving your own hips to chase his and grind down against him again.
You let out a gasp as Yunhoâs hands grabbed your hips, guiding them to grind over his cock again. "You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart, do you?" he asked, pushing you back slightly so he could look you in the eyes.
His own were dark, pupils blown and clouded with an animalistic desire to ruin you, his tiny girlfriend.
"I think I have some idea," you whispered, grinding down against him again and watching as his eyes fluttered shut, lips parting as a moan came out. His head fell back against the cushions as you continued to grind on him, the material of your panties sticking to you, pressing against your clit.
"Yunnie," you whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you chased your orgasm.
Yunho's hands stopped you, grabbing your waist and lifting you slightly. "Nuh-uh," he said, shaking his head. "Not like this."
Before you could answer, Yunho had stood, throwing you over his shoulder and started carrying you to your shared bedroom.
Once inside, he hastily deposited you on the bed and reached for his drawstring, fingers stilling as he looked down and then back up with a devilish smirk.
"You made quite the mess, baby," he said as he slowly untied the drawstring of his pants, watching you watch him through heavy lids.
"Spread your legs for me," he said, moving his hands to your knees and encouraging you to move.
You did so slowly, parting your thighs and showing him the absolutely soaked through cloth that adorned your aching core.
Yunho tutted, moving one hand down between your thighs and running his thumb over the wet fabric. "My sweet little angel is all wet," he said softly, switching to two fingers as he dragged them back up, sending a shiver up your spine.
"This can't be comfortable," he added, hooking a finger under the material and pulling it back slightly, exposing your wet slit to the cool air.
"Is it uncomfortable, baby?" he asked, his fingers barely brushing against your hole. You nodded silently, looking up at him with pleading eyes asking him to remove your panties.
"Then let's just get rid of them, yeah?" he asked, leaning over and towering over you as he stood beside where you lay on your back.
You nodded as his hands moved, starting at your knees and sliding up the tops of your thighs before moving them to the sides of your hips and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties.
He maintained eye contact as he slowly pulled the fabric down, pulling the wet crotch away from your heat and sliding them further down your thighs, still as slowly as possible and smearing your arousal down the inside of your thighs.
You had no idea exactly how wet you had gotten earlier but it was apparent now that you were drenched.
Once your panties had been removed and discarded, Yunho's hands were back on your knees, pushing your legs apart and pushing them back slightly to expose your core to him.
Your eyes watched as he tore his gaze from your face to look between your thighs and he bit his lip, holding back the urge to groan at the sight of your slick skin and tiny hole waiting to be filled.
"Goddamn, is this all for me, tiny girl?" he asked, glancing back up to meet your gaze. You nodded again. "Yes," you managed to squeak out. "It's all for you," you added.
Yunho's smirk returned as his hands slid up the inside of your thighs and stopped just before your sex. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin this pretty little pussy," he muttered, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. His words had your walls clenching around nothing, prompting you to wiggle your hips, begging for something.
"Please, Yunho," you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. "Please touch me."
The sound Yunho let out sounded somewhere between a moan and a growl as he dropped to his knees beside the bed, pulling your hips to the edge of the mattress and started pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of your thigh, moving closer and closer to your core only to pass over it and spread kisses along the inside of your other thigh.
You let out a whine, one hand moving to brush your boyfriendâs hair back before settling on his cheek, prompting him to look up at you from between your thighs.
The hungry look in his eyes had heat spreading throughout your body. You wanted nothing more than for him to dive in and abuse your clit with his tongue but you knew he was a man of patience and liked to take his time with you and that's exactly what he was going to do.
When he finally tore his gaze from your face, it was to press light, feathery kisses on either side of your sex before his tongue slipped between your lips, finding your clit and immediately swirling around it in slow, even circles.
His light touches from before paired with the teasing kisses to your thighs made your body sensitive to every lick and flick of his tongue against the sensitive nub, your thighs threatening to close on his head. Thankfully, Yunho was much stronger and kept your thighs in place while he continued toying and teasing your clit and slit.
Your fingers combed through Yunhoâs hair as he looked up at you with a heavy lidded stare. His fingers toyed with your entrance before finally pushing one finger in slowly, making you hiss at the intrusion, legs spreading further for him. âThatâs it baby,â he breathed. âSuch a good girl for me.â
You mewled, words failing as his finger continued to pump in and out of you slowly, his tongue dragging over your clit again. âYou gonna cum for me?â He asked softly, chuckling when you nodded with a whine.
âFuck, angel, youâre doing so well,â he murmured, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it. Your thighs shook, a small cry sounding from the back of your throat as he added a second finger, lightly scissoring them, preparing you to take his cock. He learned from past experience you needed a decent amount of prep before he could even get the head in.
The lewd sounds coming from between your thighs had your skin heating up, a blush blossoming over your cheeks with every squelch. âYunhooo,â you whined, drawing out his name.
You heard him chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your wet core. âYouâre so wet for me, little one,â he muttered, fingers pistoning into you at a much quicker pace. âI canât wait to split you open.â
A shiver ran down your spine at his words, walls gripping his fingers tightly as you imagined it was his huge cock instead. Yunho cursed under his breath, watching the way his fingers disappeared inside you.
âThink you can take another one?â He asked, looking up past your rising and falling chest as you struggled to breathe evenly. Without letting you answer, he added a third finger, hissing as your soaking cunt sucked him in, his tongue back on your clit as he continued to finger fuck your hole.
âShit, âm gonna cumâ you moaned, back arching as you felt the tension build in your lower abdomen, like a rubber band being pulled back until it snapped and you came with a whine, muttering your boyfriendâs name as your hips moved, riding out your high as it washed over you.
Yunho removed his fingers, more than willing to let you use his tongue, flattening it as you rode out the waves of your orgasm until your body shuddered and he pulled away, chin and lips coated in your arousal.
You blinked up at him as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over your small frame, dipping down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and allowing you to taste yourself.
âCome here,â he purred, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up easily, scooting you further back on the bed. âAs much as I love seeing you in my clothes, little one, letâs take this off, shall we?â He said softly, fingers skimming your hips as he grabbed the fabric of the shirt youâd stolen.
You said up, allowing him to slip it off and drop it off the bed onto the floor. Heâd clean up later.
You laid back against the sheets now completely bare as Yunho kneeled between your thighs, his large hands holding your waist and pulling you against him, pressing his hard on against you. You pouted, looking up at your large boyfriend who merely smiled at your pout.
âWhatâs wrong, little one?â he cooed, peering down at you as his hands moved, sliding up your body until he cupped your chest, thumb brushing over your hardened nipples. âYouâre still wearing clothes,â you murmured, hands reaching out to brush against his stomach over the plain tee he wore.
He chuckled softly, moving his hand to take yours, marveling at the sheer difference in size.
He ducked his head down, turning your hand over in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. âDo you want me to take this off?â He asked, grabbing the hem of his shirt with his other hand, his smile widening as you nodded.
âOh, alright, baby,â he cooed and released your hand, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling his shirt off easily, discarding it on the floor.
Your eyes roamed his body from his broad shoulders down his chest to his tummy where you could see the start of a trail of hair leading down past the waistband of his sweats. Your eyes raised back up to meet his gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as a smirk formed on his lips.
âYou like what you see?â He asked softly, leaning over, rolling his hips into yours, pressing his erection into your wet heat. You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak. âYou wanna see more?â He whispered, lips ghosting over yours, chuckling when you moaned and nodded again.
He pulled back, settling back on his heels as he kneeled between your thighs. His hands moved to the waistband of his sweats, thumbs hooking under the material and pushing them down along with his boxers.
He moved slowly, maintaining eye contact as a way to tease you. You started to get impatient, moving to push your foot against his hip. âBaby~â you mewled. âDonât tease.â
Yunhoâs smirk spread and he pushed his pants down quickly, his cock springing free. You barely had time to look as he moved to discard his sweats and underwear but was back between your legs quickly.
You licked your lips as he hooked his arms under your knees, pulling your body flush with his before guiding his cock to lay against your stomach. âI know I ask this every time,â he said in a husky voice, looking down at his length resting against you, almost reaching your navel. âBut you sure you can take all of this, angel?â
You glanced down at his cock, moving your hand to take it in your hand and making him hiss at the contact.
You could only give him a couple good strokes before he took your hand, grabbing both wrists in one hand and pinning them to the mattress. âYes,â you squeaked. âI can take it.â
Your words paired with the way you looked up at him had his heart pounding, the animalistic urge to just ram his cock into you and fuck you until you went dumb came over him but he managed to resist.
This time.
Instead, he pulled back slightly, guiding the tip of his cock to your waiting slit. Your body shuddered as he rubbed against your folds, pressing against your clit lightly before he slowly started to sink into your cunt.
On instinct, you spread your legs wider to accommodate him as he leaned further over you.
Your lips parted as a moan slipped out, each inch he gave you stretching you out. It didnât matter how many times you took his cock, it was always still a task to get the whole length inside you.
Yunho paused, hand still pinning your wrists above your head, the other hand moving to brace his weight so he wouldnât crush you against the mattress. âFuuuuuck,â he hissed, eyes fluttering shut as your walls squeezed him, enticing him in further. He had to take a few breaths, trying to regain his composure. His cock twitched, threatening to blow his load immediately.
It didnât matter how many times he gave you his cock, you were still just as tight as the first time he fucked you.
âYunnie, please,â you whimpered, hips rolling up to meet his, allowing him to slide in further. âPlease, more.â
The way you looked under him, so small and already looking so fucked out, spurred him. He pressed further into you, sliding in with ease thanks to your earlier orgasm and his prep work.
It only took a few more moments until he was buried fully inside you. âFuck me,â he groaned, cock twitching as you squeezed around him. His eyes dropped, falling onto the slight bulge just under your belly button.
âWould you look at that,â Yunho chuckled, moving his free hand to press down on it. You let out a moan, pussy clenching his length and drawing a moan from him. âKeep doing that and I wonât be able to hold back,â he hissed. You whimpered, thighs tightening around his hips. âDonât hold back, Yunnie,â you cooed, raising your hips, trying to fuck yourself on him.
Yunho released your wrists, placing both hands on the mattress and pulling out slightly, only to thrust back into you, making you cry out as your body shifted up the sheets from the force.
Yunho chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips as he held you still, pulling back and thrusting into you again. âOh, fuck,â you cursed, your own hands moving to grab his wrists.
âKeep going,â you moaned. âDonât stop.â
Obliging your request, Yunho set a steady but heavy pace, thrusting sharply into you, each drag of his cock had you moaning, your grip on his wrists tightening as you tried to ground yourself.
âYouâre taking me so well,â Yunho panted, eyes falling between your legs where he watched himself disappear inside your body repeatedly. âOh fuck,â he moaned, eyes fluttering shut. ââm not gonna last,â he added, opening his eyes to look down at you.
âCum for me, then,â you moaned but he shook his head. âNot until youâve cum on this cock like a good girl,â he groaned, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. One of your hands moved, grabbing a fistful of the sheets under you as you cried out.
âYou cum for me first,â Yunho argued, increasing speed as he felt your cunt spasm around him. âThatâs it. Youâre doing so good, angel,â he continued, eyes shutting as he lost himself in the feeling. âFuck! Be a good little girl and cum on my cock,â he growled, chasing his high as your orgasm crashed over you.
You let out a cry of his name, moans slipping out between curses as he helped you ride out your second orgasm.
âFuuuuck,â Yunho hissed, feeling his own climax approaching. âShit!â
You gasped as he pulled out of you, just in time to release all over your stomach, his hand gripping his cock as he squeezed every last drop out.
Looking down at the mess he created, Yunho couldnât help but chuckle as he tried to regain control of his breathing. âS-sorry baby,â he stuttered. You glanced down at your stomach and back up at him. Your hands moved, reaching up for him. âSâokay,â you muttered sleepily.
Yunho laced his fingers with yours and brought each hand up, kissing the back of them before he released his grip. âI really made a mess,â he said, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at his own actions.
You opened your mouth to respond but gasped when he leaned over, dragging his tongue over your skin, lapping up his own essence. âYunho!â You whispered, in awe of what heâd just done. He drew level with you, taking your cheeks in his hand and squeezed, forcing your mouth open.
His tongue entered your mouth, depositing his cum on your own tongue, turning into a sloppy kiss.
âThat was so dirty!â you hissed when he pulled back. He smiled cheekily at you, giving you a shrug.
âYeah, but you liked it, so⌠that makes you just as nasty as me, tiny girl.â
synopsis: fresh out of a failed relationship, wooyoungâs determined to help you out.
a/n: this was originally supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away! this was requested<3
ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD! special shout out to @fallinwoozi for forcing me to post this áŚ
warningsâ ď¸: smut, reader is embarrassed about being a virgin, unprotected sex, wooyoung makes a lot of jokes, soft 90% of the time, oral (fem receiving), uhh thatâs it? lmk if i missed anything!
tumblr runs off reblogs! please reblog and help me out! 18+ under the cut!
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âNo, I canât Woo. Itâs way to embarrassing.â You whined to your best friend, kicking your legs like a toddler. You threw your head back with a groan, cheeks feeling tight from your dried up tears. He shook you with two hands whining back, âWhyyyy? You canât come to me out of nowhere saying you broke up with your boyfriend and not tell me what happened! How am I supposed to comfort you? I thought we were friends Y/n! Now youâre keeping secrets from me! Unbelievable.â He was being overly dramatic, as usual.
You smacked his shoulder glaring at Wooyoung. âWhen it comes to my pride, yes Iâd rather keep secrets. You can comfort me by shutting up and having a movie night with me.â He groaned, his body melting into his couch. Youâd come over unannounced after the final meeting with your boyfriend. Or ex boyfriend now. If you could even call him that. The relationship not lasting even 2 months.
âShe shows up to my apartment unannounced, crying might I add, and then yells at me when I ask what happened.â He speaks to himself in disbelief, getting up off his couch to make some snacks for the impromptu movie night. âLove you too!â You yelled back to his muttering. He turned, sticking a tongue out at you before disappearing into his kitchen.
You let out a deep sigh. Of course you wanted to tell him what happened. It was just too embarrassing to admit out loud. Plus you donât think heâd let you live it down. Itâs not like you werenât close but you never really spoke about sex with Wooyoung. Telling him your boyfriend broke up with you because you refused to have sex with him due to your lack of experience would be too much to handle. For all he knew, you were a pro at sex. You couldnât imagine having to face the truth. You were a virgin and it bothered you. You were embarrassed. What was there to be embarrassed of? Nothing at all yet you couldnât help but feel ashamed. It was all stupid and in your head. But you couldnât shake that feeling.
It wasnât long before Wooyoung came back with a bowl of popcorn and some hot drinks to share. He grabbed a blanket to share as well before sitting down next to you.
âAlright, since you wonât tell me what happened weâre just going to move on and pretend everything is okay. Come hereâ He said gesturing his arms out for you to cuddle into like usual. You blushed at his mentioning of your break up again before moving into his arms. He felt warm and cozy around you. You snuggled as close as physically possible, wanting nothing more than to be fully engulfed with him and his warmth. âCold? I can get another blanket?â He offered, noticing your closeness.
You shook your head, âItâs just comforting. Thank you for being here for me, even if I donât feel comfortable saying what happened yet.â Smiling up at him as you spoke. A small smile crept onto his face as well. âNo worries love, thatâs what friends are for no?â He rubbed the top of your hair as you both giggled, you rolling your eyes at his cheesy words.
He picked out a movie for the two of you to watch since you insisted he chose for the night. It didnât matter to you because you could feel your eyelids getting heavy. It was mere minutes into the movie before you fell asleep. Wooyoung didnât really notice until soft snores began to leave your sleeping body. He squeezed the arm that was around you, only pushing yourself close to him. He smiled at you and watched as you softly breathed in and out. His chest tight as he thought about the earlier events. He hated seeing you cry and to not know what happened was killing him.
âI hope you trust me enough to tell me what happened one day. I love you Y/n.â He muttered to your sleeping body, leaving a small peck on the top of your head. Little did he know, you werenât fully asleep. His cuddling had woken you up only minutes before. You debated whether or not to just suck it up and tell him what happened. What is the worst that could happen? He finds out you are a virgin? So what? No sane person would mock you for that.
âY/n?â You heard Wooyoung speak, interrupting your thoughts. âY/n? I can see your eyebrows furrowing, I know youâre awake.â You could hear the amusement in his voice. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, sitting up now beside him. âFeeling better?â He asked, trying to read your facial expression. âA bit.â You sighed, biting your bottom lip out of nerves.
âI actually was thinking.â You drifted off your words, breaking eye contact with the boy in front of you. He hummed encouraging you to continue with your thoughts. âI trust you with my whole being. As dramatic as that sounds.â You both chuckled at the clear anxiety in your words. Wooyoung was looking at you with the most kind face. It was hard to describe but it made you feel comfortable and warm. This is why he was your best friend. He always made you feel listened to, understood, and encouraged you to speak your mind.
âHe broke up with me because I wouldnât have sex with him.â You blurted out. You froze watching as his eyes shot open wide due to your bluntness. âI-I don't know what I was expecting but it wasnât that.â He chuckled. âThat's it? What a dick.. That is so shallow. You shouldnât have to sleep with anyone if you donât want to. What kind of idiot does that? And to break up with you over it too? Y/n donât cry over douchebags like him. The right man wonât care about sex and will wait until youâre comfortable.â
You felt your cheeks getting hot. You were so beyond embarrassed for an unknown reason. Youâd talked about sex with Wooyoung before but you were never the topic. It was always him and his sex life. You being on the receiving end of this conversation was making you so uncomfortable. âT-Thanks Woo. But it wasnât just that.â You stuttered out, his face contorting in confusion. âWhat else happened?â He questioned. You felt yourself gulp. You wanted to scream, why was this so hard for you? Society's view on virginity was really taking a toll on you.
âH-He didnât like the fact that I was a virgin. He made it a big deal. That's why I was so embarrassed to tell you. He made me feel like I was abnormal. I donât know, this is so stupid.â You sighed, placing your head in your hands. You had made such a big deal out of something that was so insignificant to a majority of people. âY/n. Was that why you were embarrassed to tell me? You didnât want me to know you were a virgin?â He questioned, placing one of his hands onto your thigh as a way to comfort you. You kept your head in your hands, nodding a yes to confirm his question. âYou really thought I was going to be bothered by that? Or laugh at you?â You felt so embarrassed for the millionth time that night.
You lifted your head looking at him finally, âYES! Iâm sorry but yes. You always talk about your sex life and I thought youâd think Iâm a loser. Plus thatâs so embarrassing! Getting broken up with because youâre a virgin?â You felt a tear sliding down your face. This night couldnât get any worse.
âY/n. I love you so much, youâre my best friend. I would never in my life make fun of you for something like that. There is nothing wrong with being a virgin. Youâll be ready when youâre ready. Please donât cry, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.â He reached his free hand to wipe your tear stained cheeks. His words only made you want to cry more. You leaned into his touch.
âI love you too. Thank you Wooyoung but who wants to have sex with a twenty year old virgin? Most people want someone experienced.â You mumbled out, not trusting your voice enough to speak loudly. Wooyoung chuckled shaking his head, âWell, if you ever want to have sex just call me.â You laughed smacking his arm, âShut up, Iâm being serious!â You rolled your eyes at him. âI am too! I wouldnât mind. Especially if it made you feel better.â His face was straight. You analyzed it, making sure he wasnât teasing you like usual. âWait really? You would do that? Would that not be weird?â You asked, words coming out quickly due to shock. âWhy would it be weird? Iâve known you forever. Nothing you could do would make me not want to be your friend anymore. I mean unless maybe you murdered someone. But that would depend on the person because if it was your ex, I think I could let that slid-â
âWooyoung, please shut up.â You laughed at his rambling, finding it awfully cute. He laughed as well, âSorry, but my point stands. If you want your first time to be with someone youâre comfortable with. Iâll always be here, legs wide open.â He joked, making your nerves settle.
âI mean. I think Iâd be down? I trust you.â Your mouth moving faster than your head. Did you just agree to having sex with Wooyoung? Your best friend? Were you crazy? I mean he was extremely hot, it is not like youâd never had the thought before. But it was just a stupid dream, not something youâd want to act on. At least you didnât think so until right now. Maybe it was the horniness overtaking you, or the fact that he had comforted you so well. But you were ready to have sex with him if he prompted it.
âWait actually? I didnât think youâd agree so fast!â He chuckled, eyes wide open with one of his hands covering his mouth in disbelief. âThink about it! Wouldnât it be best if my first time was with someone I know and trust? I donât think I could emotionally handle my first time being a one night stand. Plus what if I do something wrong? Or they do something wrong? At least we can communicate without there being any awkward tension. Well, minimum awkward tension.â You were fully onboard now with his idea. It just made sense especially since he made it clear it wouldnât ruin your friendship for him.
âOkay so. I didnât really think it would happen this fast, wow. Uh do you have a time preference? Would now be too soon? Would you like to schedule a date?â You cut him off with a scoff, âI am NOT scheduling a dick appointment.â You both laughed, tension easing at the reminder that you are friends who are comfortable with one another. You trusted him with your whole body and mind. There was no need to be nervous. âS-so now?â He asked shyly.
âPlease donât clam up on me now. You need to be the confident one here. I donât want to feel like Iâm forcing you or anything.â You trailed off, looking down at your hands that were placed on your lap. âNo!â He shouted quickly, shocking you. âOh, uh sorry. I meant you arenât forcing me. I was the one who made the offer in the first place. I wouldnât have asked if I wasnât fully prepared to follow through. I just am a little nervous that I won't meet your standards.â He spoke softly. You smiled at him, âMeet my standards? Woo, be serious. I have no one to compare you to. Plus, Iâve heard those sex stories you tell me.â You winked at him, making him laugh.
This was your dynamic, always encouraging one another. Putting your own feelings aside to make sure the other was feeling good. Of course you were nervous and you had your doubts, but you were trying to be confident to make up for Wooyoungâs timidness.
âOkay so, basic rules.â He started, more confidence in his tone, âIf at any point you are uncomfortable and want to stop, tell me immediately. It wonât bother me, your pleasure is my top priority. If you like something or want me to do something tell me as well. Again, your pleasure is my number one right now.â
âWeâll take it slow, uh yeah I think that's pretty much it? Just communicate is what Iâm trying to say.â He finished, maintaining eye contact the whole time. You nodded along with his words, taking it all in. You were actually about to have sex with Wooyoung. If you wouldâve told your younger self this, she wouldâve laughed in your face.
âAre you comfortable with kissing?â He asked, placing a hand on yours which laid on top of your lap. You nodded, feeling your whole face get hot. âI need verbal confirmation please.â He stated in a serious tone making your legs quiver. âY-esâ You managed to get out words, much to your disbelief. âAlready speechless and we havenât even started? Youâre going to be fun to play with doll.â He winked. You wanted to punch him for being so snarky but you couldnât, you just shut your eyes and took a deep breath. âPlease Woo, youâre making it hard to take you seriously.â
âWho says you have to take me seriously? I just enjoy seeing how hot and bothered you get when I tease you.â He joked, cupping the right side of your face with his hand. He scooted a little closer to you, now only inches away from your face. âClose your eyes doll.â He whispered, you could feel his breath against your lips. Your eyelids fluttered shut at his command. You anticipated his next move, holding your breath as you waited for him to make the first move.
âYouâre so tense.â He cut the tension, your eyes shooting open. âWooyoung Iâm going to murder you.â You joked smacking him on the arm. He winced, holding his bicep, âOw! What was that for?!â You glared at him, âYou know damn well-â He cut you off laughing,
âOkay! Okay! For real this time. Close your eyes.â You hesitated this time, Wooyoung giving you an encouraging head nod. You huffed before closing your eyes again. You waited for what felt like hours but in reality was mere seconds for Wooyoungâs lips to finally graze your own. It was a short and soft peck to start, just getting used to the feeling of kissing one another. He pulled back to look at your reaction, when you didnât open your eyes he took it as a sign to continue. Moving back in, he reconnected his lips to yours a bit more passionate this time. It was still soft but longer, your mouths moving slowly in sync.
He moved his hands from their previous position in his lap, one cupping your jaw as the other found comfort in your hair. He leaned into it more, pushing you back further into the couch. You let him have full dominance in the kiss, encouraging him to make the next move. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip lightly, testing the grounds. He never wanted to go too far or make you uncomfortable. You opened your mouth slightly wider than before allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips. You continued like this for a while until he pulled back, lips pretty and swollen covered in a thin layer of saliva.
âDo you want to take this to my bedroom?â His voice was calm. Eyes staring intently into your own for permission to take this further. You nodded, muttering a soft âyesâ. He took your hand in his, pulling you gently behind him as he led you to his bedroom. The room youâd been all too familiar with. This time felt different. For obvious reason of course.
He laid you delicately on his bed allowing you to sink into his comforter, your head resting against his soft pillows. He crawled on top of you starting to kiss you again. This time didnât last too long, moving his lips down your jaw to your neck where he left wet kisseses. âCan I mark you love?â He asked between kisses. You nodded, muttering in agreement. You felt him smile into your neck as he began sucking light marks that would eventually turn a pretty shade of purple. âN-not too manyâ You spoke, immediately regretting it as it came out breathy. He could tell how much you were enjoying yourself from that sentence alone. âBabe. Iâve only kissed you and youâre already acting fucked out. Do I affect you that much?â He smirked looking as your face contorted at his words.
You opened your mouth to speak but you didnât know what to say. Yes he did. Your best friend had left you speechless from kisses alone. âItâs okay doll, I can read your face very well. I know how much youâre enjoying this.â You felt your face heat up at his teasing. You knew Wooyoung was a tease but youâd never think it would translate over into the bedroom as well. You whined covering your face with your hands making him chuckle, âOkay! Okay Iâll try and stop with the teasing.. No promises thoughâ He muttered the last part in the crook of your neck leaving chills down your body.
His hands began to travel down your body, dragging against your clothed torso. Moving until they reached the hem of your shirt which had slightly rode up during the make out session. His finger tips inched under your shirt, his warm hands now rubbing against the bare skin of your stomach. They moved to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. They continued caressing your torso as he kissed your neck. This continued until his hand had finally inched up enough to reach your bra.
âMay i?â He asked, looking into your clouded eyes. Still in a haze from his kisses. âYes, pleaseâ You almost begged, sitting up to allow him better access to removing your shirt and bra. You felt the cold bitter air against your nipples making you aware of how naked you were now. Moving to cover your chest, you asked Wooyoung, âCan you take off your shirt too? I donât like being the only one naked.â He pouted at your sweetness pecking your lips, âOf course I can.â
He removed his shirt, tossing it somewhere in his room along with your own. âBetter?â He asked looking deeply in your eyes, you only nodded as a reply. He laid you back down, removing your hands slowly from your chest. He analyzed your face to make sure there was no hesitation in your expression. He had your arms by your side, beginning his breast worship. He kitten licked your nipples loving how you gasped from the small spark of pleasure. While busy with one breast, he used his hand to occupy the other. You felt your body on fire. Youâd never felt such pleasure before. It was different than anything youâd ever managed to do to yourself. Soft moans left your lips, encouraging Wooyoung to continue.
He switched to the opposite breast now, wanting to hurry this part up. He loved how reactive you were and couldnât wait to get more moans out of you. You moved your right hand to play in his hair, tugging every time he nibbled your sensitive nipple. He pulled away, sitting up from his previous position, smiling at you. âGood?â He asked.
âYes. Great actually!â You joked, making him laugh. He nodded, moving his fingers to begin removing your pants. âIf you liked that, just you wait.â He winked, this time pulling your pants down in one quick motion. He sat up removing his own sweatpants making it even. He positioned your legs to be bent at the knee, situating himself to lay between your thighs. He made sure to hold eye contact as he pressed a slow kiss to your clothed heat. The contact making you whimper. He began leaving wet kisses on your thighs, with each kiss moving closer and closer to where you wanted him most. He then used one finger, tracing the damp spot in your underwear. âEnjoying yourself?â He joked, removing your panties so he could have direct contact with your cunt. Your legs shut around his head out of reflex but he stopped you, pinning your knees as far down to the bed as he could. âNow how am I supposed to eat you out if I donât have access to this pretty little pussy?â He wore a shit eating grin on his face that you only wish you could slap off of him. But you didnât want to take any chances on him stopping.
âSorry Woo, Continue please.â Your voice was weak and it only drove Wooyoung crazier. He hummed, moving his face back to your dripping heat that was displayed so nicely before him. âI should warn you once I start, itâs hard to stop.â His hot breath teasing your soaked cunt. He licked up your slit collecting your juices on his tongue. âFuck.â He muttered. âEspecially when you taste this sweet.â With that he attached his mouth back on your aching pussy. Starting with bold licks between your folds, wanting to taste all of you. He ate you out like a starved man and you loved it. The moans falling past your lips were uncontrollable, never feeling a sensation so pleasurable in your life.
His lips wrapped around your neglected clit, sucking harshly wanting to hear your gasp. He chuckled against your pussy as he continued, his nose occasionally rubbing over the swollen nub. Your hands found their way into his hair again, this time tugging a lot rougher than before. He groaned against your cunt, sending waves of only pleasure up through your body.
He pulled away, this time using two fingers, collecting your juices on them. He moved up your body towards your mouth, âOpen wide baby. You need to know how good you taste.â You obliged, opening your mouth for him. He inserted his two fingers into your mouth. You sucked his long, thin digits clean of all your essence groaning at the flavour. He was right, you did taste nice.
âSee? I could eat your pussy all day if youâd let me.â He leaned down mumbling the words against your lips before placing a kiss on your mouth and returning to his position between your legs.
This time he entered those same two fingers into you. Your walls immediately squeezing around him. He smirked as he began thrusting the two fingers in and out of you. His pace was brutal, you could sense how eager he was becoming by the minute. âHoly shit Woo, please donât stopâ You moaned uncontrollably. You no longer had any sense of reality, just pleasure coursing through your body.
You felt a pit growing in your lower tummy, legs squeezing around Wooyoung's hand that was tucked between your thighs. He continued harshly thrusting his two fingers in and out of you, loving how much control he had over your body and your reactions.
You felt your orgasm coming on and so did he. He felt you clenching around his fingers as your high neared. Smirking, Wooyoung swiftly pulled his fingers out of your needy cunt. You whined at the loss of contact, eyebrows furrowed as you glared up at him.
âWhat the fuck?â Is all you managed to say. Wooyoung bursted into laughter at your reaction, loving how much he could affect you. âI didnât want you having your first orgasm around my fingers! Thatâs what my cock is for silly.â He pinched your cheek, a smug look on his face.
You snapped back into reality with his words. You were now fully naked under your best friend, only a thin piece of fabric shielding him from being nude along with you. Wooyoungâs eyes travelled over your expression, trying to read your emotions.
âAll good love? Would you like me to continue?â He asked, rubbing your cheek with his finger. Your soft skin against his. You evaluated his face for any signs of hesitation but he stopped you before you could say anything, âIâm beyond ready. Donât worry about me doll, this is about you.â Leaning down he kissed you softly. It was filled with reassurance and love. He was your best friend for a reason, and you wholeheartedly trusted him.
You nodded, âIâm ready too. Just a bit nervous.â He nodded at your words.
âIâll take it slow at first. Whatever you say goes.â He smiled before moving to remove his underwear. You sucked in a deep breath as he revealed his hard on to you. It was prettier than you imagined, not too intimidating. You let out a shaky breath making eye contact with him. He gave you a playful wink, positioning himself between your legs.
You placed your hands on his shoulders giving him a soft squeeze as a sign to continue. He lined himself up with your heat, slowly pushing himself inside you. He maintained eye contact the whole time, ensuring you were comfortable.
He noticed a furrow in your eyebrows as he was almost fully inside, stretching you in a way youâd never felt before. âY/n? Youâve got to tell me how youâre feeling love.â His voice sounding weak. You nodded at him, âGood. Too good.â Was all you managed to say, too caught up with the delicious feeling of his cock stretching you open.
He smiled, âThis is just the tip of the iceberg babyâ he smirked bottoming out inside you. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, your head now thrown back onto the pillow behind you head. Your knuckles white from gripping Wooyoungâs shoulders. You heard his high pitched chuckle at your reaction. âI told you soâ he wiggled his eyebrows, continuing his motions now pulling out fully before swiftly pushing himself back inside you.
He continued this watching as your face contorted in different ways. Your hands grabbing onto different parts of his body for support. Wooyoung leaned down leaving sloppy kisses all down your neck and jaw.
âSuch a pretty girl for me. Letting me take your virginity? Fuck.â He kept muttering words to you, edging you on even more. âYouâre doing such a good job baby. Iâm so proud of you, Iâm so fucking happy right now.â He continued, his thrusts picking up in speed and aggressiveness.
He was now snapping his hips into you wildly, only choked out moans leaving your mouth. âW-oo, go-d. So goo-dâ Your words barely coherent to the man on top of you. But that didnât matter, he knew exactly what you meant and that you were coming close to your orgasm.
âItâs okay pretty girl, cum for me. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock, can you cum for me? Be a good girl for Wooyoung.â Your eyes now glued shut as you took everything in. His thrusts, his words, the pleasure building in your stomach. It was becoming too much for you to handle.
You came hard with a loud cry, pulling him down towards you. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, quickly following with his own. You felt your throbbing walls milking him of his warm cum, filling you in a way you couldnât describe. It was addicting.
He struggled to hold himself above you as he caught his breath. You tugged on his shoulders and he lightly collapsed on top of your body. Your sweaty bodies getting stuck together.
You too struggled to catch your breath, feeling overwhelmed by everything that just happened.
After a minute of silent breathing, Wooyoung was the first to speak. âHow are you? Do you need anything?â He lifted his head, eyes racking over your face and expression. You nodded softly, âwaterâ you mumbled out. Your voice now raspy. He nodded, kissing your cheek before hoisting himself from bed. He threw on his boxers and disappeared into his kitchen.
He returned minutes later with a wet cloth and a glass of water. Handing you the water to drink as he cleaned you and himself up. He then tossed you one of his sleeping shirts before throwing himself into bed again. He pulled you down by the waist forcing you to lay facing him.
He spent a couple of seconds looking into your eyes before speaking, âSo.. How was it? Did I live up to your expectations?â
You smiled at the man in front of you, âYes. I had a very good timeâ you said with a giggle. You could feel your face. burning up. âGood,â he said with a smile, âIâm glad.â
âCan I ask you a question Woo?â You watched as his face contorted into confusion, âOf course. Shoot,â He waited.
âWell two questions actually.. One could we maybe, idk. Do this again sometime? Without it being all weird?â You whinced while asking, not wanting to make things awkward.
He smiled cockily, âCanât get enough of me huh?â He joked before answering seriously, âWe can do this as much as youâd like. Thatâs what friends are for, right?â he winked making you giggle.
âOkay. Now two.â You smiled.
He nodded in anticipation,
âCan we snuggle now? Iâm sleepy.â You pouted, making him laugh. You felt your chest warm up at the sound.
âCome here dummy,â He joked pulling you into his chest.
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requests are open! lmk your thoughts, feedback is VERY much appreciated and welcomed!
warnings: minors DNI, smut/minor plot, Reader is trying to complete an online quiz, hella teasing, nipple play, fingering, slight strength restraint, pet names (baby, pretty baby) Wooyoung is a bit of a meanie but not full extent, desperate emotions, unprotected sex, creampie, Heavy make-out, aftercare and fluff, (1st person pov), I believe that's all...
Word count: 2.8k
No Relation to actual Jung Wooyoung, simply works of fiction
My gaze was fixed on the quiz questions as the warm hand caressed my shirt, lingering over my nipples in a playful manner. Wooyoung came home and crawled into bed next to me, pulling me tightly against him. I told him that I was working and that it was critical that I complete each question within the time limit. He mumbled that he would wait and just relax while I was working, but the longer the quiz went on, the more impatient he became. His fingers traced over every inch of my body he could reach. And here I sat, reading the same question for the third time, trying to ignore his wandering hands.
His thumb brushed against my nipple again, causing it to pebble. He hummed, pressing his lips to my shoulder as he felt it rise and harden beneath my shirt. Letting out a soft sigh, his hand paused, warming the flesh of my breast. He had reached the limit of his silence. He felt that he needed my attention right now. Pinching the raised bud lightly, he caused me to jerk back into his embrace. My face warmed as I tried not to react in the way he expected. He was testing the waters, desperate to see me fold under the lingering pressure.
"Woo." My voice trembled as I warned him. I was working hard to refocus and tune out his taunting touch. In response to my warning, he lightly kissed my ear. Need began to seep into the small space between my thighs. His light breaths fanned across my ear, and the rise and fall of his chest kept me distracted. His hand moved again after a few moments, this time with a purpose. His forefinger and thumb again found my nipple, pushing at the still-hardened bud, then he pulled and squeezed it tight. I let out a yelp, caught off guard. My hands gripped his, and my head dipped back to meet the surface of his shoulder.
"Take a look at that. I assumed you'd continue to ignore me, "He said this while slipping his hand under my shirt. "I'm sure one bad grade will not ruin you." His rough fingers cupped the curve of my breast and gently massaged it. Whining softly, I despised his power over me. Just for him, I'd turned into a melting mess in an instant. His lips traced the column of my neck, softly kissing the sensitive skin. I could feel his hardened member pressing into the softness of my ass as I rocked my hips. Hands and lips worked on me slowly, and I was pressing my legs together for some type of relief.
"Wooyoung, please." Shifting, the laptop slipped from my lap and away from where we were pressed against each other. He let out a soft chuckle. My face flushed at hearing the soft noise. He began to softly rut his hips to meet my gentle but desperate winding. I wanted nothing more than to toss my laptop out our bedroom window and ride this man to oblivion. Somehow, I knew that's exactly what he wanted. He'd come home with the intention of turning me inside out. He'd normally be teasing, complaining, and trying to get a rise out of meâanything to get my heart racing and hopefully yank me under him with all the pent-up tension, but because I was working, he forced himself to wait quietly. Knowing him, he couldnât help the heat that was slowly cooking him inside out; instead of saying it outright, he made it to where I was begging.
"I want to take you like this." He murmured in my ear, his hand moving down to the tops of my thighs and pushing them apart. When his fingers passed over the soaked cloth that covered me, my cheeks burned. He teased my clit, while the wet warmth of his tongue tasted the skin of my neck, passing over the bud and lips with soft, delicate touches. I groaned, not wanting to be teased, but he wanted slick all over his hands and sheets if he could. I felt like I was going insane as he pressed his soft lips against my cheek. I wanted him to make a mess of me right now. He was right about my work; one bad grade wouldnât kill me.Â
"Do y-you?" I stuttered, egging him on. I could feel the slight smile of his lips press into the skin of my cheek as I spoke. His fingers traced over my aching bud and down my lips again, no doubt gathering my essence that seeped through the fabric. His touches remained soft and alluring. I could no longer hold back the soft whines that slipped from me. Heat blossomed across my shoulders as he bit into my skin softly.
"Yeah, I want to fuck my pretty baby exactly like this. Back arched, pretty little whines, and eyes rolling backwards." He growled, desperate fingers probing my cloth entrance. "Itâs such a good angle for you," he added. My hips rocked in response to his movements; I was lost in the moment. Imagining the thought. I couldn't care less about the slight creak of the bed from my ruts against his hand. He tsked lightly while gently cupping my heat. "But don't you have to finish a quiz?" It was as if cold water dampened my desire, only to be replaced by hot anger.
"Don't you dare tease me, Wooyoung." I bit out as I struggled in his grip. I wanted to turn around and see his face as I threatened him to let me have this high, grade or no grade. But his arm tightened around my waist, and his fingers flitted lightly across my twitching bud. I whimpered softly, wanting him to stop playing with me.
"Or what?" He mused, mockingly. "Are you going to cry about it?" My face blazed at his words. He was completely right; teasing only elicited one outcome. Me being a whining, teary-eyed whore. If he really took his time, I'd be crying and pleading for my release. He drew his hands away from me when he noticed my silence. I pouted as I quickly shut down my forgotten laptop and placed it on the nightstand. "Look at me." He said it firmly as I sat back in his lap, pulling his hands around me, hoping he'd resume his teasing. Casting my eyes back over my shoulder, he quietly shook his head.
"Turn around on your knees and look at me." He spoke as my body warmed. Rising from my seated position, I shuffled around until I faced Woo on my knees. His hard-on pressed angrily through his sweats, and the blush over his cheeks reached his ears. Placing his hands on my knees, he pushed them apart until I was spread completely apart, resting slightly against my calves and ankles. My breath hitched as my skin tingled underneath his fingertips.Â
His eyes traveled down my body, the hunger evident. His shirt, which I had tossed on before starting the quiz, hung low, covering my soaked panties in this position. His hands rubbed my thighs tenderly, inching slowly back to the apex of my legs. My breath turned into pants as I forced myself to stay still, the fabric tickling my skin as well as the sparks that followed the slow trail of his hands.Â
His fingers drew a soft figure eight around my swollen clit before rubbing me tightly. I let out a gasp, pleasure curling in my lower stomach. My legs trembled as I fought myself to keep them open. Moaning tightly, I fisted the ends of the t-shirt, not sure how long I could take this. The tight patterns he circled against me had me reeling for purchase, whimpering. The need to see his gaze caused my eyes to take a peek at his own. Ears warming and a strong moan bubbling from my lips, I saw there was no need to be curious; his eyes were already boring into mine. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh of his lips to keep him from moaning every time he heard me moan. I couldn't take my gaze away from his, the red-hot heat spreading from my ears and down my neck. The look in his eyes was desperate; he wanted to see me crumble.
"How does that make you feel, baby?" He asked, expecting an answer. His body moved closer, and we were only breaths away from each other. My hands found their way to clinging to his shoulders as he thumped his fingers harshly on my clit. The tightening of my throat caused me to choke lightly on my answer.
"G-good, i-it feels s-o ggood youngie." I moaned, pressing my hips down into his hand harder, needing more. He groaned before pressing a kiss to my lips. Despite the raw emotions of want fogging our minds, he kissed me tenderly. as if all he could think about was savoring the taste of my lips. Angling his face, he deepened the kiss, running his tongue against my lips. Eager to match his pace, I parted my lips to meet his lips with my own tongue. A soft whimper from him vibrated against my mouth, and his fingers moved to trace my opening.Â
"Ahh-h," I panted, breaking the kiss as I felt a hot sensation prickle down my legs. Not giving me a chance to mumble anything else, Wooyoung slots his mouth over mine, brushing his tongue against my own. I felt hot, too hot. as if every nerve were being fried alive or frozen to death. My hands gripped the soft strands of his hair as he began to kiss me like it was the last time he would.Â
Soft smacks of our lips sounded out in the quiet room, accompanied by soft moans and groans of need and pleasure. His tongue danced with mine, drawing the very breath from my lungs. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear and finally traced against me unrestricted. He moaned loudly, following it with an audible curse.
"Fuck baby, you are soaking everything down there." He said this while lightly dipping his finger into my heat. Whining, I tried rocking against his finger. I loved hearing Wooyoung; almost vocal to a fault. His sounds drive me forward, as does the mouth he has on him. His lips reconnected with mine after catching his breath. He took his time teasing me, teeth sinking into my lips, tongue running across the swollen flesh, panting heavily in each other's mouth. I was going to cum in the pettiest way. His free hand traced up my shirt to continue his play with my nipples. The hardened buds throbbed at the sensation of his fingertips.
"Fuck Woo, just fuck me already," I begged, pulling free of the kiss. His hooded eyes opened, and a soft smirk played on his features. Stopping his ministrations, his hands gripped my hips harshly before pulling me over his lap. Settling my wet core over his hardened member, he bucked lightly.
"Why should I do what you ask?" He hummed before running his tongue out, over his lips. He bucked harder against my clit and I choked on my own breath. My lips pouted as I felt myself reaching the end of my rope. His lips pressed soft kisses to my face as my eyes began to water.
"B-because you were right," I whined, chasing his lips with my own. desperate for the connection. As needy as Wooyoung could be, I was just as desperate. A laugh bubbled up from his lips as his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me flush to his lap.Â
"Donât cry, pretty baby. Iâm going to fuck you good." He reassured me, finally pressing another kiss to my lips. Swallowing my whines, he laid me down against the covers. His hips rutted down against me, and a strangled moan fell from his lips. He drew back, looking down at me as he ripped his shirt off his head. Tossing it to the floor, his hands made quick work of the shirt on me. Pulling it free, he hummed, appreciating the sight of my body completely bare except for the light blue panties that were dark in the center from all his teasing.Â
Huffing a quiet breath, I watched as his fingers began to tug down my panties. It was always his favorite part to see the slick pull from me and my panties, glistening underneath the lights. Cursing to himself, his eyes darkened. He was now at the end of his rope, cock straining hard against its confines. No doubt leaking heavily, staining his boxers. Yanking the rest of our clothes away, he pressed my knees close to my chest. Angling himself, he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before sinking into my tight walls.
 "Shit," he mumbled as he stretched me open. My breath hitched as my cunt swallowed him greedily. His girth drove me crazy every time he slid into me. Veins rubbed against my wall, reaching deeper than my fingers ever could. He pressed pleasantly against all the spots that made me dumb and leaky. "Hold yourself open, baby," he rasped out, eyes feasting on the sight of us connected. Wrapping my hands around my thighs, I felt him bunch the cover under my ass. Slipping out, he took a deep breath as if he was trying to convince himself not to pound me into the mattress. His hands fell on top of mine before pressing down. Sliding back into me, he moaned loudly, his hair hanging down over his face. He pants softly before rocking into me.
 Lacing his fingers with my own, his eyes found mine. He quickened his pace until we were surrounded by the soft sound of skin on skin and heavy labored breaths.The angle I was at caused each thrust to push against the throbbing spot inside of me. I let out a cry as my back arched. My walls clench tightly, the feeling of my orgasm on the horizon. Leaning down, he pressed firmly against me, pounding into my core. His whines grow as he realizes my orgasm is quickly approaching. His hips snapped quickly into me, controlled. Fucking me straight towards my high.
 "Fuck Wooyoung!" I yell as my body trembles under the attack, and he groans in response. Walls fluttering at how close my high was. My eyes begin to roll, and his lips are on my face again. pressing sloppy kisses into my lips and cheeks Releasing my legs, he pulled my hands up above my head. His breath mixed with mine and every nerve in my body is buzzing alive. Pulling back until only his head rested inside of me, he slammed his hips down on mine. Filling me quickly to the hilt, my walls spasmed around him, forcing me into my orgasm. My fingers squeezed his as tears kissed my cheeks, and my legs clamped around his hips. Moaning, he jerked his hip into mine to pick up the pace again. My stomach tightened as he didnât let me come down from that high.
 "I-Is it okay if I fill my baby up?" He rasped, and I squirmed at the overstimulation. Another cry welled up in my chest as I heard him say that, and I clenched tightly. Moaning yes over and over, he increased his pace, banging the headboard into our wall. His moans and groans strung together into a pathetic whine, and his warm seed covered my walls. Releasing my hands from his grip, his hands grabbed my face before pressing a hot kiss to my lips. "God, I really missed you." My eyes blinked open slowly and my hands fell over the ones on my face.Â
âI'm sorry, I've been so busy.â I said as he pressed another kiss to my lips.
âNo, no baby.. Itâs not your fault. Iâm just needy.â He said, eyes falling on mine.Â
âI am the same way, donât you think?â I giggled. His smile brightened his whole face and my heart warmed. He slipped out of me and my mouth popped open. His warm seed spilled out of me and a soft blush covered his face as he watched. Clearing his throat, he pulled me up from my lying position.
âWhy donât we shower before you get a cold and Iâll make dinner.â Dragging me to the bathroom, he held me close, rubbing me down with soap and washed away the traces of our activities. My heart pounded in my ears and I pressed myself closer to him. He always took care of me after. Soothing my frazzled nerves and clinging to me like a second layer of skin. I would never complain, nor did I ever feel like it. Hands massaged my sides and he praised me softly here and there. His lips traced softly over my face, ears, and neck just trying to express what he couldnât put into words. Wet hair stuck to his forehead, he began to speak again. âYou did so well baby. Makes me want to go again, but weâll leave that for later, yeah?â
A/N: wooyoung is useless in the kitchen in this but heâs bringing the sexual tension. Which is what really matters, I guess.
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Today, one of those times when you were hanging out at their place, Wooyoung suddenly hugged you and his hand was a little firmer on your hip. And like this he pressed his body against you noticably from behind.
âBabe, I love you, too. But canât you just tell me that instead of rubbing your dick against my ass?â, you commented with a soft smile while continuing to prepare dinner.
You absolutely adored that man and tried not to let him irritate you but sometimes he made it hard for you to focus, always wanting your attention.
Content Warning: sexual content, tattooed! jungkook, oral sex (f. receiving), jungkook calls oc a slut like once, perfectionist! oc, teasing, semi public sex, unprotected sex (be safe!), jungkook has ocâs name tattooed on him, idol! au, big dick! jungkook, letâs pretend thereâs a plot, jungkookâs mouth is fucking filthy<3
summary. fragile little jeonggukâs innocence attracted you so much.
pairing. jeon jeongguk x fem!reader
warnings. corruption kink, jeongguk is a virgin, reader is experienced, their parents are downstairs while they fuck upstairs, jeongguk cries, soft dom reader, subby jeongguk, unprotected sex, dry humping, good boy kink, jeongguk loves readers boobs, jeongguk is whiny and needy, LOTS of praising, cock riding, jeongguk is a peeping tom đŤŁ, virgin kink.
word count. 3k
a/n. HELLOOOOOO! here it is, finally! itâs been a long two months but the wait is over! genuinely, thank you so much for all the support and patience! i know you guys have been waiting for what feels like FOREVER for this. ENJOY xx
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There was an addictive scent you couldnât get enough of. You craved it, you wanted it. And that was the scent of pure innocence. Pure innocence which belonged to none other than the boy next door, Jeon Jeongguk.
Jeongguk was a nineteen-year-old boy who reeked of purity and good â two things of which you werenât. He was a virgin, you were sure of this, it was pretty obvious. And you wanted nothing more than to take that from him.Â
Satisfaction washed over you whenever heâd get all flustered around you, trying to keep his eyes away from your tits, whenever you wore those sundresses. Or when he hesitated to even touch your shoulders when you hugged him. Hell, he barely even looked at you. Jeongguk thought you were so beautiful he was scared if he stared at you long enough, heâd jizz his pants right then and there.
It was evening, the sun was barely setting, and it was about three hours before Jeongguk and his parents had to go over to your house for dinner tonight. As you both live next door to each other, you got a view into Jeonggukâs bedroom and vice versa. Today, you had your curtains wide open, so your entire bedroom was exposed to Jeongguk.
As the boy sat on his bed, fiddling with his guitar â something he liked to do in his free time, he took a few peeks into your room. He didnât mean to, but his eyes had a mind of their own. And then you walked in, nothing but a towel wrapped around your naked body, hair wet from the shower.
Jeongguk inhaled deeply, whipping his eyes away from you back to his guitar. But oh, it was so hard. He peeked again, and your towel was nowhere to be seen. You were naked, back towards Jeongguk, as you searched for an outfit in your closet. The boy froze. Your back and ass were on full display. Jeongguk couldnât tear his eyes away now.Â
Taking the dress on the hanger out of your closet, you turned around, walking to your vanity. Now Jeongguk had gotten a full view of everything. He finally got to see what those big tits of yours looked like out of those stupid, tight sundresses you wore.Â
He felt his cock twitch in his jeans. He whimpered. No, this couldnât be happening. He didnât want it to happen. He got a boner because of you. You and your beautiful body. He felt filthy. He felt gross. He felt as if he was crossing boundaries by looking at your naked body without your consent. He felt like a creep, a stalker. God, how was he gonna face you at dinner tonight?
Jeongguk would rather give himself blue balls than take care of his boner that you caused. He didnât want to jerk off to you, especially when heâd be face to face with you in a few hours. So he didnât take care of it. He shut his curtains, locking himself in his bedroom so his boner would go away before he had to go over to yours with his parents.
After getting ready, you spent the remaining time laying on your bed, scrolling through your phone. Your head shot up when the chiming sound echoed throughout the house, indicating the ringing of the doorbell.
âY/N, would you get that please?â Your father yelled from downstairs.
You got up from your bed, practically running down the stairs in excitement. You finally got to see Jeongguk, the pretty boy you wanted so bad.
You opened the door, greeting Mrs. and Mr. Jeon. And then there was Jeongguk with his cute fluffy brown bowl cut, white dress shirt, and skinny jeans. Men wore skinny jeans but Jeongguk was the only man youâve seen who really looked good in them. They suited him so perfectly. You loved how they hugged his muscular thighs.
âHey, Gukkie.â You smiled.
Fuck. Jeonggukâs breath hitched and he gulped. Another fucking sundress. The white sundress hugged your waist perfectly, showing off your perfect body. Smooth, soft legs on full display. Your breasts were spilling out of that dress, your cleavage was peeking out, and then he remembered when he actually saw your bare tits earlier when he was peeking into your room like a fucking freak.
âH- Hey.â He said, hands awkwardly in his pockets.
âCome here,â You encouraged, holding your arms out for him.
Shit, shit, shit! Please donât make me do this!
He stood there awkwardly before you yanked his arm and pulled him into you. His body collided against yours and he went stiff. His hands shook as they gently made contact with your waist. Your arms went behind his neck, pulling him into you more. This was exactly why he hated hugging you, it took everything in him to control himself when he felt your soft breasts against his hard chest. He hated touching you, feeling dirty for being so close to you knowing he has dirty fantasies about you that he tries to shake out of his head. You pulled away from the hug before shutting the door and dragging him to the kitchen with you by his hand while he was stumbling behind you, trying to kick off his shoes.
The food was done and everyone was finally sat at the dinner table. You sat next to Jeongguk of course. The adults talked to one another as you and Jeongguk sat next to each other, eating in silence. Wanting to gain his attention, you snaked your hand on his meaty thigh, rubbing softly. Jeongguk froze and he looked at you confused. You said nothing but winked and returned to your food.
âSo Y/N, howâs college going?â Mrs. Jeon asks.
You blinked. College was amazing. Youâd been to more parties in a month than you had your entire high school experience. You managed to build up your alcohol tolerance every time you went to a frat house and your body count had gotten higher and higher. But you couldnât tell her that.
âYeah, itâs going great.â
âOh come on, honey. I went to college too, you can be honest with me.â She laughs.
âWell, the work is pretty stressful.â Lies. You wouldnât know that because you barely studied or did your homework. The only thing you really did was attend your classes. After that, youâd go home, get ready, and sneak out almost every night.Â
âSchoolâs tough, kid. Stay in school though. Youâre still young, you have a bright future ahead of you.â Mr. Jeon says.
âI will, Mr. Jeon.â You smile innocently at Jeonggukâs dad as you inched your hand up, groping Jeonggukâs crotch through his tight jeans. The wimpy boy jumps at your touch, the utensils clattering against the plates.
âJeongguk, are you alright, honey?â Your mother asks him.
He gulps, âI- Iâm okay. May I go to the bathroom?â
She nods, âOf course. Up the stairs, second door on the right.â
âThank you.â He says, getting up from the chair and making his way out of the dining room.
You hold back a smile and act as if you werenât the cause of his outbreak. A few minutes go by and you excuse yourself from the dining table. You make your way upstairs knocking on the bathroom.
âUh, occupied!â He says from behind the door.
âJeongguk open the door, please.â You say. You hear the door unlock before he opens it, letting you in. You walk in, shutting the door behind you. He stands there, cheeks tinted red and hair disheveled from nervously running his hands through them. âI hope I didnât make you uncomfortable down there.â
Bullshit. You knew he loved it, he was just being awkward because Mommy and Daddy were there. So, so innocent.
âNo! I just-â
You cut him off, âSo you liked it?â
The boy stands before you as if a mom just caught their child doing something they weren't supposed to do. âI- I, uhm,â
You walk towards him, laying your hand on his chest. You ran your hand down his torso to the growing bulge in his tight pants.Â
âY/N,â He moaned.
âHow about we go to my bedroom, baby? Let me help you take care of this.â
His breath hitches, âY- Yes, please.â
You grab his hand, leading him out the bathroom and into your bedroom, down the hall. You let him in first before going in after him, locking the door. You turn around and heâs standing awkwardly, his dick so hard it starts to hurt in his pants.
âSit down on the bed,â You order gently.
He sits down, wincing at his painful hard-on.
âYou poor thing. Letâs get you out of these jeans, yeah?â
He nods, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down to knees. He keeps his boxers on and leans back on his palms.Â
âHave you ever been kissed before, Gukkie?â You ask, kneeling in between his legs.
He shakes his head. You werenât surprised. He was the biggest dork you knew. But you had at least hoped heâd been kissed before.
âDo you want me to kiss you?â
âYes,â He says breathily.
And thatâs all the confirmation you need. You pull him in by his shirt, resting your hands on both sides of his neck. You reach up, pushing your lips against his. You move your lips against his as he gets familiar, copying your movements. The both of you are in a heated make out as you reach down, fingers under the band of his Calvin Kleinâs. Jeongguk lifts his hips and you break away from the kiss, pulling his boxers down. Youâre met with his long, hard cock. Clear precum leaked from his painfully red tip down to his shaft. This virgin was hiding a monster cock!Â
âGod baby, youâre so big. Gonna let me fuck myself with your huge cock?â He moans in response, throwing his head back. You use your thumb to spread the precum around his tip before you pump your hand around his length slowly. âAnswer me when I talk to you, Jeongguk.â
âY- yes, maâam. Iâll let you fuck yourself so good with my cock.â
You smile, pumping his dick faster in response.
âOh, Y/N!â He moans loudly.
âShh, baby. We donât want our parents hearing you moan like a dirty boy now, do we?âÂ
âNo, maâam. Iâm sure theyâd be very angry.â He says out of breath, as he tries to control his moans.
âVery. Now be a good boy and kiss me.â
He obeys immediately, smashing his lips against yours, kissing you sloppily. He moans quietly into the kiss as you continue to jerk him off.
He pulls his lips off of yours, resting his forehead against yours. âFeels so good,â He whispers.
âYeah?â He nods. âYou close?â
âIâm so close,â He cries.
And then you stop, taking your hand off his hard cock.
âY/N, please,â He whines, tears falling down his face.
âDonât cry, baby.â You coo, wiping the tears off his face with the pad of your thumb, âI just want you to cum inside of me, okay? Can you do that for me?â
âIâll do anything for you.â
âYouâre being so good for me, baby. Now take off your shirt.â
He lifts himself from his palms, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He reveals his thin torso to you, prominent abs. So he was a virgin, had a nice body, and a pretty face? Jeongguk was the whole package.
âYouâre so beautiful, Gukkie.â You say. He blushes. âWanna take my dress off for me?â
He bites his lip and nods. You push your tits into his face, indicating he pull the string in front of your chest to loosen the dress. He does just that, looking at your huge breasts. He pulls the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, to your waist, and it slips down your legs to the ground. Now you're left in nothing but your black lacy panties.
âGo on, touch me.â
He looks up at you, hesitantly bringing his hands up to grope your breasts. You sit yourself on his lap, your clothed pussy touching his bare cock, before you start grinding against him. He slides his hands behind your back, burying his face in your breasts, sucking your nipples.
âOh, Jeongguk,â You moan.
You rest one hand on his shoulder for leverage as you bury your other hand in his fluffy hair. Your clothed clit rubs against his shaft and it feels so good.
âStop, stop,â You say breathlessly, standing up from his lap.
The male looks up at you confused.
âLay on the bed.â You demand.
He pushes himself back onto the bed, laying his head on your pillows beneath your headboard. You pull your underwear off your legs before crawling up to him, giving him kisses along his torso. You kiss up his neck, to his jaw, then attach your lips to his.
Although heâs never kissed anyone, as he claims, he was damn good at it. You pulled away, kneeling above him. Your legs were on either side of his hips and you looked down at him. His eyes were focused on your slick, aching cunt.
A moan slipped out of his lips once your bare heat comes in contact with his shaft. You grind against his cock and he throws his head back in pleasure. He lets out a whiny groan, hands resting on your thighs. His neck was exposed to you, and his mouth was gaped open. If beauty was a human, itâd be Jeongguk. He was just so naturally beautiful.
âIâll put it in whenever youâre ready, baby. Just let me know.â You say, hands on his chest for leverage as you continue to buck your hips against him.
âNow, please,â He cries breathlessly. âI want you so bad, Miss.â
You chuckle, pushing his bangs out of his face. âYouâre so cute.â
You lift your hips, reaching beneath you to grab his throbbing cock in your hand. You jerk him off a few times before lining his tip up with your entrance, and then you sink into him slowly, adjusting to his size. It wasnât anything you couldnât handle, really. But Jeongguk was still surprisingly big.Â
You begin to bounce up and down on his dick repeatedly at a normal pace. You went faster and the lewd sounds of skin slapping filled the room along with the sounds of you and Jeonggukâs moans. At this point, you two were so caught up in your own pleasure to even care about your guysâ parents downstairs.
âFuck, Gukkie! Your cock feels so good inside of me! Your sweet virgin cock, oh! Iâll fuck you whenever you want me too, baby!â You moan.
He didnât know how it was possible, but he got even more turned on by your praises. He let out a strangled moan, âI- I donât think Iâm gonna last long!â
âYeah? Cum when you need to. Oh, I could fuck your cock all day.â
âCan I- can I touch you?â He asks out of breath.
âYou donât need to ask, bunny,â You chuckle. He was asking for consent to put his hands on you while his dick was literally inside of you. He was too good for this cruel world. âYou can touch me all you want. Iâm all yours.â
So he brings his hands to you, hesitantly groping your tits. God, he loved these so much. He couldnât believe he got to see them, suck on them, and touch them all in the same day.
âKiss me, please.â He begs.
You smile, pushing his hair behind his ear, before leaning down and kissing him softly. He moans and whimpers into the kiss, hands moving to your waist and gripping your sides. Suddenly, his mouth gapes open and his thick, white ropes of cum shoot into you, filling you up.
âOhh,â He moans loudly.Â
Then it hits you that your parents are still downstairs as are his, and you two were being recklessly loud. You bring your palm over his mouth, muffling his loud, whiny moans.
âSo handsome when you cum, bunny.â He continues to moan against your palm as he shakes and writhes beneath you. âYou gonna be a good boy and let me keep riding your dick until I cum?â
He nods vigorously and you remove your hand from his mouth, âI will let you. Iâll let you use me for your own pleasure. Iâll let you do anything to me. Anything you want. Just wanna be your good boy.â
âSuch a good boy for me.â You say before lifting yourself up from his body and riding him once again.Â
You bounce up and down, trying to chase your own orgasm. The overstimulation makes Jeongguk whimper beneath you like a little puppy. And itâs so cute. You giggle in adoration.
âIâm so close, Bunny. Fuck. Oh, I could fuck your cock all day and never get tired of it. Being such a good boy for me, letting me use you like a toy.â
He licks his bottom lip before biting it in between his teeth. It was probably an unintentional action, but it drove you over the edge. Your mouth gaped open, your hips slowed down, and you were cumming around his cock. You shivered, riding yourself throughout your orgasm. Jeongguk quietly hissed at the way you clenched around him and the overstimulation was starting to hurt. Luckily, you lifted yourself off of him.
His softened cock falls out of you, onto his pelvic bone. He looks down at it, amazed at your essence all over him. You chuckle, laying down next to him. You snuggle into his neck, throwing your arm over him, softly pulling at his soft hair.
âYou did amazing, Jeongguk.âÂ
âThank you.â
You kiss his cheek, âOf course,â
He gulps. He looks nervous. Your eyebrows furrow.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âHow did you know?â
âThat you wanted to fuck me?â
âW- well I wouldnât say such a vile word like th-â
âYour curtains were wide open, Bunny. Felt your eyes on me the whole time. Then I saw they had shut while I was doing my make-up. And youâre not very good at controlling your body language.â
âOh.â
You chuckle.
âItâs okay, Gukkie. You donât have to hide it anymore. Iâm all yours now.â
summary: After your midday nap ends in a nightmare, you seek Jungkook for comfort.
warnings: talk of a bad dream (some discussion of it but nothing crazy), needy Jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, face sitting, oral (f receiving), lots of love for readers tits, body appreciation in general, theyâre in love, handjob, some teasing/begging, jk is whiny but still in charge, dirty talk, unprotected sex in an established relationship (this is fiction, please donât do this irl), jk cums inside, aftercareÂ
an: This came to me in a dream again and I woke up far too early to write the outline. As always, I do not proof read (because I am lazy and spend enough time proof reading my college assignments) so if thereâs any typos I apologize. This includes mature content and is for 18+ audiences ONLY, so if you are underage or uncomfortable with this content, please donât read it. Enjoy!
>>warnings: hard dom jk, brattiest brat oc, mentions of pet play!!, wearing of cat ears during the deed!!, teasing, hand job, spit, finger sucking, name calling, degradation, tummy bulging, pet names, orgasm denial, begging, masturbation, light pussy slapping, jks a lil mean⌠so sexy of him, praise kink, flinching, light face slapping, humiliation, size kink, jk biggest cock in the whole world !!, forced orgasm, withheld creampie to forced creampie??, mentions of buzzfeed and 2d cat girls, jk lowkey a simp đ, mentions of choking
>>notes:Â this is more of oc just getting railed with cat ears on LMAO actual pet play stuff will be in part 2 which i will have out next week hopefully seeing as this part wasnât even supposed to turn into a whole ass one shot -.- anyway!! this is ltgb!couple <3 but you dont have to read that to read this~~
>>summary:Â youâre jkâs baby, his toy, and now his pretty little pet.
â summary; in which you and Taehyung have to teach Jungkook one of two things about being a creature of the night.
â contents and warnings; smut, horror, dark content, threesome, vampire!taehyung x vampire!reader x vampire!jungkook, ridiculous amounts of blood play, blood as an aphrodisiac (you heard me), mention of death, violence, gore and cannibalism, they drink from each other, dirty talk, switch!jungkook x switch!reader x dom!taehyung, desperate sex, cum eating, dry humping, pet names (baby, doll, love), oral (f and m rec), fingering, breast play, handjob, jk cums in his pants, the stamina only the undead can muster, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, rough sex, praise kink, double vaginal penetration, a little bit of mxm/taekook action (they kiss), unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare
â words; 7,9k
â authorâs notes; I want you all to forgive me for all the vampiric poetic licenses I took in the name of smut. There is lore here somewhere, I promise, but it got lost amongst the filth. Regardless, I hope this isnât too much of a strange comeback, hope you all enjoy it! And happy Halloween!!
The dense, rusty smell of blood curled around the atmosphere in continuous, merciless waves. Across from where you sat, leaning against the wall, the broken windows were covered by pieces of wood, allowing small slices of moonlight to fall through the cracks, painting the dusty ground in silver. The three of you still had two hours before the sun started to come up, but the thrill of the hunt felt as if it would last forever.
After what seemed like years of silence, you were the first one to speak, running one hand down your face, fingertips stopping at your lips. The blood there had dried up, but the friction beneath your skin was welcomed. âI know I say this every year, but I fucking love Halloween,â you sighed, throwing your head back against the wall. You felt as if your body was filled with a million fireworks, excitement bubbling underneath your flesh. âIt makes hunting so much easier.â
Taehyung chuckled across from you, his eyes closed and a blissful expression covering his features. âI have to agree,â he said, then opened one eye to look at the other boy. Jungkook had been quiet ever since you three came back to the decrepit, forgotten house you called a home. âWhat about you, Jeon? How did you like your first official hunt?â
summary: in which jungkook loves doing nothing with you.
> fluff / wc: 2.9k
> warnings: [clears throat] allusions to cockwarming, one (1) boobie kiss, theyâre both lowkey wine drunk tbh
note: soooo we all watched the live and saw what happened to the cake right đ
maybe listen to nothing by bruno major and euphoria as you read this <3 and also got inspired by this ask to rewrite an old draft to this ^^
â
âbaby?â
âhmm?â
jungkook sighs, biting the inside of his cheek. âdo you think our relationship is boring?â
âboring?â you repeat the word, and it tastes as bland as it sounds on your tongue. âwhy? are you bored?â
he makes an tiny sound of disagreement, pulling you closer using the arm wrapped around your thighs. ânot at all. itâs really nice in here.â
by âin hereâ, he actually means the inside of your shirt. of course, you stealing one of his oversized shirts is just another normal day for the two of you. today, you randomly pulled out the hybe shirt fresh from the laundry.
when he sat on the end of the couch where you were slowly falling asleep, he found himself taking a special notice on how his shirt reaches the middle of your thighs. and for some reason, this eventually prompted him to ask, âcan i sleep while inside of you?â
you, in your drowsy state, didnât think much of it and took his request in the literal sense. inside of you? sure. why not? he seems to like doing it a lot lately.
ârating/genre:Â m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst
âword count:Â 8.1k
âwarnings:Â implied family issues, photography major jk in full effect, casual titty sucking (lol), oral sex (f receiving), ass eating and motorboating?, handjob, unprotected sex (crowd boos and throws tomatoes), a bit of spanking, talk of sex toys, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, slight dom and sub oc, slight sub and dom jk, shower head as vibrator (everyone w a clit has done this pls-), some manhandling, anal play, shower floor sex !!!, very slight cum eating, oc reflects on how far sheâs fallen, oc still hates men, maybe unrequited love, maybe not
âsummary:Â Everything is wet. You and Jungkook tangled up on the shower floor. Your eyes afterwards.
ânotes: yOuâRe WeLcOmE rEaDeRs. this was only going to be a one shot but i was manipulated into making it a three part series bc of u all >:((! lol kidding love u babies! tbh i'm a bit disappointed with this piece. i really loved it when i outlined it but for some reason it just didnât come together how i wouldâve hoped. i tried my best guys rip. hopefully part three will be better. anyways, feedback is greatly greatly appreciated!! thank you again for all the engagement on part one if youâre new pls go read it and check out my masterlist here. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO MY BBY @here4btsfics FOR BETAING LEGIT COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT U!!
âseries: | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 |
âYou look miserable.â
You were miserable.Â
The air at the frat party was suffocating. Sweaty bodies grinding against one another, nudging your shoulder as they shimmied by. The strobe lights made your vision splotchy and the blaring speakers had your head pounding. Plus, you could already feel the makeup sinking into your pores. An oil cleanse is needed asap.
âYou look like a hot mess,â you snap at the boy in front of you. His stringy bangs stick to his clammy forehead, poking out from underneath his black bucket hat. The neck of his dark gray t-shirt is stretched to one side from the pull of petite, manicured fingers. Pink lip gloss is smeared across his lips, making a glittery trail down his neck. Sore red marks already blooming. âItâs late.â
âItâs only like-â Jungkook looks at his watch. â1 am.â
âYeah, late. I have a test in the morning.â
âGo home.â
That was the problem. The two only people you really knew at the party, Mina and Taehyung, snuck off into a grimy bathroom to fuck eachotherâs brains out. That was an hour ago. How long could they really go at it? You explain this to Jungkook with a sigh. âIf theyâre not back in the next twenty minutes, Iâm going to flip.â
âDonât be a buzzkill.â Jungkook chuckles, plopping down on the brown corduroy couch next to you. A drop of alcohol spills over the edge of his red solo cup, landing right on your bare thigh. âYou canât go by yourself?â
âIâm a woman, Jungkook.â
âAh, right,â he nods, thumb brushing away the dark liquid on your skin before putting it in his mouth. Goosebumps form instantaneously as you watch in utter shock. âDonât take this the wrong way, Bambi, but I donât think a dude would touch you with a ten foot pole. Youâre kinda fucking scary.â
You glare at him, fluffy brows furrowed into sharp slants. Deep scowl on your red pout.
âSee?â He laughs, tattooed digits coming up to pinch the baby fat of your cheeks. âCome on, Iâll walk you home.â
âNo,â you huff, slapping his hand away. The subtle touch was enough to feel how surprisingly soft his skin is. âIâll go get Mina and Taehyung-â you scoof, getting up from the tattered material under you.Â
âChill.â His fingers catch the ruffled hem of your dress, knuckles brushing against the back of your thigh.Â
The audacity.
âLet them do their thing. Iâll take care of you.â
âArenât you in the middle of-â your eyes flicker over to Nayeon, who had been attached to Jungkookâs neck all night prior. Sheâs on the opposite side of the room, swaying back and forth, watching him cautiously. No doubt wondering if the illusive man had slipped from her grasp, onto the next girl that caught his fleeting attention. â-A thing?â
âNayeon is cool.â He glances over his shoulder, gnawing on the silver ring on the corner of his lip. He nervously rolls the material of your dress between his thumb and index finger. Your eyes widen at the motion. Why was he being so⌠handsy tonight? âSheâll understand.â
Even from a distance, you can see the disappointed glint in her eyes when he explains that heâs heading out for the night.
The air outside is much nicer. The wind brushes through the cracks in the trees, kissing the leaves with a seemingly soft gust. The brunt of the blow isnât felt until the wind is gone, and the unsuspecting leaves slowly dwindle to the ground. Confused as to how something so delicate and graceful led to their demise.
âUgh, fuck,â Jungkook snarls, sticking out his pink tongue after taking a sip of whatever drink he had been nursing. âShitâs like battery acid.â
You giggle, turning your head to get a better look at him. He looks so pretty in the moonlight. Even prettier than usual, you think. Your eyes dart back to the sidewalk under your feet.Â
âHere,â he passes the plastic cup towards you. âI canât drink anymore.â
âEw, I donât want your backwash, Jeon.â You scoff, holding your balled fists to your chest in disgust.Â
âIâve been known to spit in a mouth every now and then⌠never had any complaints.â
God, heâs so crude.Â
âI told you, I have a test to take.â
âOh please,â he persists. âI take all my tests hungover.â
âWhat tests?â You surrender, finally accepting the poisonous drink. A quick whiff of the mysterious liquid confirms his earlier sentiments. It was most definitely battery acid. âYouâre a photography major.â
âChug! Chug! Chug!â Jungkook chants, pumping his fist in the air for emphasis.
âStop peer pressuring me!â You say exasperatedly, words riddled with broken laughter. Heâs so insufferably annoying but⌠weirdly adorable.
He continues, shouting louder until you down the drink in one big gulp, gagging at the putrid aftertaste. He cheers, no concern for the sleeping students who can surely hear his booming voice through their thin dormitory walls.
âIâm a bad influence on you. Youâre turning into me.âÂ
âYou wish.âÂ
âNot Bambi anymore, hm?â He takes his hat off, ruffling his hair before plopping it onto your head. âGonna have to call you my baby.â
The breeze does nothing to ease the burning in your cheeks. âYouâre an idiot, Jungkook.â
âOh God⌠you sound like my parents,â he laughs. It wasnât the one you had become accustomed to throughout your brief friendship. The high-pitched infectious one that always coaxed a similar sound out of you.Â
This laugh was sarcastic. Devoid of joy.
âIâm so drunk that you look like âem too.âÂ
You glance up from the crushed cup. He looks⌠sad. Youâve never seen Jungkook sad, or even serious for that matter. His lips are pulled into a tight line, chin covered little dents as he tries to contain his emotions.Â
Whatever he was feeling, you never want him to feel it again.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âItâs nothing,â he shakes his head, back pressing against the entrance of your building, prepared to push it open for you.Â
âIt doesnât sound like nothing,â you frown, halting your steps. You canât leave until that heart wrenching expression stops tainting his features.
âMy parents are like⌠old school,â he shrugs, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. âI was so sheltered growing up. I feel like I missed out on a lot and I just⌠they wanted me to go to law school. Can you believe that? Me? A lawyer?â
Jungkook was a person you never expected to relate to. Sure, you were casual friends, but you chalk that up to circumstance. He just so happened to be a friend of your roommateâs boyfriend. Your interactions up until this point had been playful banter. Nothing incredibly deep.Â
Honestly, you didnât even think he was capable of complex emotions.
You feel guilty about that now.
âThey sound like mine,â you admit. âThey completely tie my worth to my academic success.â
âBut youâre good at that. Thinking.â His fingers tap against his temple before rubbing in soothing circles, trying to coax the cogs in his skull to spin. âYouâre the most intelligent person I know and Iâm not just saying that because I like you.â
âThank you,â you peep. Youâve always suspected that Jungkook secretly hated you.
Hate is a strong word and youâre very dramatic.
But nothing about your lifestyles are parallel. Theyâre perpendicular, moving in two completely separate directions. Only crossing paths every now and then.
Too different and incompatible.Â
âMy brain doesnât work like that- watch your step,â he warns, pointing at a divet between the concrete and tile as you finally step inside.Â
âI donât like to think. I like to see. Iâm a visual person.â Heâs talking with so much passion, hands moving about to show you what his words couldnât. You watch in awe.
âThey donât get that. Like when I got these,â he holds his inked arm out for your viewing pleasures. âMy dad bugged out. âYouâll never get a good job with those doodles on your arm.ââ
His tone was so exaggerated that you couldnât help but giggle, shoulder knocking against his as you walked. He laughs too.
âI donât really give a shit about the future. I care about now. I want to experience everything I can, right now. To me, life is about living in the moment. Photography is literally like-â his eyes squint, darting around the hallway as he looks for the right words. âLike- snapshots of the present.â
He got so carried away that he didnât realize you had reached your destination. You blink at him.
âIâm sorry.â he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âThat was stupid,â
âNo!â You lower your voice immediately, embarrassed at your sudden outburst. âI actuallyâŚâ You pause, contemplating your next words.
âI wish I was m-â
âI want to be-â
You both pause this time. Jungkook nods his head towards you, giving you the green light to speak first.
âIn some ways, I wish I was more like you.â
âYeah.â He hums with a soft smile, leaning against your doorframe. So delicate and graceful. âI was gonna say the same thing.â
You gulp, completely and utterly rattled. Your shaky hands fiddle with your keys, struggling to fit them into the lock.Â
Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? Itâs just Jungkook.
He laughs, steadying your jittery hand with his own and helping you slot the metal in.Â
âThank you for walking me home,â you say meekly, avoiding eye contact as you enter the dark room. âFor what itâs worth⌠I think your tattoos are really cool.â
âAnd I think youâre really cute when youâre flustered,â he smirks, backing away from the doorway and waving at you. âGoodnight, Bambi.â
Much to your dismay, the compliment makes your cheeks heat up.
âJungkook, wait! Your hat!â
âNah, keep it!â He shouts down the hallway. âIt looks better on you anyway!â
âJungkook, stop,â you whine, back arching off your white cotton duvet. The soft tongue twisting around your nipple makes it incredibly difficult to focus on your cracked phone screen. âThis episode is important. We meet Sailor Mars.â
âSorry, Bambi,â He grunts, wet mouth reluctantly popping off your stiff bud. âGot distracted.â
Itâs been a little under two month of this. Of you and him.Â
Having sex, exchanging sweet words and touches, going back to just friends. Rinse and repeat.Â
Blissful peaks and exhausting valleys. A rollercoaster of emotions with no logical endpoint in sight. You tried not to think about that part often though.
It was easy to distract yourself from the truth when Jungkook brought you lunch during the gap in his classes, or when he agreed to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety without much pushing. Atleast you could pretend he was yours in those little moments of affection.
You huff, pulling the crumpled t-shirt, his t-shirt, back over your chest. Your heart was still pounding from your last round an hour or so ago, and him casually sucking on your nipple while streaming a cartoon didnât help.
âSheâs your favorite?â He questions, propping his head up on the heel of his hand as he lays on his side. You nod, gaze flickering over to him. His previous activities had made his teddy bear headband slouch forward. You use one of the plush brown ears to pull it back into place.
Although sweet and attentive, Jungkook wasnât immune to the innate disadvantages that came with being a man.Â
Like not knowing how to wash his face properly.Â
You watched in horror a couple weeks ago as scrubbed his face in your bathroom sink. Bangs and all. An order for a cute bear headband, the same brand as your kitty ones, was placed immediately. The way he smiled when you gave it to him would forever be burned into your memory.
âMakes sense,â he hums. âMars is the planet of war.â
You side-eye him, knowing exactly what he was implying with that snide comment. âJust watch the show, Jeon.â
âI am.â His wavering attention turns back to your phone. âI love 90's animation. It was basically all done by hand, see?â He points at the scene behind Usagi; a blue watercolor sky fading into a baby pink. Clearly hand drawn. It was a detail you never noticed before.
âAnd the saturation is higher so the colors look brighter.â
âYour major is showing,â you say, using an eye roll to suppress the smile dancing on your lips. You donât want to disturb the hydrating sheet mask on your face, resting in just the right position. You also donât want to clue him in on how cute you find his artistic rambles.
âSpeaking of that,â he laughs, resting his cheek against your chest, unable to stay in one position for too long. Heâs like that in the bedroom too. You sigh as dry bits of his face mask crumble off his temple and onto the black fabric. Baby steps. âYouâre still coming to the showcase, right?
Jungkookâs big end-of-semester project was to create a photography portfolio on a topic of his choosing. There was going to be a cute little gallery event to display the work of him and his classmates. It was hard not to get your hopes up when he invited you.Â
That was a sign that maybe, just maybe, the feeling was mutual. Right?
âRight,â you answer him curtly. âNow tell me what topic you picked, demon.âÂ
âNah, youâll have to be a good girl and wait,â he grins teasingly, lifting up to steal an airy peck. âBesides, I need to get one more sho-â
Ding.
âThank fuck!â He groans, springing up at the sound of your timer. âThis feels like sandpaper. What the fuck are you doing to my face?â
âOh, donât be a baby,â you scold, pressing pause and tossing your phone onto your bed. Heâd have to meet your favorite character some other time, clearly too distracted and antsy tonight to focus.Â
âBambi,â he says indignantly, pointing straight ahead at Minaâs floor mirror with wide doe eyes. His skin is cracked and painted gray. The reflection is startling to the skincare newbie. âLook at how dry this shit is!â
âJungkook, itâs supposed to look like that. Itâs a clay mask.â You laugh, peeling your more gentle one off and tossing it into the little trash bin near your nightstand. âYou have oily skin, so itâll help clear out your pores and reduce excess sebum production.â
âI donât even know what that means,â he laughs, climbing out of bed and rolling his shoulders, arms numb from laying down too long. Heâs topless. You canât help but eye the way his back muscles pop out with every circular motion.Â
How yummy.Â
âDo you mind if I hop in the shower?â
He doesnât need to ask. Jungkook has become a permanent fixture in your dorm, like the color pink or your twin bed. Whenever Mina is gone, heâs there.Â
His presence is also similar to your bed in the sense that it doesnât extend past the four walls of your room and mind.
A bed is warm, though. Comforting. And you long for it when youâre not in it.
That longing leads your wandering feet into the steamy bathroom.
âJungkook,â you peep softly, knocking gently on the glass door before sliding it open. âCan I join you?â
The unexpected noise makes him jump, a large palm hitting his bare chest with a wet smack. Once his mind registers the sound as your voice though, his body language softens. Your voice so sweet and melodic in his ears. âI would never turn down an opportunity to see your tits. Wet.â
âYou could see them more often if you just fell in love with me already,â you think to yourself, peeling off your cherry-printed thong and oversized shirt before stepping into the warm shower.Â
He looks so dreamy in the sauna of your shower.
Your pupils pause when they land on the unbelievably minuscule nipples that you always tease him for. His cheeks and chest are a soft baby pink. Your favorite color. Whether itâs from the scalding water or him nailing you into the rickety mattress earlier, you canât tell. All the fog makes him look even more heavenly than usual, like an angel descending from the clouds.
Youâre down bad.Â
Thereâs a speck of clay still on his chin, covering that little brown freckle you love so much. You cup the side of his face, thumb swiping away the leftover mask. He leans into your palms, lips chasing your finger to press a soft kiss on the pad of it.
Why must he make things so difficult for you?
 âI got it,â he mumbles, snatching the pink face cloth from your hand and reaching for what his peanut brain thinks is body wash.Â
âJungkook, thatâs shampoo.âÂ
âWhat? No way,â he shakes his head confidently, picking up the slippery green bottle and reading the label with squinted eyes.Â
You were right, of course.
âOh, I fucked up thenâ He smells like lavender and mint. The scent fills your nostrils when he grabs the actual body wash from the bamboo wall shelf, suctioned to the tile near your head. It's the same fragrance of your very fancy, very expensive, shampoo.Â
You glance at the bottle. Itâs nearly empty.Â
âJungkook! Youâre such an idiot!â
âItâs not that deep, Bambi. Relax,â he chuckles nonchalantly.
âItâs not funny!â Read the shower, Jeon. Haircare is no laughing matter. You cross your arms over your chest, titty-viewing privileges revoked until further notice. âThat stuff is expensive, Jungkook. Itâs Paul Mitchell...â
âNot Paul Mitchell,â he humors you, bottom lip jutting out dramatically. His shiny silver lip ring and eyebrow piercing do nothing to aid his faux innocence. âIâll buy you another bottle, I promise. I used it because it reminds me of you. Smells so good.â
Jungkook squeezes the soap onto the pink cloth before running it over your body, lathering the vanilla-scented bubbles on your skin. Hands caressing every part of you so gently, as if youâre the most fragile thing heâs ever dealt with. Afraid to break you in his careless and clumsy palms.
Heâs cleaning you so tenderly that it makes your lovesick heart pound.
Heâs diligent too, squatting down awkwardly to wash your manicured toes, balancing your foot on top of his knee. He lets out an airy laugh when your foot jerks under his sneaky tickling fingers.Â
Even on your most intimate parts, his touch stays pure and delicate. He cups your breasts, cleaning under them and around them. The damp cotton barely ghosts over your nipples. Heâs never been shy to pinch, suck, or even bite them before. It doesnât feel right to him in this context though. He doesnât want to make you uncomfy or ruin the moment by doing or saying something dirty.Â
Sometimes, Jungkook makes you feel so⌠important. So cared for.Â
You cling to him when he washes your back, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into the solid surface of his chest. You stay like that for a moment. Holding eachother under the warm stream of the shower. Savoring it while heâs still with you like this.
Blissful peaks.
The gentle swirls and shapes he draws against your skin lulls you into a trance. All you can hear is his heart beating.Â
Itâs so close but so out of reach.Â
You count the seconds between the faint thumps. So distracted and content that your ears block out the sharp sounds of water hitting tile. All you hear is him.
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
A quick swat to your ass brings you back to reality.Â
You peep out a small moan, jolting forward from the impact.Â
âYou like when I do that,â he deduces, the corner of his lip pulling into a crooked smirk as he massages your stinging behind. âWhen I have my way with you. Donât you, Bambi?â
You nod, cheek still smushed into his wet chest. How humiliating.
âYouâre a lot more submissive than I thought youâd be.â
âYou thought about me before we started hooking up?â You counter, voice taking on a teasing tone to hide the flutter in your chest. He wanted you too. The thought was reassuring.
âMm, maybe.â His hardening cock, brushing right against your inner thigh, tells you the answer. âThe version of you in my head was confident, though. Knew what she wanted and took it.â
He whispers the last part, gaze floating down to your lips and licking his bottom one in preparation. The telltale signs of an incoming smooch. You close your eyes, expecting a sweet kiss-
âI get that youâre still learning how to fuck,â he shrugs. âSo no biggie.â
Asshole. He's taunting you.
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âItâs not a bad thingâŚâ he coos, patronizingly. âJust the Bambi I know would never let a man tell her what to do.â
Any implication of you being compliant and passive, especially to a male counterpart, would normally send you into a rampage. He never understood how someone so kind could also be so viscous. When angry, you were comparable to a fire-breathing dragon, destroying villages and burning people alive with your blazing articulate tongue. Jungkook would never tell you that though, lest you think he was calling you ugly and reptilian.
That couldnât be further from the truth, because he found it so fucking sexy when you were mad. And the bubbles of irritation were already brewing in your stomach.
Youâre falling right into his trap.
âI donât,â you argue through gritted teeth. âAnd I always take what I want.â
âThatâs not true,â Jungkook tutts his tongue at you. âYou want me so bad and you havenât done anything about it.â
Your heart drops. Is it that obvious you have a big fat crush on him?
âWhy donât you show me a little bit, then?â He huffs, voice pleading and whiny. He grabs your hand and guides it around his semi-hard member, engulfing yourâs in his tattooed one. âTouch me how you want.â
Oh, he meant sexually. You let out a sigh of relief.Â
Even partially soft, his cock feels heavy in your hand. Your fingertips barely meet around the shaft, pink mushroom tip poking out of your tiny fist. Two months. Two months of seeing his cock every three to five business days, and youâre still intimidated by the sheer size of him. How could you not be? He was massive.
He knocks his wet forehead against yours. His gaze is trained on his growing cock, tongue fiddling with his lip ring as he focuses. So visual.
Hm. It could be fun to take control. Especially when he was practically begging for it.Â
Jungkook prefers to be the pleasing partner. Foreplay usually consists of him licking and touching every square inch of you until youâre squirming. Youâve never seen him so needy and desperate before.
Most dicks were ugly. Monstrous even. In the flesh, youâve seen a whopping total of three penises throughout your lifetime, Jungkookâs included. A small sample size for your age. But youâve watched enough porn to know that they were anything but aesthetically pleasing.
Youâve always been drawn to the finer, pretty things in life.
And his is so so pretty.
Itâs not overly vascular. The veins running along his shaft are subtle, you can only feel them when you give him a hard tug. His skin is smooth and supple. Pelvis clean-shaven. Despite his little skincare mishaps, you can know he takes good care of himself. Itâs a quality you found extremely attractive.Â
Languidly stroking up, you twist your wrist over the swollen tip. Your grip isnât as tight as he likes and you know it, purposely dragging over the upward curve with an unbearably loose fist. The running water makes the glide easy as you pump him languidly, stopping at the crown and squeezing to give him a little relief.Â
He peeps out a dreamy sigh when a pearl of dew leaks out of the slit. You coo at the sight, using your thumb to smear the wetness around his sensitive head.
A dirty Jungkook-type thought pops into your head.
âPut it in your mouth,â you command, holding your glistening digit in front of his big nose.Â
He hesitates for a moment. Itâs fair. You were literally asking him to taste his own precum. His black pupils dart to your thumb, over to your face, and then back to your thumb.Â
Has he never done this before?
Heâs apprehensive, but fiercely competitive to the core. Never one to turn down a challenge. Youâve known that since you met him, when he nearly had a meltdown over losing a simple game of beer pong.Â
He takes the pad of your thumb into his pink pucker, sucking on it like a sugary lollipop. His lustful eyes lock onto yours when his tongue just barely grazes over your skin. Theyâre pleading, so desperate for your approval.Â
âGood boy⌠now spit.â
You feel his cock twitch against your stomach, wet tip leaving a sticky trail to your belly button. He obliges, letting a string of spit land in your palm. You hum contently, wrapping your hand around his shaft again. Coating him in his own saliva.Â
âI love that,â he moans out, voice so turned on that you have to clench your thighs together for friction. Theyâre already clammy with arousal.
âLove what?â You tease. âPraise or my hand?â
âBoth,â he admits with no hesitation, hips recoiling and subtly thrusting into your palm. He slicks back his bothersome bangs to get a better view.Â
He looks so good with his forehead out.
âDoes that feel good?â
He nods halfheartedly, tunnel-visioned in on the way youâre just fucking milking him. The nasty wet clicking noises filling the air only make his impending orgasm build up quicker. Jungkook has always prided himself on his stamina, but heâs already feeling that overwhelming pooling in his balls.
âAre you gonna cum?â
âYeah, Bambi...â He sighs, mouth dropping when heâs done speaking. Thick brows knitting together. Face contorting in the way it always does when heâs about to bust.
 You tug him hard and fast until heâs teetering on the point of no return-
And then you stop.
The muscles at the base of his cock contract and expand, making it bounce up against his pelvis. The creamy pale skin at the base transitions into a bright red at the tip. So swollen and angry. So ready to cum.
âFuck!â He shouts, slamming the side of his fist against the tile wall, snarled teeth look too ferocious to be bunny-like. The hooded gaze he shoots you is scary, even angrier than his cock.Â
It looks painful.
You feel bad, truly.
But it was a small glimpse of the pain you felt when he blue-balled your love and affection.
âI cum first,â you taunt with a smirk, pressing a gentle peck on his lips. He doesnât reciprocate, pout cemented in a firm straight line. âThen you.â
His tattooed knuckles sneak under your wet hair, curling around the back of your neck. The other is grips on your shoulder, trimmed nails digging into the delicate skin as he shoves you forward. You gasp, bouncing breasts squished against the shower door, cool slippery glass brushing against sensitive nipples.Â
Jungkook usually takes the lead during sex, gently coaching you through the motions until youâre both silly-smiled and starry-eyed in post orgasm bliss. Youâve never seen him so domineering. A sharp juxtaposition to the whiny boy who was desperately seeking words of affirmation a few minutes ago.
His duality has you embarrassingly wet.
âIâm sorry,â he grunts, nuzzling into your shoulder and placing a few gentle, apologetic pecks on your skin. âI donât mean to be so abrasive.â
Abrasive.
That was a big word, for him atleast. His vocabulary has expanded a bit. The thought makes you gleam.Â
âYouâre just-â The words are broken off by an airy chuckle. âIâm so fucked.â
Thereâs no time for you to mull over the hidden meanings of his words. He nudges your legs apart with his knee, muscular thigh pressing right into your sopping sex. You moan at the contact, grinding down on it until itâs rudely snatched away.Â
âIsnât someone greedy?â His voice is muffled, lips preoccupied with kissing a messy trail down your spine before dropping to his knees behind you. Right on the shower floor. âYouâve already cum. Twice.âÂ
You had sex just a few hours. And he did indeed, make you cum twice. Once on his fingers and once around his cock.
It wasn't enough, though. Never enough with him.
âWant more...â
âI know you do, justâŚâ His words dissipate when spreads one cheek to the side, distracted by the mesmorising sight of your glistening slit and puckering hole. âStay still. Let me look at you.â
The lack of sensory information has you on edge. From your position, you canât see him. Only catching blurry glimpses of a tattooed arm when it extends into your field of vision. Itâs hard to hear the nasty declarations that pour out of his mouth over the pitter-patter of water. Thereâs no perceptible clues that help you predict his next movements. You have to wait until you feel them.
His big hands knead your skin, making the fatty parts jiggle with his thumbs resting under each cheek. âWowâŚâ he peeps in admiration before shoving his entire face in your ass, vigorously shaking his head side to side.Â
Heâs so lewd.
You squeak when his sneaky tongue pokes out.
âNoâŚâ
âWhy?âÂ
âThatâs so⌠dirty.â You donât mean you, of course. Even in the drunkest of states, you could execute a ten step skincare routine flawlessly, facial rollers and all. You were referring to the act.
âI mean⌠weâre kinda past that, donât you think?â
You hum a contemplative noise. He had a point.
âDonât you like it, baby?â A soft kiss is placed against the cinched muscle. âWhen I play with you like this?â
Baby.
He hasnât called you that since he walked you home from the party. Your stomach somersaults.Â
âI love it,â you confess with a sigh.
âThen why is it dirty? Iâm just making you feel good, arenât I?â He coos, placing the pad of his thumb on the untouched area. Thereâs no pressure behind it, just light strokes around the rim. âI can make you feel so good, if you just let me do what I want.â
What heâs implying is nerve-wracking. Anal play was something you never even considered dabbling in.
âIâll be gentle, I promise.â
You trust him and youâre consumed by lust, so you give a small nod.Â
âI need to hear you say it.â
âDo whatever you want, Koo⌠anything.â
Thereâs a sharp exhale and then soft fingers massaging tight circles on your clit. You relax into the touch. A tried and true method of making you feel good, and hopefully, ease you into the uncharted waters with little tension. Jungkook lets a string of spit fall between your cheeks, knowing youâll need the extra lubrication.Â
âFu- hmm,â you hum through curled lips when his thick thumb slowly prods in, only up to the first knuckle. Itâs not as painful as you expected. A little strange and unfamiliar, but the stretch was oddly pleasurable. âSâ good.âÂ
âNo one has ever been in here before, right? Only me?â
âOnly you.â You mewl, grinding back into his hand. The confession makes him moan. The thought of defiling you, ruining you, does things to him and to his leaking cock.Â
âMaybe if youâre good, Iâll get you a butt plug.â He pauses, before adding an afterthought. âA small one with a pink gem.â
You donât respond, enjoying the feeling of his hand too much to speak.
âYeah,â he hums to himself. âGonna double dip you one of these days.â
âKoo,â you whine. âPlease do something.â
He canât deny you. Not when thereâs those dreamy, desperate hues in your voice. Jungkook spins, sitting on the ground before shuffling backwards until his back is against the shower door. Positioned directly between your legs. Right under your leaking cunt.
âRide my face,â he whimpers. âPleaseâŚâ
In your limited experience, and via the data youâve collected from third-party sources (Mina), guys only ever beg to receive oral sex.Â
But Jungkook is different. Here he was, fully prepared to devour your pussy like itâs his last meal on death row.
Hopefully the crime committed isnât breaking your heart.
âJungkook, you donât- fuck!â His mouth is on you before you can even finish the sentence. Toned arm wrapped around your thigh, pulling you down onto his thirsty tongue like youâre a refreshing drink on a hot summer day.
The cool metal of his lip ring brushing against your outer lips as he delivered long unhurried licks between them, had your thighs trembling. You were so worked up and heâs barely even touched you.
The position is great, amazing even, but itâs hard to hold him like you want. You twist awkwardly reaching behind you and letting your fingers trace the outline of his sharp jaw. You can literally feel his tongue working under the skin, collecting as much of your sweet dew as possible before swallowing it in big gulps.Â
The combination of your juices and the running water makes Jungkook-
âFeel like I'm drowning,â he laughs, sending hot breaths into your core.Â
You peep an apology before standing on your toes, trying to create some breathing room.
âI didnât tell you to stop.â His free hand grabs your ass, fingertips digging into the plush surface as he pulls you back down. The motion makes his large nose brush against your clit, bulbous tip sneaking under the hood, tickling your most sensitive spot.
âFuck, baby.â you whine, already feeling a sticky hot climax approaching.
âDonât be shy.â The thick thumb, still hooked inside of you, begins rocking back and forth, moving your hips in tandem. Encouraging you to grind onto his face. âUse me.â
Despite the assertive facade, you were deeply insecure. Youâve never felt more liberated, more comfortable, than when Jungkookâs hands were on you, though. Caressing every undesirable part of you. Touching you in ways that made you swoon. Completely worshiping you.Â
With that in mind, you build up the courage to move freely. Humping his face like you do your pillow when youâre alone and needy for him.
You find yourself saying this often with Jungkook, but youâve never felt so good.
Thereâs little muffled moans under the sound of the shower. Between the wet strands of hair, you can see his thick brows pulled in at the middle. Features contorted to form that cute little yummy face he makes every time he eats good food. Or in this case, your pussy.
You giggle deliriously, gently pushing back his wet tresses. Theyâre silky and pliant from your conditioner. Your thumb smoothes over one of his brows in an attempt to tame the angry arch. Afraid to hurt him, you stop immediately when you feel his piercing.Â
The look he gives you when he peers up at you sends you spiraling. Thereâs something so raw behind his eyes.
It almost looks likeâŚ
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â You shout when your orgasm washes over you, hips jerking wildly and uncontrollably. Powerful waves of pleasure run through you. One after the other in rapid succession, leaving your legs shaking and your petite fingers clawing at his scalp.Â
He doesnât stop until you make him, with a fistful of hair and rough yank. Wet lips smacking together as he coos, taking in the sight of the overstimulated body before him. You feel empty when he removes his thumb from your sore hole and climbs to his feet.
âYour mouth,â you whine. âItâs too much.â
âI know,â he hums in agreement, hugging you from behind before continuing with an airy chuckle. âNayeon told me that I have an oral fixation.â
Nayeon.
Your heart drops at the mention of her name.Â
Why was he thinking about Nayeon? Especially now, when he was being intimate with you-
âDonât overthink it,â you tell yourself. It was probably just a flippant comment he made without thinkingâŚ
âOh no,â Jungkook groans dramatically, tattooed hand scrubbing over his face in frustration.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, craning your neck to look at him.
âI only brought one condom,â he says in distraught, emphasizing the one like it was the biggest mistake of his life. âAnd we already used it.â
Hm. Now seems like a good time to ask him the question youâve been avoiding for weeks.
âAre you sleeping with anyone else?â
An eerie pause fills the air. You donât like the way he hesitates.
âNo⌠I always use protection anyways⌠and I just got tested last week.â
You donât like the way he answers. Almost like he didnât want to lie, but he didnât necessarily want to admit the truth either.
You donât push the matter further. You're afraid that if you do, heâll drift away. Float onto the next shiny, less complicated, thing that catches his wandering eyes.Â
âItâs okay. Just fuck me, Jungkook.â
âAre you sure?â He looks at you with wide, sparkly eyes. They appear almost animated, hand drawn in the same style as your favorite cartoon. âWe donât have to. I would never-â
âI want to.â
You just want him.Â
âAre you on the pill?â
âMhm.âÂ
He exhales a sigh of relief, head dropping to thank whatever higher power exists for making this happen. The stars aligned to make this happen. He gets to fuck you now. Raw.
When his hands land on your ass, theyâre shaky and unorganized. You canât tell if itâs from adrenal of excitement. His cock is at the perfect angle to slot between your cheeks without the help of his hands. Jungkook pushes them together, rutting his hips into the tight squeeze, moaning softly when his pink tip pokes out at the top.Â
âNo more teasing,â you huff with a pout.
âPut me in then, sweetheart.â
Another term of endearment. You wonder if heâs doing it on purpose. If he knows how you feel about him and is levying that affection against you. Using sweet words to lull you into any situation of his choosing.
You sigh, reaching between your legs. His couch is so touch-starved from the foreplay, the orgasm you denied him, that the contact makes it jump. You rub the engorged head over your clit, flicking it up and down over the swollen nub.
âThought you said no teasing.â He gruffs, strained and fucked out.
You nod in response, licking your lips as you guide him to your entrance. His heart beating so sternly in his chest that you can feel his pulse in the crown of his cock. So turned out and itâs all because of you.
Your mouth forms an âoâ shape when he slides in slowly. Youâre both so wet from the shower and your own arousals, that thereâs barely any resistance. Just a smooth glide until heâs buried to the hilt. Hushed, needy gasps escaping from both of you.
âAh- fuck,â he grunts, hips jolting forward even though thereâs no more length to give, pelvis mushing into you. You have to brace yourself with flat palms to prevent your head from knocking into the glass. âIâm in love with this pussyâŚâ
The sweet, filthy words make you clench around him.
Jungkook watches with parted lips as he pulls out. Top lip twitching in a snarl when he sees how creamy and shiny you made his cock. You always do, but this is the first time heâs actually witnessing it, feeling it, without any barrier.
âMy favorite pussyâŚâ he whispers, gripping your waist as leverage before he starts pounding into you. Closing his eyes to focus on his rhythm, savoring the way your warm, wet, natural ridges feel on his cock
Even from behind, his curve does wonders on your g-spot. The smooth underside deliciously strokes that sweet spot with every deep plunge. Your breasts bounce when his hips crash into yours, making the very tips of your nipples teasingly brushing against the wet glass. The coolness sends tingles through your burning skin.
âWhen can I really play with you?â He pants. âUse my vibrator until youâre cumming buckets, huh?â
âWhenever we stay at yoursâŚâ
He doesnât respond, leveling you with a simple hum instead.
âNah, I prefer going to the girlâs place-â Jungkook had slurred to Taehyung, projecting his voice over the static of the party. Loud enough for your unsuspecting ears to pick up the sound. âI feel bad for asking them to leave after, so it just makes things easier.â
That was before you started hooking up, but the memory still stings.
A lightbulb turns on Jungkookâs brain as he watches the running water hit your back. He reaches for the shower head, clicking the silver lever three notches to the left. Jet mode.
The ugliest sob rips though your chest when he places it directly on your clit.
âJungkook!â The stream is so powerful that it sends you into a panic. âI canât, I canât, I canât!â
âYes, you can,â his lips are smushed to your temple, trying to shush your cries. âGotta practice for the Hitachi, donât you baby?â
The constant stimulation from the water and his cock makes your orgasm build up much quicker than anticipated. Thereâs wetness on your cheeks. It's not from the splashing water pummeling directly into your clit. You feel so euphoric and overstimulated that youâre crying. Thereâs nothing you can do to stop the unbearable pleasure thatâs coursing through your veins.Â
You nearly blackout when you cum. Vision blurry. Hearing fading in and out. Legs giving out underneath you. Jungkook has to catch you, abruptly dropping the shower head to wrap his big arms around your waist before you plummet to the ground in bliss.
When you can support yourself again, he hangs up the forgotten metal, maneuvering you around until youâre facing him. He picks you up with an inked arm hooked under your thighs, free hand grazing over your back in soothing circles.
âI didnât push you too far, did I?â He asks worriedly.
You shake your head. He did, but you absolutely loved it. You peep when you feel the tip of his cook, still achingly hard, against your backside. âWhat about you?â
âDonât worry.â
âNo,â you protest. âWant you to cum too.â
He looks at you, gnawing on his bottom lip like heâs contemplating something. âIâll be quick.â
Jungkook lays you down on the shower floor gently, the same way he does on your twin bed. A grimace laces through your features. Over the last month, youâve been swamped with homework, putting a wedge in your normal routine. The last time you cleaned out the shower was two whole weeks ago.
Disgusting.
All complaints are forgotten when heâs inside of you, though. You would brace the bacteria and germs to have Jungkook between your legs.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he huffs, admiring the way your hair fans out across the white porcelain. Leaning forward, Jungkook presses his entire weight on top of you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. Thereâs a gust of wind on your shoulder as he breathes in your scent.Â
The whole atmosphere feels different.
The slow sensual grind of his hips makes you dizzy. You swear youâre hallucinating when you feel his hands graze up your arms, fingers interlocking with yours.Â
âLook at me.â
You crane your neck, wide eyes meeting his hooded ones. You breath hitches in your throat when you take in his expression. Heâs looking at you the same way he did earlier.
If you didnât know better, you would say heâs looking at you like heâs in love with you.
âIâm close,â he whispers, nudging his forehead against yours. He kisses you so delicately. Thereâs no heady teeth or rushed tongues. Just a sweet, soft kiss. âWhere do you want it?â
âInside.â
When he cums, itâs gentle and low. His hips never falter from their slow pace like they usually do when he climaxes. He doesnât moan lewdly or say anything dirty. He just stays clung to you, panting softly until he rides out his high.
You feel so warm and happy when he fills you up.Â
He stays on top of you while he catches his breath. You donât mind, petite hands scratching over his back. Listening to the calming, rain-like sounds of the shower.
âDo you want to go to bed?â You peep after a few minutes.
âI canât sleepover tonight, Bambi,â he coos, sitting back on his knees. You feel empty when he pulls out. âI have a test tomorrow.â
âOh⌠well, youâre still coming over tomorrow, right? So can we finish the season?â You question, recalling the pinky promise he made you last week.
âRaincheck,â he pouts. âI have something to do for one of my classes.â
You follow him to the door once youâre both dried off and dressed.
âGoodnight,â he places a dramatic kiss on the top of your head, pulling away with a little âmuahâ sound. Something in the corner of your room catches his eye before he leaves. âDid you steal my hat?â
Your eyes follow his finger, pointing straight to the black bucket hat on your desk.
âYou gave it to me.â
âI did?â He looks at you in confusion. âI donât remember that.â
âFuck off,â you groan, cocooning your blanket over your disturbed ears. You wanted nothing more than to rewatch Sailor Moon and mope, but the fireworks would not fucking stop. Where is campus police? And why are they letting dumb frat boys light off explosives?
You sigh, watching Usagi and Rei fight over Tuxedo Mask again. You know what the outcome will be. The thought of your favorite character falling victim to the unforgiving strain of unrequited love makes your heart hurt.
You tilt your head. Tuxedo Mask kinda looks like someone you know.Â
The show was supposed to be distracting, make you forget the fact that you got stood up but a guy youâve been crushing on for months. But even your alone time has become daunting. Consumed by him. Everything reminds you of Jungkook.Â
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
You sigh, closing out the app in favor of scrolling through Instagram. The first picture you see on your feed is of Nayeon. Just your luck.
It was posted two minutes ago. You recognize the ugly brown couch in the background. Sheâs clearly at a party, form-fitting black mini dress complimenting her figure perfectly.Â
Your self-loathing mind guides your self-loathing fingers to zoom in on every little detail and compare yourself to her. Pretty hair. Perfect makeup. Tiny waist that curves out into her full hips. Long legs. Jungkook. Straight, pearly white teeth. Nice jawline-
Jungkook?
You do a double take, eyes scanning the photo until the land on him again. Heâs lingering in the background, back against the wall, looking down at his phone. You stay zoomed in on him for a while, staring at your phone screen until your vision goes blurry.Â
Every doubt and insecurity youâve harbored over the last few months hits you in a drowning, suffocating wave.Â
Exhausting valleys.
Why did you even agree to this? This stupid friends with benefits relationship.
You knew you would get hurt, but you didnât think it would hurt this bad. Not only did he lie to you, he was with Nayeon.
Nayeon. You canât fucking stand her-
You shake your head furiously and throw your phone to the foot of your bed.Â
You donât mean thatâŚ
Since when were you the type to hate another woman over a dumb guy? Or have unprotected sex? Or let someone so careless and selfish infiltrate your heart and mind?
How could you compare yourself to Nayeon when you two are in the exact same position?
You think about the night you fell for him, when he walked you home in the moonlight. She must have felt the same you do now. Youâre similar in your desire to be with him, knowing you'll get hurt in the end.
Because being with Jungkook for a little while was better than not being with him at all.
Itâs his eyes. Theyâre dark but so tender. The way they look at you like youâre the only thing that matters. The way they glow when he talks about things that interest him. Or how they dart up towards his forehead when he canât find the right words to say-
â__?â Mina calls, standing in the doorway with a takeout bag. You hadnât even noticed her come in. âWhy are you crying?â
âHuh?â You peep, eyes fluttering down to the little wet spots on your blanket.Â
Without even realizing it, you had grown to love Jungkook so much.Â
You spent the rest of the night sobbing in Minaâs arms.
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