My Ultimate bias is Jongseob, My bias is Keeho, My bias wrecker is Soul, My rent frees are Intak, Theo, & Jiung.
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ᯓ an — jongseob being the secret freak in piwon? of course i was going to hop on that
READ PART 2 HERE — MASTERLIST
“Jiung, open the damn door. I need to pee!”
“Well, so do I!”
You grunt out in frustration, banging on the door again but you get no response. “Damn it,” you mutter under your breath, cursing yourself for having that last beer as you look around the hall.
Jongseob’s door is cracked open. If you remember right, he has his own bathroom attached to his bedroom.
You don’t bother asking for permission; you’re well past those niceties and he’s too caught up in kicking Keeho’s ass in Mario Kart.
So you abandon your post by the powder room and shove your way into his bedroom frantically.
You only pause for a second to take in the surprisingly neat aesthetic of his room. But then your bladder pulses threateningly so you abandon your admiration and beeline to the door adjacent to the entrance.
As soon as you open the door, your stomach falls and peeing becomes the last of your worries.
You should’ve just waited for Jiung.
Because there, hanging from the curtain rod where curtains should be, are ropes and leather binds and—and fur-lined handcuffs?
They’re all black, some with silver hoops and rings, and the only thing going through your mind is who is stowing their bondage shit in Jongseob’s room?
Your first thought is immediately Soul, but then Soul would probably hang them around his apartment loud and proud.
Theo? No, also loud and proud.
Keeho doesn’t strike you as the type and Intak wouldn’t be the one doing the tying, unless he had them on the ready for his partners to use on him.
Jiung… is a bit of an enigma but he would be the type to lock this stuff away in a safe somewhere if he had people over.
Jongseob doesn’t have any other friends so that just leaves you with… Jongseob.
Your stomach falls again.
Is Jongseob a secret fucking freak?
The thought shakes you so violently that you jump back and slam the door shut.
You feel cold. And hot. And like you’re dizzy and about to fall. You need to get out of here.
So you book it out of his room, crashing right into Jiung as he steps out into the hall.
“Woah!” He exclaims, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you up to your feet when you nearly go tumbling down with him. “Bathrooms free, you can—are you okay?”
You blink up at his concerned eyes as he flattens his palm against your forehead.
“You look a little pale. Are you nauseous?”
You swat him away, stepping back and brushing yourself down as heat rises to your cheeks. “I’m fine,” you huff, shoving past him to go back into the ruckus in the living room.
Jiung follows after you. “Don’t you need to pee?”
But you don’t hear him anymore, your eyes immediately landing on where Jongseob is trying to sabotage Keeho by reaching over his own controller to fuck with him.
He looks so bright and cheery, giggling all sunshine and rainbows.
Definitely not like some sort of bondage master.
“Noona?” Soul asks from where he’s sitting on the couch. He holds a fresh beer can up to you in a silent offer.
You shake your head, slipping into the free spot beside him and Theo, on your other side, immediately takes his chance to throw his legs on your lap.
Your eyes stay on Jongseob. And your mind stays on thoughts of those ropes. On those ropes, in Jongseob’s hands. What he would do with them, who he would do those things to.
Safe to say, you go into a silent spiral. One that keeps you so preoccupied that you don’t even notice it when everyone has gotten up to leave.
“Hey,” Keeho’s voice rings, fingers snapping in front of your face. “We’re gonna head out. You stay here until you’re ready to drive home.”
You blink out of your daze, tilting your head up to look at him. “Huh?”
“Jongseob has your keys,” Theo says from behind him. “He’s under order not to give them to you when you don’t look like you’ll throw up on yourself.”
You open your mouth to protest but Keeho starts shoving Theo to the door where Jiung, Soul, and Intak are already wrapped up and ready to go.
“Wait, I can go home!” You try to argue and pull up to your feet, but a hand, slim and surprisingly strong, pushes on your shoulder to sit you right back down.
“You’re staying,” Jongseob says from behind you, before turning his attention to bid the others goodbye as they filter out of the apartment one by one.
And then you’re alone. With Jongseob.
Jongseob, the apparent bondage master.
Jongseob rounds the couch to tidy up the bits of his living room that are still left askewed even after the group effort to clean up.
And you watch him, his nimble fingers as he deftly fixes the position of his knick knacks on the coffee table and tv stand.
He’s always been good with his hands. You wonder if it’s because…
“I saw your bondage stuff in your bathroom,” you blurt against your will.
Jongseob freezes where he stands. Then he looks over his shoulder at you, and although he doesn’t look nearly as affected as you expect, there’s a tinge of red at the tips of his ear.
“What were you doing in my room?”
“Had to pee.”
He raises his brow. “Didn’t think to ask me first before going in there?”
You swallow, curling in on yourself at the reprimanding look in his eye. Does he look at his— stop.
“Sorry,” you say, then tack on like your brain just wants you to make everything worse than it needs to be. “Master.”
He glares at you before he moves on to fix the cushions of his couch. “You think it’s funny,” he says, watching you purse your lips to smother your giggle from the corner of his eye.
“No, not funny,” you say, wrapping your arms around your knees. “Just… shocked. You don’t seem like the type. You’re all shy and nerdy, ya know.”
Well, now that you think about it, it really always is the shy, nerdy type, isn’t it?
Jongseob seems to agree, if the little smirk he gets on his lips is anything to go by. “Believe what you want,” he says before moving on to his attached kitchen. “Tea?”
“I’m good.”
He’s being surprisingly casual about this. The Jongseob you know, or thought you knew, would stumble and babble his way through an embarrassed explanation.
But the way he just owns it is… a little headspinning. And it gets you thinking.
“So, are you a dom or a sub?”
You expect that to be his ticket to kick you out of his apartment.
But he answers with a calm, “I usually dom.”
“Ah.”
The whistle of the kettle takes over the silence as you’re left to your wandering thoughts.
“Can I try?”
There’s a clatter of glass against countertop then a sharp curse before a puzzled, “What?”
You rise to your knees on the couch, turning around to face his baffled expression on the other side of the counter that divides his kitchen and living room.
You didn’t even mean to ask it. But you can’t lie that your curiosity is killing you. You want to—no, need to see him in action.
“You heard me,” you state, folding your arms over the back cushions. “I want to try.”
He narrows his eyes at you. “This isn’t something you just try. Bondage is complicated, it’s not just some sex thing that you’re probably thinking it is.”
“Okay, then teach me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
He stares at you for a moment that stretches long enough to make you think that maybe this was a bad idea and you should just get up and run away.
But then he starts walking over to you, slow and leisurely as he eyes you to gauge just how serious you are, and the fact that it makes you feel a little bit like prey keeps you glued to your place.
He stops in front of you, placing hands on either side of you on the cushions. “Do you understand what you’re asking for?”
You swallow, unable to speak as you stare up at him, frozen under the intensity of his gaze. “Yes?” You not-so-answer.
“You want to try bondage?” He asks, raising a brow. “You want me to tie you up. Is that it?”
You take in a shaky breath, squirming in your spot. “I-I guess I just want to see you in action.”
“As a dom?”
“…I suppose.”
“And you’re willing to be my sub?”
You pause. You didn’t think about it like that. But now that you are thinking about it, the answer couldn’t come quicker.
“Yes.”
His brows raise, like he hadn’t expected such an emphatic answer. But a smile, small and satisfied, lifts on his lips.
“Do you trust me?”
This answer comes instinctively. “I do.”
His smile lifts higher. “Good,” he pauses, letting his eyes roam over your face for a moment. “And if things get… sexual?”
You frown, puzzled. “Isn’t bondage sexual?”
“Not inherently,” he says, folding his arms against yours and lowering just enough so you can feel his breath brush against you as he speaks. “It can be therapeutic for a lot of people. A way to relax, let go of power and responsibility.” He raises a hand to brush a stray strand of your hair back, his fingertips a light breeze against your prickling skin. “As the dominant, it’s my job to guide my submissive safely into that mindset. To let them relinquish power to someone they trust so they can just… be.”
Maybe it’s the cadence of his deep voice, or the soft way that he speaks, or the gentle way that his thumb caresses your cheek. But you think you can already feel the kind of power he can hold. The kind that brings people under. Because even just listening to him now, like he’s guiding you through this conversation, you feel some of the threads of your own control slip into his hand.
“Sometimes it’s just that,” he adds quietly, his finger tracing down the slope of your jaw before resting under your chin. “Sometimes it’s more.”
You feel stuck under his gaze, warm and all encompassing.
“It’s whatever you want,” he mumbles.
More. Your brain screams at you.
“I want more,” you say.
His fingers wrap around your chin in a grip that doesn’t feel as considerate as his words. You wonder distantly if you’ve gotten yourself caught in a trap.
“Good,” he murmurs, thumb digging into the divot under your lower lip, forcing your mouth to part for him. “I was wondering when the day would come.”
You don’t get the chance, or have much of a mind, to process what that might mean because you’re quickly reminded of your bladder issue.
“Bathroom,” you say, and it’s so abrupt that he stares at you before breaking into a soft laugh.
He lets go of you and steps back, but that cocksure smirk of his lies waiting on his lips. “Meet me in my room.”
You take your time in the bathroom to reel in your racing mind and your racing heart.
You’re about to fuck one of your best friends. At least, you think you are. You didn’t think it was something you wanted but now that you know it’s an option, it’s all that you can think of, all that you find yourself wanting as you pad down the hallway to his bedroom.
His door is cracked open. You don’t hear anything on the other side.
You expected him to be the type to have on a playlist. Well, maybe he does whenever he goes vanilla. Does he do vanilla? Or is he strictly—okay, now is not the time.
You shake your head, taking a steadying breath as you reach for the doorknob and step into the fate you’ve stumbled yourself into.
There’s rope on the bed. Four neat coils of sturdy black rope on the bed, just waiting for you. No sight of leather or silver rings or handcuffs.
Jongseob stands across the bed, leaning back against his dresser as he coils a fifth length of rope around his hand.
He looks up at you when you step through the door, smiling at the blank look on your face.
“Sit,” he tells you, nodding over to the empty space he left for you at the foot of the bed.
Even just that simple command has your head reeling. Are you really that easy?
You make your way over on weak knees, sitting yourself down and looking up at him across from you.
And suddenly this all starts to feel real and not just some distant fantasy that brewed in your head borne out of childish curiosity.
He leaves you stewing in your anticipation for a few moments longer as he wrings his hands around the rope, letting his eyes rake over you. Even the way he looks at you exudes a quiet sense of control. It’s not obvious, but it’s there. You feel it in the way he doesn’t let his eyes stray from you even once, no inkling of nervousness or otherwise from his end.
“Do you know what a safeword is?” Is what he finally says to you.
You watch the way his fingers work around the rope before he holds it casually at his front, waiting for your answer.
“Yes,” you say quickly when you realize you’ve taken too long.
He chuckles, a little amused. “Are you feeling shy?”
“No,” you snap, shuffling in your seat. You pout when he raises a disbelieving brow at you, twisting your hands in your lap. “Just didn’t think you’d actually agree.”
“We don’t have to go through with—“
“I want to,” you cut in.
He stops, nodding as he licks his tongue over his smile. “Okay. Then in the case that you do want to stop at any point, we need a system. Do you know the traffic light system?”
“I do.”
He nods, moving over to place the final coil of rope with the others on the bed. “Explain it to me,” he says before moving back with his hands in his pockets.
You don’t know how he’s being so casual about this. But his nonchalance to it all makes you feel hot, makes that pressure between your hips grow present.
“When you ask me for a colour, I answer with green, yellow, or red,” you start, and only when he nods do you continue, “Green for go, yellow for slow, red for stop.”
“Good,” he says with a smile, and even just that bit of approval makes your heart flutter. “Do you know what shibari is?”
“I do.”
“That’s what I’ll be doing to you tonight.”
You glance to your left at all the coils of rope he’s got splayed out beside you. “So no leather, no chains?”
“Not tonight,” he says and that implication goes lost on you when he leans against his dresser, nods his chin at you, and says, “Take off your clothes.”
Your breath hitches, cheeks burning hot. Right. This is happening.
You take a steadying breath before you rise to your feet, reaching for the hem of your shirt. You meet his eyes a final time before you pull it off your body.
His gaze stays locked on you as you undress, and you wouldn’t think he was affected at all by his impassive expression if it weren’t for the tinge of red on his cheeks and the hard bob of his Adam’s apple.
You leave your clothes at the corner of his bed, not yet meeting his eye as you wait for further instruction.
“Good,” he breathes as he makes his way closer, reaching around you to pick up a coil of rope that he unwinds and folds in half. “Turn around.”
Again, the simple instruction leaves you feeling more affected than you should. You do as you’re told regardless.
“Hold your arms up and out,” he murmurs, humming in approval when you do.
You feel him step closer, the heat of his body like a physical weight against your bare skin. Then he reached around you to wrap the first length of rope around your upper chest, tying it at your back. It’s firm against your skin, but not uncomfortable or scratchy like you’d expected.
You feel his finger slip between your skin and the rope before tugging to test its sturdiness.
“Not too tight?” He asks and you shake your head.
“No,” you mumble. “It… actually feels nice.”
His palm presses into the side of your waist as he reaches around you to pick up another coil of rope. “That’s good,” he hums before the warmth of his hand is gone and the new stretch of rope comes around you.
Each new knot and loop that he adds to your body leaves you feeling more and more like you’re slipping further under his hand. You start to understand what he’d been trying to explain; the expulsion of power, and the appeal behind the notion.
All you can do is stand there as he puts together what can only be explained as a harness around your chest and your shoulders in intricate, symmetric shapes. He moves around your body here and there to check his knots and keep track of his work, all concentrated and stern the way he works his nimble fingers around you.
He takes this seriously. It makes you feel more at ease.
“Colour?” He asks you when he’s done with your chest, and it takes you a moment to get your senses together to answer.
“Green.”
He hums then uses his hands to bring your arms down. He picks up the third coil of rope and uses it to tie your upper arms down to the loops made at the sides of your upper torso, elbows bent to bind your forearms and hands together at your back.
His work is sturdy. There’s not much space for any movement when you give the binds an experimental tug.
“You okay?” He asks when he notices you wriggling.
“Y-Yeah, just…” You flush, relaxing under the ties. “Impressed.”
He smirks softly as he comes to stand in front of you, hooking his finger under the rope between your breasts and tugging lightly to test it. His eyes take you in, lingering at your chest before he reaches for another rope. You feel hot all over, exposed like this under his prying eyes.
The heat of his hand brushes against your thigh. “Part your legs a little for me,” he says gently, and you quickly comply, watching him as he snakes the rope around your legs and hips, framing your ass and your cunt, circling around your upper thighs.
It takes great effort to hold in your noises when you feel his hands nearly brush against the intimate parts of you. There’s no doubt you’re wet already, way too turned on than you should be with just some rope around your body. But you don’t need him to know that.
He does the fifth and final rope in intricate knots to connect the ones between your chest and your thighs, wrapping everything up in a neat little design that you can’t really see.
When he’s done, he moves to stand in front of you, letting his eyes drink you in.
“You look pretty like this,” he murmurs, hands brushing down your body before settling at your hips.
You make a soft, inadvertent noise when his fingers hook under the rope just to feel and appreciate his work.
“How’s it feel?” He asks you, one hand sliding up your body to cup under the swell of your breast.
It’s a simple touch that makes you want nothing more than for him to keep touching you, to take advantage of you in a state like this. Like you’re presented to him, all for his own pleasure.
“Feels good,” you murmur. “Green.”
He hums, satisfied. He moves his hand up, kneading your chest before pressing his thumb into your nipple. You gasp at the sensation as he starts to languidly circle it to a stiff peak.
“You’re a lot more pliant than I thought you’d be,” he muses, lifting his other hand to give your other breast the same attention. “I thought I’d have to teach you some manners.”
You swallow down a moan but it comes out in a whine anyways when he pinches your nipples, tugging at them once before his hands settle on your waist again.
“Wanna be good,” you manage to say, and the way he smirks at you gives you the ridiculous urge to drop to your knees and call him master.
“Yeah?” He asks, tongue flicking over his lower lip. “Wanna be a good girl for me?”
The words rush to your head and make your needy cunt throb. You nod immediately, never mind the fact that it’s probably pathetic how quickly you’re giving into him.
His fingers dig into your flesh between the ropes. “Use your words, pretty girl.”
“Yes,” you say immediately. “Wanna be good for you.”
“Good,” he whispers, eyes darkening as they rake down your figure again. “Lets start by getting you on the bed, hm?”
You nod and he moves around you, taking hold of the knot between your shoulder blades to steer you onto the bed, guiding you to the head of it before he handles you onto your side.
You go willingly, not that you have much of a choice under all the binds. But you welcome the lack of choice, the lack of a need to do anything. Because Jongseob is there to do it for you.
“Can I take a picture?” He suddenly asks you. You follow him with your eyes as he rounds to the foot of the bed, his eyes not leaving you once. “A Polaroid. Just one without your face. If you decide you don’t like it after everything then you can burn it.”
The thought of Jongseob wanting to have you immortalized like this does questionable things to your mindset. And you don’t hate the idea of seeing what you look like through his eyes.
So you agree. “You can.”
He doesn’t waste time, digging out his camera from his dresser before he steps back into place.
“Say cheese,” he teases once he lifts the camera, pointing his lens at you.
You giggle softly, complying despite it being completely useless as he snaps the picture.
You blink your eyes clear of the flash as he rounds the bed and places the camera and printed film on his bedside table.
Distantly, you wonder just how many pictures he has like that in his collection.
You don’t get much time to mull over it when he knees his way onto the bed. It hits you that he’s still fully dressed in his dark slacks and oversized black button up, and you’re only in rope.
It feels a little humiliating. And it only makes you more wet.
Without another word, Jongseob puts his hand on your hip and rolls you as far onto your back as he can given that your arms are in the way.
He seems completely mesmerized by the sight of you on his bed like this, eyes greedy as they drink you in.
“I couldn’t be more glad for someone invading my privacy,” he mutters under his breath, sliding a hand under your thigh to part your legs.
You hiss at the cold brush of air as you’re exposed. He only grins when he catches sight of the state you’re in.
“Looks like I’m not the only one either,” he chuckles.
You mewl in embarrassment, turning your head to bury into his pillow but he catches your chin, turning you not-so-gently to bring your eyes back to him.
His smile is gone, replaced by a stern, hard look that does nothing to help the mess between your legs.
“Eyes on me,” he tells you, right before he passes two of his fingers through your slick folds.
The feeling it sends through you feels all the more intense than it normally would from something so simple.
You gasp, body jerking under your binds when his fingers swipe through again to gather your slick. When your head tries to fall back, his grip on you tightens to bring your rolling eyes back onto him.
That hard expression stays on his face as he watches you intently, taking in every shift in your expression.
“Colour.”
It takes you a second to process but you whimper out an emphatic, “Green.”
He hums, then uses his slick covered fingers to start circling your clit.
Your body trembles under the sensation, short moans leaving your lips but you don’t make the mistake of trying to look away from him again.
He lets go of your chin, opting instead to hold up your thigh when your legs try to close.
“You’re dripping so much already,” he says with a small smirk, eyes shifting back down to your twitching cunt. “Just from being tied up?”
You whine, starting to writhe as his fingers pick up the pace, flicking rapidly against your throbbing nub. “Can’t—nngh—help it.”
“Of course you can’t.” He laughs, short and low. “Keep your legs apart.”
You don’t get much time to process the order before he lets go of your thigh, his hands shifting so the thumb of his left finds its way to your clit while the middle of his right starts teasing at your entrance.
Your legs move to close at the sudden onslaught of simulation but one of his hands comes down on your inner thigh with a sharp smack that has you yelping, a stinging sensation left lingering on that sensitive skin.
“What did I say?” He snaps at you and you whimper, forcing your legs open, struggling to keep your bleary eyes open and on him. “Good.” His hands move back to your cunt but they remain still. “Colour?”
You swallow. Your entire body trembles but it’s nothing if not excitement and anticipation for more.
“Green,” you breathe and his fingers spur back to life, thumb circling your clit in quick, tight circles as his finger starts pushing into your hole.
You don’t bother trying to stifle the whines and gasps that tumble from your lips, knowing he’d probably reprimand you if you tried.
Your body lies taut under the ropes, twitching and writhing uselessly. It’s just like you wanted; you’re left pliant for him to use however he likes.
His finger sheathes fully inside of you, staying pushed in for a moment before he starts to slowly fuck it in and out. The filthy sounds from how slick you are makes you want to turn and hide and close your legs, but you don’t.
You stay good, keeping yourself open for him as he fingers you towards your climax with an almost clinical focus with his eyes latched onto the way your pussy swallows him in.
“Fucking gushing around me,” he mutters, slowing his fingers down just to watch how your slick gathers at the base of his knuckles.
Then he pulls out and instead pushes two of his long fingers all the way in.
You moan, head rolling back, but he doesn’t reprimand you this time, too focused on fucking you with his fingers. He doesn’t stop this time, working his way up to eventually push three fingers into you.
The stretch is mind-numbingly good, better than anything you’ve been able to do to yourself and far better than anyone else has ever done for you.
Maybe it's the situation. Maybe it’s the position he has you in. But whatever it is, it drives you to your climax faster than normal.
You clench around his fingers, and he sees it in the way that you flutter around each thrust that you’re close.
“Close already?” He asks with a crooked grin, seeming all too pleased with himself. “I just got started.”
You whine, hips jerking under him when his thumb presses into your clit. “S-Seob, please, don’t stop, ‘m gonna…”
Your words give way to high, frantic whines as he pushes you right to the edge.
Only to pull away as soon as you were about to tip off.
You cry out in frustration when the warmth of his fingers pull away and you’re left empty and pulsing around nothing.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, looking down at you with a smile that is anything but warm. “Did you think you were at liberty to tell me what to do?”
Your veins run cold at the sudden shift in his tone. It’s icy, just like his gaze as he looks down at you. It’s rampant with a hunger of his own, but it’s a hunger to see you ruined than to fuck you the way you want.
He clicks his tongue. “Guess you do need to be taught a thing or two.”
Before you know it, you’re on your knees. He uses the robes to grab and move you, pushing your face down into your pillow with one hand on the rope between your shoulders while the other drags your hips up.
He lets out a breath, slow and shaky, at the sight of you being presented to him like this.
“You were made to be put like this, weren’t you?” He coos, large hand cupping your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
He hooks his fingers under one of the ropes framing your cunt, tugging at it to pull you flush against the hard ridge of his boner through his slacks. He grinds forward with a breathy groan, pushing him further into you.
“Feel that?”
You whimper, rolling your hips back for more of that pressure but he only pulls back with a chuckle.
“You’re a needy thing,” you hear him mumble, followed by the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone.
You wait with bated breath as you listen to the shuffle of clothes, aching more and more with each second that goes by that your needy cunt goes neglected.
“Seob,” you whine when nothing still happens.
“Thought you wanted to be a good girl, hm? Good girls are patient.”
You let out a frustrated breath that borders on a sob, turning to bury your face further into his pillow as you lay there, waiting.
Until you feel the blunt head of his cock press right against your clit.
You bristle, but his hands bear down on your hips to hold you still as he clicks his tongue. “You’re flighty. Colour?”
“Green,” you muffle out, not even bothering to hide the desperate tone in your voice.
He chuckles at it, starting to guide his cock through the slick mess of your folds though not yet sating your ache to be filled.
But you don’t dare make a peep about it, afraid that he would just string it out even longer if you did.
So you just take it as he traces his tip through every crevice of your cunt, pushing against your entrance just to pull away and guide himself down to your clit, circling you there, then gliding all the way back up to the base before repeating it in a torturous routine.
It’s a mind reeling game that leaves you panting and quivering and dripping for five, ten, however many minutes as he just teases you like this.
It doesn’t matter that he’s desperate to sink his aching cock into the warm, velvety walls that are literally weeping for him. He needs to know that you understand just how this works.
When it seems that you do, when you’re just whining mindlessly and drooling into his pillow and just taking his teasing with no complaints, he finally gives in.
He presses in, just until the tip, and pauses, watching as your pliant body seems to liven back up under the stretch, bristling under the binds.
You whimper his name so softly, but that’s all that comes. No begging for more, no trying to fuck yourself back on to him. Just simple reaction to whatever he’s giving you, with no other choice but to just take it.
“Good girl,” he breathes, manic at the prospect of breaking you in so easily, before he lets himself sink all the way in.
You moan, loud and broken at the feeling of finally being stretched to the brim.
There’s no more waiting. He starts fucking you with intent, holding on to the knots keeping your arms together as he drives his cock into you at a steady pace.
He’s long and curved perfectly to brush against that sweet spot in you with each precise thrust, pushing you closer to your lost climax quicker than you could’ve hoped for.
You lay there and take it, sobbing his name into the pillow as you take every bit of overwhelming pleasure.
He breathes your name, quiet and reverent as he fucks you at a relentless pace. “So good,” he gasps, his free hand coming around to tweak at your nipple, his pace never once wavering. “Taking me so well, aren’t you?”
“Good,” your mumble and he has to strain to hear your muffled, fucked out voice. “F’r you.”
It makes him manic.
His cock pulses inside your gummy walls and he curses, his pace starting to falter. “Fuck, pretty, ‘m gonna cum,” he breathes. He’s about to pull out, picturing the image of his cum trickling against your back, a stark colour against the black ropes, when your voice cuts in.
“In me…” You muffle through your sobs. “Seob—in me…”
And fuck, who is he to deny a pretty beggar?
He groans, plastering himself to your back, both hands clutching onto your tits as he drives his cock into you with a renewed force.
“Cum with me,” he breathes into your hair, and it’s enough to have you pulsing around him, enough to have him spilling inside of you.
He collapses from the effort, grunting as he milks every bit of himself into you, arms coming down to wrap around your waist as he rocks you both through the high.
The moment stills, a tangle of breathless bodies and heated air.
He wants to just lay there and bask in the afterglow, but he knows he has work to do, especially when he feels you go limp in his arms.
Slowly, he pulls out, hissing from the sensitivity before laying you on your side and lifting off of you.
But as soon as he detaches from you, you bristle with a whine, eyes going wide and panicked as they search for him through the blur.
“Seob? No, don’t,” you whimper, reaching out to clutch at him.
Oh, you’re gone.
He immediately lowers himself down, tucking his body over you and brushing your sweaty hair out of your face. “I’m right here, pretty. Not going anywhere. Just gonna get these ropes off of you, okay?”
It takes a moment for the words to process, but when they do, he goes to work, making sure to stay as physically connected to you as possible even if it is just a clumsy press of bodies.
The ropes come off of you one by one, and he drops them to the floor without care. It doesn’t even bother him that he’ll have to wash them again today.
He soothes his hands over your arms when he gets them free, almost mourning having to undo all his work—you looked so pretty under all of it—but he hopes he’ll get to keep his picture at least.
Actually, he hopes he’ll get to have you like this again. But that’s a worry for after, because you’re starting to doze off already and he can’t have that just yet.
Once you’re free of the ropes, he gently tugs your body to lay on your back, the movement shaking you awake.
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” he says, watching you blink your eyes open for him. “Good, just like that.”
He smiles fondly when you drop your face into his chest, scratching into your hair affectionately before he reaches over you for the wet wipes he keeps at his bedside.
Cleaning you up is a bit of a task when you keep flinching away and swatting at him but once it’s done, he tucks you against his chest and under the blanket.
“You’re a freak.”
Okay, maybe you’re not that under.
“Oh yeah?” He asks with a cocky grin. “You seemed to like it though.”
You lift your head to glare at him, your previous daze seeming faraway. “I’m sorry, has anyone not liked that?”
He shrugs. “Some don’t.” He doesn’t know what to make of the slow blink you give him. “What?”
“You’re a slut,” you say simply.
He laughs, knowing you well enough to know it’s not malicious. A little judgemental, maybe, but he’s judged you about your sex life before so he’s not one to speak.
“I suppose I am,” he says sheepishly, dropping his head back to look up at the ceiling.
“…What’s with the cuddling?”
“Aftercare.”
“Ah.”
“Hate it?”
You shuffle further into his arms and he takes that as your silent answer. He holds you close, relishing in your warm skin against his.
After another silent moment, his eyes drift over to the Polaroid that waits at his bedside table. He itches to reach over and take a peak. But he won’t until—
“You can keep the picture,” you tell him, like you’re reading his mind. “But you show it to anyone and I’m telling Shota his best friend is a huge freak.”
“Shota?” Jongseob snorts. “Who the hell do you think got me into this in the first place?”
There’s silence. Then you bristle, pushing yourself off of him to sit up and stare down at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“Honour code,” he says cheekily, pretending to zip his lips shut. “Freaks don’t divulge each other's freak practices.”
You drop back down beside him with an exasperated sigh. You shouldn’t be that surprised. “Do I even want to know?”
He hums, chewing on his lip as a distant thought forms in his head. “Maybe another time.”
Jungkook knew by the third time whatever you were doing was far from innocent. The first time had been easy to ignore. You'd stepped closer while he was grabbing a drink, hand gliding down his grey vest as if there was something to fix, even though it was already perfect.
Then while eating, you'd brushed your hand over his thigh under the table. Although it's a habitual action but your fingers trailed a little too high and dangerously close to where he was already starting to feel the strain in his pants.
Later, when his aunt was showing some old photographs, his hand had rested politely on your waist, while you pressed back almost grinding against his crotch without anyone noticing.
God, you've kept testing his patience since you both arrived here.
From your side, it really wasn’t your fault.
Your husband looked disgustingly hot tonight. The white shirt, the grey vest, the diamond brooch you'd gotten him and those fucking gold rings on his fingers. Your husband looked straight out of a scandalous magazine no less.
It had been too long since he’d properly touched you.
And by too long you mean this morning which only consisted of a desperate makeout session against the dressing table until his dad had called to remind not to be late for the family gathering.
so here he was- looking like pure sin in front of everyone while you were starving for your husband's touch. it's only fair enough to make him suffer too, right. But as you continued with your evil plan of torturing him with your little touches, you began enjoying it too much.
Jungkook was barely holding it together now. He's trying to look relaxed but you knew him too well. Oh, how he wishes if he could just bend you over this instant and fuck that brattyness out of you.
“Aigoo, I left my reading glasses in the kitchen.”
“I’ll get them for you, halmeoni.” You give her a sweet smile before making your to the kitchen.
The moment you reach for the glasses on the counter, a very familiar tattooed arm slams against the cabinet beside your head.
You turn around to find the man you've been successfully avoiding to meet alone. Jungkook’s other hand lands on your hip trapping you between his arms as he presses himself into you. You could absolutely feel the unmistakable bulge pressing against your body.
“What are you doing?” You try to keep your voice innocent.
Jungkook scoffs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head. “You find this funny, huh?”
You try to bite back your smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about..”
“Keep up with the act and I’ll bend you over this counter right fucking now."
You gulp because your husband may or may not be kidding about this.
“Halmeoni!” you gasp looking at the doorway behind him.
Jungkook jerks back so fast he nearly loses his balance.
By the time he figures there's no one behind, you're snatching the glasses off the counter and dart past him with a bright giggle as you escape the kitchen.
“You little—”
He shakes his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair with a mix of amusement, adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious problem created by his wife.
--
By evening, it’s worse.
Much worse.
The garden's lit up with warm string lights filled with fun chattering and laughters.
But not for Jungkook, because he’s been on edge for hours now and it’s starting to show.
You see it in the way his fingers keeps drumming impatiently, in how his attention drifts back to you no matter who he’s talking to.
Which only makes it harder not to smile.
You sit on the grass with his niece, completely occupied as she shows you her new hair clip collection, nodding along, sharing a laugh at whatever she’s explaining.
“Really?” you speak clipping one on her. “That’s your favorite?”
She nods enthusiastically putting a few on your hair too.
“Are you staying?” she suddenly asks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.
"Uhh.."
“Stay.” She fists lightly at your dress with her little hand. “Please?"
You soften instantly and glance up to meet Jungkook’s eyes.
The second he sees that look on your face he knows exactly what you’re about to do.
“No, we can't—”
“We can stay,” you say at the same time, smiling down at her.
You don’t look at your husband right away.
because you already know what you’ll see.
and when you finally do glance up—
Yeah.
There it is.
You actually have to press your lips together to stop a laugh.
Of course you didn't intend to stay the night but you also didn't have the heart to say no to his cute little niece. As the night stretches on everyone's scattered. Some have already gone to bed while others lounge in watching an old movie.
You’re curled up on a big sofa, laughing along with Jungkook’s cousins. Jungkook sits across from you joining in here and there.
It’s almost midnight and you’re still showing zero urgency to leave. Your usually patient husband is hanging on by a thread. Jungkook stands up after a moment before letting you know he's heading to bed and you sure catch the sharp edge in his voice when he looks at you.
You give it another twenty minutes before making your way down the room in the hallway where you always stay in whenever you visit.
Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the room.
Did Jungkook really fall asleep?
You did tease him a lot today. He’s been worked up since morning and you spent the entire day pushing his buttons.
You pout closing the door behind you. What if he actually got annoyed and decided to just sleep?
The thought barely forms before strong hands grab your waist from behind and you're pinned against the door.
Jungkook’s hand slides up gripping your jaw to tilt your head back. You catch the intensity radiating off him as the moonlight spills through the thin curtains.
He breaths out dangerously calm.
“Had too much fun today, didn't you?” His body burns hot against yours. He only has his trousers on. You can feel how painfully hard he is as his thick length of his cock presses insistently against your ass.
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip almost too possessive.
“My turn now.”
A soft whimper escapes your lips the moment he speaks into your ear. One of his large palm squeezes your waist while the other slides down along your thigh.
You whimper again pressing back against him seeking more friction. The movement makes him growl in warning.
He reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress and yanks it down almost roughly making it pool at your feet. For a second you think he’s finally going to fuck you senseless against the door. but you know your husband too well. After all the teasing you put him through today- he’s going to make you pay for every single second of it first.
You almost whine the moment you feel the loss of his heat. You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Turning around fully, you find Jungkook has dropped his trousers. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his black boxers.
The obscene bulge straining against it only adds more to your wetness.
“Come here.”
Your legs feel weak as you walk towards him.
His gaze drops to your panties. “Off.”
You do as he says, sliding off your drenched fabric down your legs.
Jungkook taps his thick thigh once, manspreading wider. You already know exactly what he wants.
The moment your dripping core makes contact with his veiny muscle, a sharp gasp leaves your lips. His thigh is warm and firm and slightly rough with a light dusting of hair that drags deliciously against your sensitive folds.
Your arms hook around his neck for balance as you begin to rock your hips forward.
His eyes stay locked on where your pussy is pressed, watching the way your slick glistens on his skin.
His muscle flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your clit. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder with a broken moan.
“Jungkoo-” You can feel how wet you are by how easily you’re gliding over his thigh. Jungkook leans back on his palms flat on the bed behind him.
He doesn’t touch you even once. Even as his cock is straining hard against his boxers leaving a wet patch from watching you use him.
Normally, Jungkook’s hands and mouth are always on you. So you know he's deliberately making you suffer.
You moan louder as desperation starts to build. Your slick is dripping down his thigh now.
“Kook.. please”
You become needy. You’re aching for his hands, for his mouth, for anything he's willing to give.
Your hands slide down his chest, pressing against the hard planes of muscle. You need more. You need him to touch you.
You dip your head and bite down on his shoulder making him hiss through his teeth.
“Kook.. touch me..”
Your voice comes out in a pathetic whimper.
Jungkook exhales through his nose in a mock.
You whine loudly, hips stuttering against his thigh as you try to chase the pleasure but it's not enough. It’s almost painful not having your husband’s hands on you when you need him the most.
Your hand moves down to palm him over his boxers. Jungkook lets out a groan jerking up into your touch.
One moment you're riding his thigh and the next you find yourself thrown onto the bed.
“You’re not getting to touch me soon.”
His words vibrate against your skin as he licks a stripe from the column of your throat.
“My wife's been such a brat."
You whimper trying to reach for him again but he catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them above your head. Jungkook reaches for something beside you and you know from the feel of it that it's the grey tie he wore. He ties the silk around your wrists tight enough that you feel the gentle bite of restraint.
Jungkook sits back admiring his work. His eyes rake slowly over your body while his fingers barely touch over your belly. Jungkook’s eyes darken even more as he watches you squirm beneath him.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to make you gasp followed by the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks hard.
He pulls back up to hover his lips barely an inch away from your own, so close you can feel the warmth of his whiskey breath. You chase his mouth, lips parting in plea to pull him down into a proper kiss. Jungkook exhales a low laugh against your lips. Your back archs as he unclasps your bra.
“You know the safe word?” he speaks against your skin as he starts kissing his way down between the valley of your breasts.
You whine nodding frantically, too worked up to form proper words.
He pauses above your left nipple, his warm breath fanning over the hardened peak.
“words, sweetheart.”
“yes.. jungkook, please—”
The plea barely leaves your mouth before he finally sucks hard around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud while his hand continues its torturous path, fingers barely moving along your slick folds.
He alternates between sucking and gentle bites on your breast, then moves to the other one giving it the same attention. All the while, his fingers tease your entrance dipping in just the tip of one finger before pulling back.
You’re panting now, wrists straining against his tie, body arching up into his mouth and hand. Jungkook lifts his head, eyes locked on your flushed face as he continues his slow descent down your body, lips and tongue tracing a wet path over your stomach until he settles between your spread thighs.
When his eyes land on your pussy, a rough sound rumbles from his chest. A thin string of arousal clings to your inner thigh and every time your walls clench around nothing, more of it leaks out.
“I’m sorry,” your voice comes out as a broke whimper. “Sorry, Jungkook.. please”
It’s embarrassing how quickly the apology spills from your lips even though he hasn’t said a single word yet.
Jungkook hums against your thigh. He lifts your left leg angling it up to rest your ankle on his broad shoulder. The new position spreads you open even more for him, exposing your dripping pussy completely to his hungry gaze.
“Can’t hear you.” He places an open-mouthed kiss right on the inside of your ankle.
You whine pathetically.
“Kook, please...” Your voice cracks with desperation. “need you.. so bad. please—”
Jungkook's own desperation wins as he dips his head down dragging his tongue through your folds. The loud moan escapes you as your back arches for him. His hot tongue laps at you with deliberate strokes.
The cool silver of his lip rings only add more to your pleasure as he eats you out like a mad man. One of his hands grips your thigh tightly holding your leg in place on his shoulder while the other slides under your ass, tilting your hips up so he can bury his face deeper between your legs. You moan his name like prayers.
You bring your tied hands to thread your fingers into his hair. Jungkook groans loudly at the tug. His scalp stings from how hard you’re pulling but it only seems to spur him on.
You cry out from the pleasure of his relentless licking, sucking and kissing every inch of your dripping pussy.
You’re shaking. Whimpering. Already close to tears from how badly you need to come but Jungkook pulls back every time only to start the torturous cycle all over again.
“Hands above your head.” Jungkook spreads your folds open with two fingers before you feel the flat of his ring-clad fingers directly onto your swollen clit. You let out a sharp moan as the thick gold rings make contact with your overheated skin. "Fuck—”
He knows how much you love these. How fucking turned on you get every time you see them on his hands. He starts rubbing circles over your clit, letting them drag again and again adding a new kind of delicious friction that makes your toes curl.
Your arousal is leaking steadily down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you more so coating his shiny gold.
“Look at you,” He murmurs opening you up more. “Dripping all over my rings like a desperate little wife. You love feeling them on your pretty pussy, don’t you?”
You desperately pull down on your tied wrists against the sheets. Your hips twitch uncontrollably trying to grind against the cool metal.
Jungkook chuckles darkly.
He dips his fingers lower curling them deep.
Tears of pleasure stings your eyes as your husband mercilessly continues with fucking you with his fingers.
Every time your moans get louder, every time your pussy starts clenching too hard around his fingers he slows down or pulls back completely leaving you empty and throbbing.
You sob from the frustration and overwhelming pleasure. “I can’t.. koo.. please let me come..”
Jungkook leans down pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your inner thigh. “No,” he sounds almost gentle despite the cruel way he’s denying you.
“You’re gonna come only on my cock tonight.”
He flips you over onto your stomach as his possessive hands manhandle your body yanking your ass up high.
Your tied hands remain stretched above your head. Your back arches deeply, ass presented perfectly for him pussy dripping and exposed.
“Fuck, look at you,” He holds you in place with a bruising grip as he admires the view of his wife.
You finally finally feel the drag of Jungkook’s leaking cock through your soaked folds. The hot tip teases your clit all the way down to your entrance. You can’t help it as you push back against him trying to take him inside.
“My greedy little wife,” he lets out a chuckle.
Before you can form a single word he pushes in with a deep thrust. A loud cry rips from your throat. Jungkook’s cock finds home as he buries himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness makes your walls flutter wildly around him.
“Fuck- baby,” he groans, fingers digging harder into your waist.
He doesn’t give you any time to breathe. He pulls back almost all the way only to slam back in harder setting a brutal pace right away. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts.
Your hands fist the sheets above your head as he fucks you roughly from behind manhandling your body however he pleases.
“Take it,” his voice drips possession. “Take every fucking inch like you’ve been begging for all day.”
You’re so glad the rooms in this farmhouse are built soundproof because the noises spilling from your mouth are beyond obscene. Every brutal thrust forces another filthy sound out of you. wet slaps of skin against skin mixing with the squelch of your soaked pussy taking his cock.
Jungkook fucks you rough and deep. His relentless pace makes you see stars. pounding into you from behind as if he’s trying to fuck the brat right out of your body.
His hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast to grope the soft flesh roughly. His fingers find your hardened nipple and pinch it hard.
You cry out.
You’re so close already.
He tugs your hair back roughly with one hand making your back arch until it presses against his strong chest. A strangled moan rips from your throat. The new position has his cock hitting even deeper inside you.
His hand snakes up your body and wraps firmly around your throat making your moan turn choked.
“You don’t get to come until I say so."
He bites down on whatever part of your skin his mouth can reach. His teeth sink in to leave dark bruises, marking you up as he continues thrusting into you with punishing strokes.
“All fucking mine,” he growls right against your ear. His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he speaks. "Taking my cock so well.”
His other hand slides down your body pressing rubbing against your swollen clit.
The sudden added stimulation makes your entire body jerks violently as the orgasm crashes through you.
Tears spill freely from your eyes, sliding down into your hair as your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice. Your pussy gushes around him while he keeps thrusting through it until your legs shake uncontrollably.
"such a brat, aren't you."
You barely recover from the first orgasm of the night before your husband has you on your back.
You try focusing your blurry eyes on him.
Jungkook has his hand stroking his cock glistening with your sweet arousal. The sight of you wrecked and crying beneath him makes him more feral.
He moves on top of you taking your tied wrists and pins them above your head. His mouth crashes down on you hard.
Jungkook barely gives you a moment to breathe between his devouring kisses. You moan against his lips as his cock slides all the way in you again. His hand tightens around your wrists as he starts fucking you harder.
Though the Jeon house has highest grade furnitures but the way Jungkook fucks into you. you pray the bed doesn't break.
“Wanted your husband's cock so bad, didn’t you?” he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. “Now take it. All of it. It’s all yours, baby.”
You can only sob in pleasure as he fucks you into oblivion as he keeps pounding and pouring filthy praises just for you.
You feel like you’re floating in a dream.
You have no idea how many hours have passed. All you know is the endless pleasure of being pulled apart and put back together by your husband’s insatiable hunger.
His stamina is almost animalistic, reminding you of your honeymoon phase when he'd made love seven days a week. In your husband's words, he could never get enough of his beautiful wife.
Jungkook has always been quite experimental with your sex life. loves trying new things, toys, positions on you. but his absolute favourite is still classic missionary. because he gets to see your face when you come.
Jungkook has both of your legs pushed up over his shoulders now folding you in half as he drives into you insane. The angle is brutal, making your eyes roll back.
when he pulls your legs down making them wrap weakly around his waist. your thighs are barely able to hold onto him so Jungkook hooks one arm under your thigh holding it up for you. You’ve completely lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had tonight.
Your mind is too blissed out to keep track of anything and your husband just can’t seem to stop. Jungkook chases every broken moan that leaves your lips.
By the time he finally spills inside you for the last time, you’re more than completely spent.
Your body is covered in his marks. Your pussy is leaking his cum and your legs are shaking so badly you know with absolute certainty you won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow morning.
Jungkook collapses beside you holding you in his arms. You're too dizzy to figure what's happening anymore. But you sure feel your wrists getting lighter followed by so many soft kisses on them and your forehead and your cheeks before you finally pass out.
--
The first thing you register as you awaken are feather-light touches gliding over your skin along with lips trailing down your bare back. You stir letting out a hum.
Jungkook’s hand continues its slow caress down the curve of your waist, over the dip of your hip, then back up again. He becomes so soft after every intense night you spend together. It never not makes you fall for him harder each time.
Jungkook nuzzles his head into your neck while his hand slips between your legs with aching gentleness. His fingers almost caresses over your swollen folds.
A soft whine escapes you as turn around in his embrace, but the moment you do, a sharp hiss leaves your lips.
“Shit, baby” he speaks while his eyes look down to check. “hurts a lot?”
you nuzzle your face into his neck seeking his warmth.
“I can manage..” you mumble against his skin.
Jungkook places a kiss to your hair.
“I’ll cook your favourite pasta when we get home."
You immediately look up at him.
“Work?”
He brushes a hair aside from your face.
“Taking the day off.”
Your face lights up and you lean to peck his cheek.
“I’ll make cheesecake too.” Jungkook shows you his other cheek.
You smile childishly wrapping your arms around his neck smacking another one of your sweet pecks.
“And?”
He slides you closer by your waist, tangling your legs together with his.
“And I’m gonna give you a Jeon Jungkook special massage,” he finishes with a peck on your nose.
“And?” you tilt your head still grinning.
Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh.
“And I’m gonna spoil my wife so so much.” his thumb brushes over your cheek.
“You already do,” you lean in to kiss him properly on the lips. He chases your mouth when you try to pull away.
“Well, I’ll add more to that then." A shared giggle fills between you as Jungkook rolls on top of you and starts attacking you with more of his kisses.
yoongi's glasses make you so horny that he stops working to eat your pussy on his desk, fogs up the lenses and lets you cum all over them... ruining you completely.
PAIRING. bf dom!yoongi x gf sub!femreader
GENRE. established relationship, slice of life, domestic and cozy vibes, romance, smut, fluff
WARNINGS/TAGS. 18+, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), reader gets turned on from his glasses, sexual fantasies, glasses kink, makeout and kisses, cunnilingus, pussy eating, fingering, desk sex, face sitting, cum play and swallowing, multiple orgasms, slight breast and nipple play, tongue fucking, dirty talk and praise kink, overstimulation, slight edging, clit stimulation, ass groping, one spank, grinding on glasses and orgasming onto it, sweet aftercare, they're just so in love w each other
WC. 4.6k
A/N. i had to write this quickly because yoongi with glasses has been driving me crazy 😩 especially after the recent mv! i couldn't stop thinking about him so enjoy reading this, my nasty babes <33
「 MASTERLIST 」
your boyfriend yoongi had been working for several hours on his laptop, finishing his latest track.
he sat on the big chair, all focused on the screen in front of him.
a half finished black coffee beside him that you'd brought him an hour ago.
his posture was relaxed but still in an intensely concentrated manner that always made your heart skip a beat.
he was wearing a hoodie only, his dark hair fell messily over his forehead and every so often he would absentmindedly push his new thin rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.
the gesture was so simple yet it made your legs squeeze together.
you had been curled up on the small couch in the corner of his studio for what felt like hours now, he brought that couch especially for you only so he could have you in his space while he works.
he doesn’t like having you away from him for even a second.
there was a forgotten book open on your lap as your eyes kept drifting away from the pages and towards him.
the way the glow from the monitors reflected on his glasses, his brows furrowing in focus which made his already cat like eyes sharper.
it made him look effortlessly authoritative and intelligent, also attractive in a way that made your cheeks turn pink.
he started wearing glasses a few weeks ago and you had openly admitted to him how much the glasses affected you.
“they look really good on you yoongi... like, so sexy.” you had confessed the first night.
he had simply smirked and adjusted them with one finger, no doubt feeling pride at the observation and his girl's approval.
“noted. i'll keep that in mind.”
and he had.
ever since whenever he slipped them on for work, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.
a need that didn’t go away with every passing minute you spent watching him.
the longer you sat there stealing glances the more your clit throbbed insistently, your nipples hardening under your tank top and you could feel your panties get soaked clinging to your folds.
you don’t like to wear much when you're at home anyways so you're just wearing a tiny black tank top with no bra and panties only.
yoongi preferred you like this.
you shifted on the couch, twirling a strand of your hair and read one single sentence several times in your book.
you’ve been trying to behave but you can't focus on anything else.
finally when you couldn’t hold back any longer, you stood up slowly feeling your stomach flutter from nervousness.
you walked to his desk and stood beside him, yoongi didn’t immediately turn his head away from the screen but you noticed the way he tilted his head and the slight curve of his lips that told you he had been very aware of you the entire time.
“yoongi…”
you called out but your voice came out more breathy than you intended as you took in his clean male scent.
“hmm?”
he responded as his free hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing along the side of your bare thigh, stroking it making you shiver.
his voice was always so deep that sometimes that was all you needed to hear to get horny.
you could never get enough of his voice.
“what's up baby? you’ve been squirming over there for a while now.”
he was almost amused still typing something on his keyboard as if he could read every single dirty thought running through your mind without even needing to look at you fully.
you swallowed hard as your finger twisted the edge of your panty.
“i… i know you've been working for a while and i can't stop looking at you in those glasses.”
you let out in a rush shyly but don’t admit how crazy it has been driving you as you look at him with half lidded eyes.
a chuckle rumbled out of him as he spun his chair around to face you properly, one of his eyebrows arched.
he scanned your face and then went down taking in the way your curves are right there for him to stare at, barely clothed in anything.
“yeah? you really like them that much huh?”
he never thought you'd get this worked up from watching him work as he leaned back slightly in his chair, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation.
the silver rings on his fingers were visible to you as he rested one hand on his thigh.
“i do… a lot.” you whispered.
biting down on your lower lip as your pussy clenched emptily.
“you look so… dominant like this.”
his gaze darkened noticeably behind his glasses as the word “dominant” left your lips.
“such a good girl for admitting it...” he praised and you let out a shaky breath.
“since you're so distracted by my glasses and can't seem to sit still… maybe i should give you a much closer look and take care of you while i keep my glasses on, you like this idea?”
his other hand adjusted his glasses with that same middle finger push you loved so much and this time he did it almost cockily.
“yes..” you moaned softly.
“come here mama.”
he patted his thigh once with his palm gesturing to where he wants you without words.
you moved between his spread legs without a second thought but instead of simply sitting on his lap, you leaned down first capturing his lips for a quick kiss without being able to help yourself.
he deepens the kiss immediately as his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair possessively.
you mewled into his mouth as you tasted the coffee he had been sipping earlier along with the unique taste he always has as his tongue brushed against yours, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance.
“yoongi... your work—” you started, glancing at the open laptop.
when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, both of your breaths mingling together.
“work can wait a little while.. my baby needs my attention right now which is more important.” he lets out roughly.
he had no heart to ignore that pretty pussy which was calling for him.
he was aware of it.
he picks you up until your feet dangle above the ground making you gasp at the way he always manhandles you effortlessly, his hand between your armpits as he settles you over the very edge of his large desk.
your heart pounded at the feeling of your warm thighs settling over the wooden desk.
papers and a notebook shifted under your weight and the mouse slid a bit as your hip brushed against it but yoongi didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
he rolled his chair forward until he was positioned perfectly between your now spread things.
“spread your legs wider for me sweet girl, let me see you...”
you obeyed, your breathing already coming out faster in anticipation as you watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drag them down your legs before he tossed them carelessly aside onto the floor somewhere beside him.
“mmph.”
you let out a whimper as the studio air hits your now exposed cunt, your glistening folds visible to him.
“look at this pretty pussy.”
he murmured reverently with appreciation as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your mound making you pant in excitement.
“so fucking wet and swollen for me... you're dripping all over my desk already and i haven't even touched you properly mm?”
his filthy words made your cheeks turn redder as you nodded, unable to deny how desperately aroused you felt.
“yes... it's all because of you and those glasses.” you croaked out shamelessly.
no longer having the restraint to keep your feelings hidden.
“i've been aching for hours.”
a coy look takes place in his face as he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, each one making your skin tingle also leaving remnants of his saliva as you writhe.
his free hand rested on your other thigh thumb rubbing teasing circles that inched ever closer to your center without quite reaching it while he kept his eyes on you, a grin on his lips from your reaction.
when his mouth hovered directly over your twitching clit that was so engorged it had escaped from its hood, he paused there just letting his breath brush against it.
knowing it makes you a little mad.
he could never get enough of having you in this state and all open for him so he always takes his time, having the privilege of being your man which he can never fully believe.
he's always thankful for having you so he never misses any opportunity to worship you.
“yoongi... please don't tease me too much.”
you begged as your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
“shh i got you baby. i'm gonna take my time with this little pussy because you deserve it.”
he whispered against you and then without further warning, his tongue which has always been incredibly skilled since the beginning of your relationship like it has a mind of its own, knew how to move in the exact way to please you.
it knew you better than yourself.
he dragged a long stripe from your dripping entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit.
“uh—ahh fuck yoongi... that feels so good.” you cried out.
your head tilts back with parted lips and he hums in approval which travels straight to your core making your walls flutter around nothing.
“mhmm you taste so fucking perfect baby... so ready for my mouth always.”
he can never get enough of the amount of honey you produce for him, he holds your plump folds apart to see more dribbles of your creamy mess leaking one by one.
“shitt.” he cursed in a dreamy sign from the way your pussy responds to him.
his tongue explored every inch of you slowly, circling your clit with quick flicks and then capturing the bud between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop and flicking it with his tongue and then sucking again.
“oh god..” you whined.
he can probably spend an entire day playing with your clit with his tongue and fingers like it's a little button.
one of his hands slid upwards under your flimsy top to cup a breast and roll the hardened nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to double the sensations for you.
“mm... ah...”
your moans grew louder not being able to stop yourself as one of your hands fisted his hair while your legs kept his head trapped between your thighs.
“keep making those pretty noises for me… yeah… let me hear exactly how much you love my tongue on you.”
your body responds automatically as your hips rock subtly against his face.
“uh… uh… uh… yoongi your tongue feels—”
your words get interrupted with a sequel as another particularly skillful flick of his tongue lands on your clit making your back arch almost entirely off the table.
he looks up at you never stopping his mouth, drinking in your expressions as the wet noises and your whimpers of satisfaction fill the room obscenely.
it was so erotic.
and suddenly everything felt hot from the way both of you started sweating.
yoongi continued focusing on your clit using the pointed top of his tongue for a more targeted stimulation, knowing how much you love it.
like the perfectionist he was, he changed his motions based on your reactions.
you fisted one of his work sheets, unknowingly crumbling it which he didn't mind because he started eating you out even faster.
his fingers eventually joined the assault too, two digits probing your slit circling the slick opening before finally pushing inside your tight cunt in one thrust and you were so wet that he slipped even deeper on his own.
“ohh!”
you let out a surprised sob at the sudden stretch even though he's fingered you over a hundred times now but still now the feeling of his long fingers took your breath away.
his fingers immediately curled in that spongy spot deep inside you.
“fuuuuck yess right there! gosh yoongi, your fingers… it feels s-so good!”
you cried out loudly which sounded so much louder in the room as your pussy clenched on him once again.
the combination of his tongue on your clit and the way he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you has you murmuring nonsense into your hand.
you gripped the table so hard, your knuckles turned white.
sclick. sclick. sclick.
your pussy makes pornographic noises from the amount of arousal you keep on making and it is coating his hand now too, also dripping on the desk beneath you.
he groaned against your pussy, pulling away for a bit to talk but still with his mouth pressed against your labia.
“that's my good girl… so tight and greedy..”
a quiet overwhelmed scream left you when he added a third finger stretching you to your limits, increasing the pace just enough to push you to the edge without letting you tip over yet.
his glasses were starting to fog up from the heat and his own labored breaths.
the sight of it only heightened the moment for you.
“yoongi your glasses… they're getting all foggy from me.”
you panted between desperate moans as you watched him continue devouring you.
“ugh i can'tt.”
you whined as he kept on thrusting, scissoring his fingers while rubbing that soft spot deep inside your pussy like he's inspecting you on the inside.
he lifted his gaze to meet yours and you could see the lust in his eyes even though they were partially hidden behind the clouded lenses.
“yeah that's good isn't it? means i'm eating this pussy exactly right. you like seeing me like this? all foggy because of how wet and hot you are for me?”
he encourages you further with his murmurs against you as his fingers curl harder and faster now, directly sucking onto your clit as if he wants something to come out of it.
you couldn't take it anymore.
you were losing your mind.
from his words, every thrust, every suck, from his whole presence alone.
“i'm so close ahh please don't stop yoongi! i'm gonna cum so hard..”
tears welled in your eyes as your entire body tensed with the impending release.
“not yet mama. hold it just a little longer for me.”
he growled against your folds, slowing his movements for a few seconds to keep you teetering right on the edge and to keep you crying for a bit more.
then he sped up again relentlessly, three fingers thrusting deep and fast while also using his nose to grind up straight between your folds.
that's it. it happened like that.
your whole body seized and shook as the orgasm crashed over you and you crumble more of his papers on the desk and even making some files fall but you were too deep in it to notice.
“yoongi shitt i'm—i'm cumming! ahhuh yes yes oh god!” you let out a choked scream.
your cunt clenched around his fingers, fluttering weakly as gushes dripped down his hand and messily pooled on his desk.
your moans turned into cries as you clamped his head tighter between your legs and you tried to stop yourself, scared that you'd suffocate him but he grunted lowly holding you closer, which signaled how much he loved to be crushed by you.
he kept on licking and fingering slowly through the aftershocks until you were pushing his head away while letting out murmurs dumbly.
when the peak finally began to ebb leaving you breathing heavily, did yoongi slowly withdraw his fingers.
a snarl escaping him as he sat back in his chair with his chest heaving.
he held the glossy fingers up proudly and he sucked them clean while looking at you with hooded eyes, his tongue working around as you whimpered.
his glasses were completely fogged up now.
the only thing that was missing was his glasses soaked with your essence… it was one of your dirty fantasies.
and you wanted to do it.
even though you felt boneless from cumming as your body twitches with renewed interest.
you looked down at him through your post orgasmic haziness, still trying to catch your breath.
“yoongi...” you cooed almost.
“can i… can i cum on your glasses this time? i wanna rub myself all over them and make an even bigger mess… please.” you breathe out.
even in your ears, it sounded so naughty.
his eyes widened for a bit before a slow smirk took place on his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip slowly where there were still remnants of your release.
he pushed his chair back slightly to give you space as he gripped your thighs.
“you want that baby?”
you nod eagerly with flushed cheeks.
“please...”
he lets out a hoarse laugh, closing his eyes for a bit before fixing it on your face.
“god what am i supposed to do with this dirty girl huh?” he says so adoringly that it makes you feel giddy on the inside.
“come here then use my glasses however you want. soak me, grind your cum all over the lenses... whatever you want mama.”
he helped you slide off the desk on still shaky legs and straddle his lap.
your breasts rises and falls at his words and the way he always treats all your needs as if they were his own, always exploring whatever the other wants with no judgment.
because both of you were just as filthy and downbad for each other.
that's why people say you both just fit so well.
you shuddered when your sensitive pussy hovered just above his obvious bulge that held his rock hard cock.
but he was so focused on you and making you feel good to even notice that.
instead of making you sink down on him, he placed an arm under your butt and picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist as he carried you to the couch before he settled down on it first.
he tilts his head back just enough, holding your hips steady as he looks up at you expectantly.
“go on pretty baby, rub that slutty pussy right on my glasses… mm i wanna feel every bit of it.”
the command makes your legs squeeze together as you look down at him with parted lips, your hair framing your face.
he crooks a finger in your direction so you'd come and sit right on his face.
“don't make me ask twice y/n.”
you shivered at him calling your name, he only does that when he is in his serious and strict mood.
it always makes you weak in the knees.
you didn't waste time and lowered yourself carefully until your slick folds made direct contact with his glasses.
the glass against your already overheated clit created an entirely new and different feeling.
“oh... gosh gahh yoongi... it feels weird… but so good.”
you moaned sharply, your legs settling firmly on either side of his face as he gripped your ass cheeks parting them for better access.
your hips begin to rock on their own experimentally smearing your arousal across his frame, making the glasses even more opaque as your release began to run down the sides.
he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he watched you with feral eyes.
“that's it… just like that… you're doing so well… does it feel good having my lenses rubbing against your clit hmm?”
he asked with genuine curiosity as your whines grew louder and more shakier, even you couldn't fathom that you could make such wanton noises.
“yess nghh... i-it feels amazing… knowing it's your glasses makes it so much better uh...”
he lets out an animal growl at your words, another one of his favorite things during moments of intimacy is your honesty.
your hips shuddered because you're already sensitive from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago so it made you a little weak as your hands dug into his chest grabbing the fabric of his hoodie.
he kneaded your ass and landed a sharp spank, making you sob as he helped guide your movements up and down when he realized you're slowing down.
it was so lewd.
like you're nothing but just a sex doll and you're releasing so much liquid that it didn't take much effort, too, you were slippery enough to glide all over his glasses.
you were swimming in pleasure.
you selfishly wanted more and everything all at once.
“more… more… please more…”
“keep going mama... cum whenever you want to… make a fucking mess.” he urged.
he whispers praises for you as your tongue lolls out in ecstasy, sweat forming on your forehead as he rubs your back soothingly while your clit is getting all the unique frictions from the edge of his glass.
it felt too much like you wanted to escape from it, yet want more and more.
you yelped as you saw a bit of your arousal land on his eyelid.
“oh no! i'm sorry i'll—”
he stilled you with one hard grip on your waist as he glared up at you.
“don't you dare stop, it doesn't matter… you're not stopping.” he rasps out.
a tear streams down your face in pleasure when his tongue comes out to catch a droplet of you.
“b-but i don't want you getting hurt.. it's going to get inside your eyes.”
“continue.”
that's all he said, just that single word in his strict voice.
you knew he wasn't going to listen otherwise so your hips moved on their own.
you let out breathless cries as he guided you to move faster, your hips quivering so much you thought they'd give out.
“i can't i can't, oh god oh god, fuckk going to, going to cum.. c-cum—!” you hiccuped.
“do it, cum hard for me… come on.”
he demanded as his tongue lapped up at you in the most delicious way.
the second orgasm hits you suddenly that you had to grip the couch to steady yourself as spurts and spurts of your essence left you, hitting him all over the face.
you felt so guilty, but you couldn't stop yourself as it soaked his lips and glasses and all over.
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!”
you cried out repeatedly, hips grinding through the climax until your body had no more energy and he guided you slowly until your forehead rested against his.
both of you breathing heavily.
after several long moments of shared breathing, yoongi removed the thoroughly ruined glasses from his face which were completely glistening with cum.
thoroughly ruined and marked.
now that the high has left you, you let out a mortified whimper at how nasty you've been and hide your face on his chest making him chuckle lowly.
he sets them aside and wraps both of his arms around you, pulling you closer into his chest.
“damn baby... you really did a number on them didn't you?”
he rubbed loving patterns on your back and you laughed breathlessly, still riding the feeling from multiple orgasms.
“sorry... not sorry.”
you got carried away and you knew it but couldn't help it.
it isn't your fault that he was so hot.
he nuzzled his face on your neck planting kisses along your cheeks and throat as you did the same to him, tasting your own release there even though he didn't attempt to wipe you off him.
he liked having you get him all messy on him.
he titled your chin up with his finger to capture your lips in a slow kiss that allowed you to taste yourself more intimately as you both groan together from it.
your hearts beating hard together and so damn connected.
“don't ever apologize for getting needy like that for me, i love it when you lose control because of something as simple as my glasses you got it?”
he looks straight into your eyes so he makes sure you're getting each of his words.
“it means i'm doing my job right.”
he grumbles against your mouth and you let out a happy sound.
he never fails to make you feel so adored and desired.
after a few more minutes of just cuddling and talking about silly stuff basking in each other and the smell of sex, did yoongi's attention finally land on the laptop screen that was still glowing with the work he had to eventually return to.
even though he'd love to spend time with you instead, take you to bed and fuck you right up and he was aching inside his jeans.
he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and make you wait.
making you impatient always brings out the best outcome and he also wanted to finish all his work before he could concentrate on you fully.
after a while he helped you off his lap making you pout but it soon melts away when he helps you put on the fluffy pink blanket over your legs after wiping you clean gently with tissues and even his face in the process.
your panties were too ruined for you to wear them again and he wanted you bare underneath.
he adjusted your top so you felt comfortable again, he then picked you up with the blanket wrapped around you like a roll of burrito and settled you over his lap on the chair.
he didn't want you away from him.
he gave you that lazy knowing smile, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“think i can get back to work now? or are you gonna distract me again?”
he teased, thumbing your cheek while his other hand moved for the mouse.
“hmm... depends.”
you pretend to think as you settle against his chest with a contented sigh, feeling all comfy with him.
“maybe... but no promises after i clean those glasses for you to wear them again… i might need another closer look later.” you say cheekily.
he laughs hoarsely and shakes his head.
“such a brat huh? but i wouldn't have you any other way.”
the rest of the afternoon went on like that with your eyes half open, focusing on his work that you barely understood while he gave you touches occasionally.
sometimes leaning down to kiss any part of your exposed skin until you almost purred like a kitten being petted.
this was what he lived for.
you all wrapped in him while he did his tasks, just happy to have you there and he couldn't be anywhere else in the world.
he was the luckiest man alive.
“i love you lot baby, you know that?”
you let out a small breath and cupped his cheek, placing a kiss on his nose making his eyes close with a smile.
“i know… but i love you more.”
he opened his eyes with a mocking glare.
“impossible.”
his hand brushed on the ticklish side of your stomach, making you giggle and squirm.
and you knew in your heart without any of his words spoken because his eyes spoke.
promising that the night was far from over.
that he was gonna give you all the attention you want afterward.
between giggles and raspberries, jungkook receives the most precious first kiss from his babygirl.
pairing : girl dad!jungkook x wife!femreader
genre : established relationship au, slice of life, romance, domestic fluff, light angst
warnings/tags : no warnings (just pure fluff), soft!jungkook, light humour, just so heartwarming, he teaches his little girl how to give a kiss, cuddling, lots of baby talk, a mess of baby drool, blowing raspberries, kisses and touches, family time, a little emotional moment, so endearing and full of affection, just a comfort drabble
wc : 3k
author's note : another part of "tiny heartbeats" has been so highly requested, i had to write it and i finally had time to sit with my laptop and write today! so enjoy this fluffiness, since y'all love daddy!koo and so do i teehee, hope you enjoy <33
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it was a cozy haven.
early morning with the warmth and milky sweetness of baby lotion from last night's bath time.
and just your precious little family.
you lie on your side of the bed still feeling a little sleepy.
your husband jungkook was on his stomach, shirtless because he always preferred that when he went to sleep.
his hair is a mess, just like yours from a night spent holding each other.
your six month old daughter is there too, the little angel of both of your lives.
she was also on her tummy, her chubby cheeks squished against the mattress, one tiny hand clutching the edge of jungkook's pillow like it was her teddy bear.
though she struggled to pick her favorite among the many plushies she owned because her father liked to spoil her so much that she got confused between them,
this was her new favorite thing to do and that was to imitate everything jungkook did.
she wore a pastel pink pajama set with tiny little bow printed all over.
you'd put that on her after giving her a bath and breastfeeding her and she was out for the rest of the night.
she was between the two of you, right in the middle of the bed.
like the heart of your family that she was.
your “little miracle” as jungkook had named her from the day she was born.
which indeed was true.
she had jungkook wrapped around her little finger ever since she came into both of your lives.
in fact he was the happiest during the gender reveal, he always wanted to be a girl dad.
today was one of those slow perfect mornings where none of you had to work and there was nothing to stress about.
only your little family existed.
you watched them both with pure adoration.
your baby was the definition of adorable with the chubbiest, pinchable cheeks that always flushed when she got excited or smiled.
her big round doe eyes were the copies of her father, her button nose was also from him and her pouty lips were something that she got from you, always slightly glossy from drool or her constant babbling.
she also had a tiny mole just underneath her lower lip, the exact same one jungkook had.
she was a mix of both of you and it didn't need an expert to know that she was your girl.
she cooed, her cute little sock clad feet constantly in motion, kicked and cycled in the air with surprising strength for such a small body.
she always did that in excitement or when she had the attention of both of her parents staring at her softly as jungkook cradled her against his chest.
he couldn't bear to have her away from him for even a second as one of his tattooed arm supported her back.
he looked down at her with a melting expression that he only ever showed her and you.
the eyes that showed all the love in the world and so much wonder as if he still couldn't believe this little human was his.
“alright my princess.” he began.
he leaned his face close to hers until their noses were almost touching as he took in her baby smell.
“daddy is going to teach you the most important thing in the world today okay?”
he bobs his nose with her tiny ones making her squeal in delight and he grinned in response.
“it's called giving kisses, you see… the ones mama gives to dada? the ones i give you.. and you're going to be an even better kisser.. the best one in the family, are you ready hmm?”
jungkook furrows his brows in mock seriousness though the smile doesn't leave his face.
your girl stared up at him with those wide eyes completely in focus as her tiny mouth formed an 'o.'
“ahh... goo goo..” she blabbered, fisting the sheets.
then without warning, she blew a wet raspberry causing tiny spit to land straight onto jungkook's cheek.
you gasped and burst into laughter while jungkook blinked before he joined you, his shoulders shaking with his laughter.
“that's not a kiss baby!”
he wiped his face with the back of his hand but his voice was amused.
“look at the mess she made me on my mama...”
you smiled propping yourself up resting your head on your hand, your cheeks hurt from how hard you smiled.
you couldn't ever get tired of watching the father and daughter moment.
“she's only practicing koo. remember last month when you spent twenty minutes blowing raspberries back at her?” you reminded him.
he had done exactly that and the little baby had been obsessed with it since then and made a mess of saliva while trying to do it with her cuteness especially because she loved the reaction it brought from her father.
and judging by the look on jungkook's face, he didn't feel guilty.
not one bit.
“but today we level up, watch this babygirl.”
jungkook turned back to the baby, who was now pulling the sheets and trying to stuff the fabric into her mouth.
he pried her tight little hands away slowly and held them in his instead, tracing her cheeks so she'd look at him.
“no eating bedsheets today okay? we're focusing on our face.. the first lesson is a forehead kiss.”
he puckered his lips exaggeratedly, earning a giggle from you.
he makes a “mwah” sound as he presses a kiss right in the center of her forehead.
her eyes widened in surprise before her chubby cheeks turned an even deeper rosy shade.
she kicks her legs so hard in happiness that her feet thump against his stomach and his eyes crinkled.
“see? that's a forehead kiss for my cute girl.”
jungkook murmurs proudly and she responds by waving her arms wildly causing one of her fists to hit softly on his chest.
he pretended to be wounded, tilting his head back with an over the top groan.
“oh god.. mama quick, save me from this dangerous baby!”
you laughed harder, shaking your head and jungkook's other hand reached out to pull you closer by the waist, causing both your and jungkook's legs to tangle together under the sheets.
the baby was now squished right in between the both of you which seemed to delight her even further.
“you're so dramatic jungkook. she barely touched you.. come on show her how to do it.”
you encouraged softly enjoying the they had going on.
jungkook adjusted the baby in his lap so she was facing him directly.
“okay okay, cheek time as mommy said.. this one's extra special because your cheeks are squishy and perfect.”
he leaned in slowly, pouting his lips again.
“mwahhh!”
he was about to land a kiss on her right cheek but she turned her head at the exact last second so his lips brushed her tiny ear instead.
the baby immediately took the chance and blew another enthusiastic raspberry right against his neck, letting out a “pttt” as she drooled.
jungkook pulled back, eyes wide in mock horror as he was coated with another layer of baby spit.
“again? sweet girl you're turning daddy all messy… aren't you huh?”
he questions with a hum as he nuzzles into her cheek placing a proper kiss there, letting out a drawn out playful growl that vibrated against her cheek, making her squeak which ended in a giggle as she grabbed into his hair.
“but it's okay, i love every single messy thing my little angel does.”
she titled her head looking at him with confused eyes but still babbled back loudly as if she understood everything her father was saying and was trying to mimic words back.
“you're learning so fast and daddy is so proud.”
you felt a familiar warmth in your chest, your heart fluttering.
the kind that made your eyes glisten.
watching jungkook like this, so patient and so completely in love with your daughter always hits you emotionally.
six months ago she was this fragile newborn in the hospital and now she was already kicking, laughing and trying to kiss.
time was moving too fast.
you wished it would slow down a little so you'd be able to savor every small moment and store them forever in your memory.
you didn't want your little girl to grow up at all.
you selfishly wanted to hold onto every moment like this.
you reached out to stroke her wispy hair that didn't fully grow yet as jungkook turned his playful eyes back to her.
“lip kisses are the best ones, you know that baby? the ones mama always gives you? you like them don't you?”
he looked at you with sparkling eyes.
“come here ma.”
you leaned in closer as the adorable face of your daughter turned to look at you instead with her lips pouted.
“my sweetheart...”
you crooned lovingly before you leaned down like you did a thousand times before to peck her tiny lips.
she immediately smacked her lips making a sound as if trying to copy you, her hands smacking on jungkook's chest who still held her in his arms.
“good girl.” jungkook praised.
his arm tightened further around your waist so you were completely tucked into his side and the babygirl was sitting on her father's chest.
“now it's daddy's turn yeah? pucker up like this.”
he demonstrated again.
“give dada a kiss back princess.”
the baby stared intently at his face, her face getting that serious concentrated baby face that always made you both laugh.
she reached out with one chubby hand tiny fingers poking curiously at his lower lip, tugging it instead of following her father's instructions.
“uh mah… mah mah.” she lets out high and sweetly, the words garbled but clearly attempting “mama.”
your heart squeezed at that struggling to hold back tears because you knew if you cried right now, your baby would let out a full blown sob too, like she'd always done when you get the slightest bit sad.
you didn't want to ruin the moment but you felt so overwhelmed with all the maternal feelings.
“did you hear that y/n? she's already calling for you and ignoring me.. no need for dada huh?”
he tried again, leaning in very slowly.
this time she surprised both of you.
with a sudden burst of baby energy she lunged forward, her whole upper body moving and planted her open mouth right on his chin.
it wasn't fully a kiss, more of a gum attack as she suckled on his chin making tiny motions she did when she fed from you since she was a breastfed kid and was still consistently feeding, she would suckle on anything.
and this was her own version of a kiss.
when she pulled back, her rosy lips were stretched in a gummy smile.
jungkook froze for a second before exploding in genuine laughter, he was completely a mess and covered in spit and he wouldn't trade it for anything else.
he'd take all of what she provided, if it meant having globes of baby saliva on his face or getting his skin fisted or hit.
“gosh that was the best almost kiss.. you just tried to eat dada's chin, didn't you hm?”
he looked at you, still laughing.
“baby did you see how determined she was?”
the babygirl thrilled by his reaction, immediately tried again.
this time her open mouthed lunge landed on his cheek with another wet smack.
she kicked her legs quickly and let out a string of happy baby talk.
“bah bah bah bah! ah goo! mah mah mah! dah dah!”
“look at her… she's mixing 'mama' and trying 'dada' now.”
you whispered as your breath hitched and reached over to gently wipe a bit of drool from her chin with your sleeve.
“look at her trying so hard for you kookie.”
jungkook immediately noticed your tears that had started streaming down your face without you noticing.
he kept one arm securely around his girl and used his free hand to squeeze yours, intertwining both your hands together as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.
his own voice cracked while talking, the vulnerability taking place without him being able to help himself.
“hey... don't cry ma.. these are the happy tears right?”
you let out a wet chuckle and nodded, pressing your cheek against his shoulder while he wiped your tears away.
he held his entire world in his arms.
feeling like the luckiest man to be able to have a family of his own.
both of his girls owned two pieces of his heart and he'd do anything to keep you both happy and smiling.
always.
you stayed like that for a while just breathing in the moment, then jungkook shifted the baby a little higher, supporting her under her armpits so her wobbly legs could “stand” on his stomach, bouncing her gently.
“one more time, my darling.. daddy will help you, watch my lips—mwah, now you do it… just like this.”
she watched, her pouty lips parting and closing as she practiced the motion.
then with a big grin that showed her toothless gums, she leaned forward this time even closer.
her lips actually brushed against his in a real very messy but half kiss.
“mmmah!”
she gurgled copying jungkook's mwaahs as she did it, pulling back with wide eyes as if she just knew she had done something special.
jungkook's entire face transformed with awe.
“she did it...”
he looked at you, both of your eyes welling with tears now.
“she really did give me her first real kiss… ugh.. i think my heart is actually exploding right now.”
he breathes out jokingly but you knew deep down that he was just speaking the truth.
you chuckled through the tears and leaned in to kiss your baby's forehead.
“good job… such a clever girl, mama and dada are so so proud of you.”
she clapped her little hands together, letting out loud squeals along with her cute coos.
“goo goo! mah mah! baahhhh.”
it continued like that for a long while after that.
jungkook peppering her with return kisses everywhere he could, her forehead or her cheeks and some on her button nose too.
he also focused on giving little kisses on her tiny feet and toes whenever she lifted them high, making her giggle at the ticklish feeling and cycles her legs more.
“mwah! mwah! mwah!”
it didn't take her a long time for her to mimic that word too and now that was all she was saying.
both of your stomachs hurt from the laughter.
“daddy loves you more than all the stars in the sky doesn't he? yes he does!”
she lets out a sneeze right after a kiss attempt spraying us both lightly, causing all three of us burst out into another fit of laughter.
you all were lost in your own world completely.
losing track of time.
there was so much affection surrounding the three of you like a bubble that didn't want to burst anytime soon.
and you were basking in it.
you just wanted to stay in bed all day with your baby daddy and your sweet little girl.
being silly together.
soon her movements grew slower as she switched between kissing you and jungkook.
more time passed and she started getting tired.
she nestled her head against jungkook's chest, one tiny hand grabbing against his chest because she always likes to grab onto something when she sleeps as she lets out a long contented sigh.
her rosy lips were still pouty and shiny from all the practice but she seemed the most relaxed ever.
the smile still didn't leave her face even as she slept.
jungkook rocked her slowly humming a lullaby, not talking anymore as he realized that she'd worked hard and now she'd grown exhausted.
“you did so well today, my baby.”
he whispered against her hair.
“i love you...”
he turned his head, whispering the same to you as he snuggled you both closer to him.
there had been a mess, drool stains on his shirt and sneezes.
but every single one made the morning funnier, sweeter and more unforgettable.
jungkook couldn't help but catch your lips in a slow kiss and you kissed him back with a whimper.
the kiss expressed the devotion he held for you more than words ever could.
he pulled back resting his forehead on you, both your breaths mingling together.
“thank you for this life mama... for giving me her.” he croaks out.
he fell in love with both of you more every single day.
if that was even possible.
your heart was so full it felt like it might burst as both your intertwined hands rested on top of your girl.
fitting together just like pieces of a puzzle.
“we're gonna do this together koo... always.”
your baby stirred, letting out a small murmur and blowing one final sleepy raspberry against her father's collarbone before drifting off once again.
and jungkook? he was already planning the next lesson for tomorrow.
─── IT'S JUST A CLUNK OF METAL! ✧･ﾟ he watched her often, in the little window across from his shop. she danced, she sang, she twirled around the shop like a fucking disney princess and he loved it, he yearned to be near her. and on one particular day, when the snow and wind howled outside; he got his wish. the beautiful florist across the street needed him, and he'd help her in more ways then one. ꕤ⠀ՙ
🔩 *◞ jeon jungkook x f ! reader ﹐☆ mechanic jungkook & florist reader snowed in trope sweet reader lowkey pussy drunk jungkook obsessed jungkook smut sex on a car oral (f. rec) fingering choking spitting edging chain kink unprotected sex dirty talk ➜﹒minors do not interact
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The garage door was rolled down tight against the biting winter wind, its heavy metal frame rattling every few seconds as another gust slammed into it. Only the small rectangular window cut into the steel offered a framed glimpse of the world outside— a blurry, swirling canvas of white and gray where snow whipped sideways in furious sheets. Inside the mechanic shop, the air was thick with the sharp, familiar scent of motor oil, burnt rubber, and warm metal. The overhead heaters hummed steadily, pushing out blessed waves of heat that battled the cold seeping through the cracks. Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting long shadows across tool-strewn workbenches and half-disassembled engines.
Jungkook stood near the front, rag in hand, absently wiping grease from his fingers as his gaze drifted— as it always did, toward that perfect little window across the narrow street. Your shop glowed like a beacon in the storm.
Soft, golden light spilled from the florist’s wide display windows, turning the falling snow into drifting sparks of amber. Through the delicate glass panes, framed by lush greenery and winter blooms, he could see you clearly. You moved with an effortless grace that made his chest tighten every single time. Tonight you were singing to yourself again. He couldn’t hear the melody over the howling wind and the low rumble of the shop’s ventilation system, save for the distance as well, but he didn’t need sound. The way your lips parted and shaped the words, the gentle sway of your body as you twirled lightly between the potted plants in the window display— it was like watching a private performance meant only for the flowers and the snow.
You held a small, pale green watering can in one hand, tilting it with careful precision as you misted the ferns and delicate winter jasmine that sat proudly in the front. Droplets caught the light like tiny diamonds before disappearing into the rich soil. Your free hand occasionally brushed a stray petal or adjusted a ribbon on a pre-made bouquet, your movements fluid and joyful. Your hair— loose and slightly tousled from the day’s work, caught the warm glow every time you spun, making you look like one of those Disney princesses from the old animated films he used to watch. Innocent. Radiant. Completely unaware that someone across the street was completely, hopelessly captivated.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, unconscious smile. God, he loved this part of the evening. The quiet ritual of watching you close up shop had become his favorite part of the day, even if it made his heart ache with a yearning he couldn’t quite name. You were so close, just a narrow street away— yet felt miles out of reach.
He’d imagined walking over there a hundred times: stepping into that fragrant, colorful world, introducing himself properly instead of offering awkward waves from across the road when your eyes accidentally met. But every time courage flickered, doubt snuffed it out. What would a woman like you want with a grease-stained mechanic who spent his days elbow-deep in engines?
“Earth to Jungkook.” A large hand suddenly waved in front of his face, breaking the spell so abruptly that Jungkook startled and nearly dropped the rag. He blinked, heat crawling up the back of his neck as he turned to face Namjoon.
Namjoon stood there in his thick winter coat, already zipped up to his chin, keys jingling in his pocket. His dimpled grin was wide and knowing, eyes sparkling with barely contained amusement. “You’ve got it bad, man. Like, painfully, obviously bad.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he adjusted the strap of his messenger bag. “How long are you gonna keep staring at her like a lovesick puppy? It’s been months. Just go talk to her already. Worst she can say is no.”
Jungkook felt his face flush hotter. He tossed the dirty rag onto the nearest workbench a little harder than necessary and waved his friend off with a scoff, trying to play it cool. “Shut up, hyung. It’s not like that.”
“Sure it’s not,” Namjoon laughed warmly, the sound rich and fond. He clapped Jungkook solidly on the shoulder as he headed for the side door, boots thudding against the concrete floor. “Whatever you say, lover boy. Just… the snow’s really picking up out there. Listen to that wind— it’s getting worse by the minute. Don’t stay too late, okay? Lock up soon and get home safe before the roads turn into an ice rink.”
“Yeah, yeah. I will,” Jungkook muttered, already drifting back toward the small window as the side door clicked shut behind Namjoon, leaving the shop quieter than before.
The wind howled louder now, a fierce, mournful sound that made the garage door shudder violently in its tracks. Snow lashed against the windowpane, blurring his view for a moment before the gust passed. Across the street, You were still moving between the plants in your window display, that soft, private little dance continuing as you prepared to close up for the night. The clock on his wall read just past six-forty-five — seven o’clock was creeping close. Soon You’d flip the “Open” sign to “Closed,” turn off the warm lights, and disappear into the storm.
Shaking his head at himself, Jungkook forced his gaze away and turned back toward the old sedan he’d been working on before Namjoon left. The hood was still propped open like a gaping mouth, exposing the engine’s tangled veins of hoses, wires, and metal. He grabbed a fresh rag and his wrench, the cool, heavy tool familiar and grounding in his palm. Leaning back under the hood, he lost himself for a while in the mechanical rhythm— tightening a stubborn bolt here, checking a loose hose clamp there. The sharp, acrid scent of motor oil and coolant mixed with the faint metallic tang of the shop surrounded him, a comforting contrast to the soft, imagined floral sweetness that always lingered in his mind whenever he thought of you.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor littered with tools and spare parts. Outside, the blizzard grew steadily more vicious. The wind screamed through the narrow street like a living thing, rattling the windows and making the entire building groan under its assault. Snow piled higher against the curb, turning parked cars into soft white mounds. Jungkook tried to focus, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the golden glow across the way— to the way you twirled between your plants like the storm didn’t exist for you.
He was deep in concentration, fingers working carefully around a delicate sensor, when a new sound sliced through the muffled roar of the storm.
A car engine struggling to turn over.
Click… click… click.
The rapid, helpless clicking echoed faintly from across the street— the unmistakable sound of a dead battery or a failing starter fighting against the freezing cold. It came again, more desperate this time. Then, soft curses drifted on the wind. Or rather… the gentlest almost-curses he’d ever heard. “Fudge… oh, come on, not tonight. Please, just…ugh!"
Jungkook froze mid-motion, wrench still gripped tightly in his grease-stained hand. That voice. He’d only caught snippets of it before— soft and melodic when you greeted customers on the sidewalk, warm with gentle laughter when you chatted with regulars outside your shop, the occasional polite “excuse me” when your paths briefly crossed. It was always sweet, wrapped in a quiet confidence that made something warm and fluttery bloom in his chest. Even now, frustrated and battling the bitter cold, you couldn’t bring yourself to swear properly. You said “fudge” like it was the most severe word you could manage, your tone still so endearingly soft and sure.
A slow, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. God, you were adorable. The kind of adorable that made his heart stutter and his stomach twist with yearning. He’d imagined hearing that voice directed at him so many times— saying his name, laughing at something silly he said, the soft sounds of your moans as he moved inside you.
He straightened up quickly, nearly banging his head on the raised hood in his haste. Heart suddenly racing, he peered out through the small rectangular window again, wiping away the condensation with the sleeve of his shirt.
There you were. You had made it to your little silver car parked right in front of your florist shop. The driver’s side door hung open, snow already dusting the dark fabric of the seat in delicate white flakes. You sat half-inside the vehicle, one booted foot still planted firmly on the snowy pavement as if ready to flee back into the shop at any moment. Your thick winter coat was pulled tightly around your small frame, the hood tugged up over your head, but a few loose strands of hair whipped wildly in the ferocious wind. You turned the key in the ignition once more — click… click… click— and let out another soft, defeated sound, your shoulders slumping visibly against the seat.
The storm was intensifying by the second. Visibility had dropped dramatically; the streetlights struggled to cut through the dense, swirling white curtain. Snow lashed sideways, stinging and relentless. Your car clearly wasn’t starting, and you were out there alone in the freezing dark, the temperature plummeting as night settled in.
This was it.
This was his sign— the universe finally giving him the push he’d been too cowardly to take on his own. Jungkook didn’t let himself overthink it this time. His pulse hammered hard against his ribs, a wild rhythm that drowned out the howling wind for a moment. He tossed the wrench onto the cluttered workbench with a loud metallic clatter, not caring where it landed. In one fluid motion, he snatched his heavy black coat from the hook by the side door and shrugged it on hastily, zipping it all the way up to his chin. He yanked a dark beanie over his messy, slightly sweat-dampened hair and shoved his gloves into his pockets, fingers already tingling with anticipation and nerves.
The side door of the shop groaned loudly as he pushed it open with his shoulder. The full, brutal force of the blizzard hit him instantly— like stepping into a frozen whirlwind. Icy wind sliced at his exposed cheeks and neck, snowflakes stinging his eyes and clinging to his lashes. The cold burned his lungs with the first deep breath, sharp and unforgiving. Snow had already accumulated several inches on the ground, crunching under his boots as he stepped fully outside.
He didn’t hesitate.
Jungkook pulled the door shut behind him with a firm click, the sound almost swallowed by the roaring storm, and began making his way across the narrow street toward you. Each step felt heavier than the last, not from the deepening snow but from the wild thud of his heart. The wind howled around him, whipping his coat and threatening to steal the air from his chest, but Jungkook pushed forward, eyes fixed on the small, bundled figure beside the silver car. Up close, You looked even smaller against the storm— delicate and out of place in the raging white chaos, like one of your own fragile winter blooms suddenly exposed to the elements.
Your hood framed Your face, cheeks already flushed a soft pink from the cold, and those strands of hair danced wildly around Your features. You looked... vulnerable. Beautiful. And something deep in his gut twisted with the sudden, vivid thought of how you might look flushed for entirely different reasons— lips parted, eyes half-lidded, that soft voice breaking into breathy little sounds as he...
He shoved the image away before it could fully form, cheeks burning hotter than the wind could cool. Not now, you idiot. Focus.
You turned the key again just as he reached you, another helpless click... click... click — and let out a quiet, frustrated sigh that the wind nearly carried away. When You glanced up and saw him standing there, your eyes widened in surprise, lashes dusted with snowflakes.
“Hey,” Jungkook said, raising his voice just enough to cut through the storm without shouting. He offered what he hoped was a warm, reassuring smile, snow already piling on his shoulders and beanie. “Need some help? Your car’s not turning over, sounds like the battery or the starter’s giving you trouble in this cold.”
You blinked at him, gloved hands still gripping the steering wheel. For a moment you seemed flustered, shifting in your seat as another gust of wind rocked the car. “Oh... um, I’m so sorry,” You said, your voice soft and sweet even through the embarrassment, exactly like he remembered. It wrapped around him warmer than any heater. “I know it’s freezing out here, and you really don’t have to help. I can try calling someone or... or wait it out. I don’t want to bother you.”
Jungkook shook his head immediately, stepping a little closer so the wind didn’t swallow his words. Snow crunched under his boots as he gestured gently toward you. “It’s no bother at all. Really. I’m Jungkook, I own the mechanic shop right across the street.” He pointed behind him through the swirling white, where the faint outline of his garage door was just visible. “Pushing your car over there would be easy, and I can take a look at it inside where it’s warm. You can hang out with me while I work on it, wait out the storm. No sense sitting out here freezing when the roads are only getting worse.”
He watched you process his offer, the way You knawed gently on your bottom lip in thought. That small, unconscious habit made his chest tighten. Your teeth pressed into the soft pink flesh, leaving a faint indent, and for a fleeting second his mind wandered again, wondering how that lip would feel under his thumb, or between his teeth, how You might sound if he kissed you slow and deep until You forgot all about the cold. Soft. You’d probably sound so soft... maybe a little whimper, all sweet and surprised...
He cleared his throat, forcing his thoughts back to the present as You finally nodded, a shy smile breaking through your hesitation. “Okay... if you’re sure it’s not too much trouble,” You said quietly, still sounding a little uncertain but grateful. “Thank you. Really.”
Relief and excitement surged through him, warm despite the freezing air. “Great. Just put it in neutral and I’ll be right back to open the garage.”
Jungkook jogged back across the street, boots sinking deeper into the fresh powder with every stride. The wind fought him the whole way, but he barely felt it now, adrenaline and something brighter buzzing under his skin. He reached the side door of his shop, fumbled with the keys for only a second before unlocking it and slipping inside. The relative warmth hit him like a blessing, but he didn’t linger. Moving quickly to the control panel, he hit the button for the main garage door. It rumbled to life with a low, mechanical groan, slowly rolling upward and letting in a rush of icy air and swirling snow as it revealed the brightly lit interior of the shop.
He stepped back outside immediately, waving toward your car through the storm. “Alright, it’s open! Let’s get you inside!”
Together they worked to push the car. Jungkook positioned himself at the rear, hands braced firmly on the trunk, muscles flexing under his coat as he leaned into it. “You don’t have to help,” he called out to you over the wind. “I’ve got it, the snow’s slippery, just get in and steer if you want!”
But you insisted, shaking your head as You moved to the side of the car, gloved hands pressing against the driver’s door frame. “No, I want to help. It’s my car, the least I can do.” Your voice carried that same gentle determination, and he couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at his lips.
The car was heavy, resistant against the accumulating snow and ice, but with both of them pushing it slowly began to roll forward. Jungkook’s boots dug in for traction, his breath coming in visible puffs as he put real effort into it. You pushed alongside him, smaller frame leaning in with surprising determination, your soft grunts of effort mixing with the howl of the wind. Every time their eyes met briefly through the flurry, You offered a shy little smile that made his pulse stutter. The narrow street felt endless in the storm, snow stinging their faces, wind tugging at their coats, but inch by inch they moved your silver car across the road and up the slight incline into the open garage bay. The moment the tires crossed the threshold, the raging blizzard dulled to a muffled roar outside the rising door.
Warm air from the shop’s industrial heaters rushed forward to greet you both, chasing away the sharp, biting cold that had clung to your coats, your hair, and your cheeks. Snow that had dusted your shoulders and boots began to melt almost immediately, forming tiny glistening puddles on the concrete floor beneath you.
Jungkook brushed fresh flakes from his beanie and shook out his heavy black coat, small droplets scattering. He tried to steady the sudden, wild rhythm of his heart. You were here. Actually here, inside his shop, alone with him, the rest of the world locked out by the raging snow.
“You can sit anywhere you want,” he said, his voice warm and steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest. He gestured around the spacious garage with a gloved hand. “Make yourself comfortable. There’s a folding chair right over there by the workbench if you’d like, or the stool by the tool chest. Whatever feels good.”
You nodded shyly, offering him a small, grateful smile that made something bright and warm bloom low in his stomach. “Thank you… again. I really appreciate this,” you murmured, your voice soft and sweet, still carrying that gentle lilt he had admired from across the street for so long.
He watched as you moved toward the old metal folding chair beside the sedan he’d been working on earlier. You brushed a few stray snowflakes from your coat before lowering yourself onto the seat, your posture a little stiff at first, hands resting neatly in your lap as if you were trying not to take up too much space. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a soft, diffused glow over you, highlighting the pretty flush still lingering on your cheeks from the harsh cold outside. Your hair was slightly tousled from the wind, a few damp strands clinging to your forehead and temples. You looked so beautifully out of place in the middle of his gritty, oil-scented world— delicate and bright like one of your own winter flowers suddenly transplanted into a mechanic’s garage. And yet… you fit. Somehow. Perfectly.
Jungkook forced himself to turn away before he could stare too long. He moved to your silver car and popped the hood with a practiced, smooth motion. The metal creaked as it lifted, revealing the engine bay. Leaning in, he examined the components with focused eyes, his fingers moving with familiar ease over cold metal and plastic. The sharp, familiar scent of motor oil, coolant, and rubber filled his nose again, grounding him in the familiar rhythm of work. But underneath it all, something much sweeter drifted toward him— your perfume. Soft, floral, with delicate hints of vanilla, fresh blooms, and something warm and feminine that made his pulse stutter and his thoughts scatter for a dangerous moment.
God… you smell like springtime wrapped in sugar. Like you could bloom right here in the middle of all this grease and metal.
He tried his hardest to stay focused on the battery terminals, checking the connections and corrosion, but his mind wandered anyway. Just for a second. He pictured you right here, bent forward over this same hood, your coat long discarded, back arched beautifully as he pressed up close behind you. The way your soft voice might break into breathy little gasps and moans, sweet, surprised at first, then growing needier as he thrust deep and slow inside you. Your hands gripping the edge of the hood, knuckles turning white, while he whispered filthy praises against the nape of your neck, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip. How you might sound when you finally let go— those delicate “fudge” habits replaced by desperate whimpers of his name, your body trembling under him as he—
Jungkook snapped out of the vivid fantasy hard, blinking rapidly as a rush of heat crawled up the back of his neck and settled low in his belly. He cleared his throat roughly and forced his attention back to the engine. Get it together, Jeon. She — you — are sitting right there. Focus.
After a thorough inspection, the diagnosis was simple and clear. He straightened up, wiping his hands on a relatively clean rag, and turned toward you. “It’s just the battery,” he announced gently. “The extreme cold drained it pretty badly tonight. It happens a lot this time of year with older batteries. I can jump it easily with my truck once we’re ready, but…” He paused, glancing toward the closed garage door where the wind continued to scream and rattle the metal. “The roads are way too icy right now. Even if we get the car started, I wouldn’t trust driving anywhere in this mess. Visibility is terrible, and the plows probably won’t come through for hours. We’re probably stuck here for a few hours at least— maybe more, until the storm eases up.”
He leaned one hip casually against the front of your car, trying to look relaxed even as his heart hammered.
You were sitting there looking adorably nervous, hands wringing together in your lap in that sweet, unconscious way. Your fingers twisted and fidgeted, betraying your anxiety even as you tried to keep your expression calm. Your bottom lip was caught gently between your teeth again, eyes wide and uncertain as you processed his words. The sight made his chest tighten with something fiercely protective and warm all at once.
“I’m really sorry about this,” you said softly, huffing out a small, resigned breath that made your shoulders rise and fall. “I should’ve left the shop earlier… or checked the battery before the storm got so bad. But… yeah, I think waiting is the best option. I don’t want either of us sliding off the road or getting stuck somewhere worse.”
Jungkook nodded immediately, offering you a gentle, reassuring smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Hey, no apologies needed at all. I’m genuinely glad I was still here to help. Honestly, it’s no trouble. This is what I do.” He gestured vaguely around the warmly lit shop with one hand. “We’ve got plenty of heat, lights, tools— whatever we need. I can even make some coffee or hot chocolate if you’d like. There’s a mini-fridge and hot plate over there. Beats sitting alone in a freezing car waiting for a tow truck that might not even show up tonight.”
You relaxed a little at his words, your shoulders easing as you gave him another shy, tentative smile. The way your eyes softened when they met his made his stomach flip pleasantly. “Hot chocolate sounds really nice, actually… if it’s not too much trouble,” you admitted quietly.
“It’s not trouble at all,” he replied quickly, maybe a touch too eagerly. He pushed off your car and moved toward the small break area in the corner of the shop, where the mini-fridge hummed softly and a hot plate waited on a cluttered counter. As he filled the kettle with water and searched for the packets of hot chocolate mix, he couldn’t help stealing glances back at you over his shoulder.
You were still sitting there on the folding chair, hands now resting more calmly in your lap, but that faint nervous energy lingered in the gentle way you watched him move around his space. The shop felt smaller now, cozier, the storm outside creating a strange, intimate bubble just for the two of you. Warm golden light, the low hum of heaters, the faint sweet scent of your perfume mixing with the earthy notes of oil and metal… and hours stretching ahead of you both.
Jungkook’s mind wandered again— unbidden, dangerous, and far too tempting. He wondered how long it would take for that adorable shyness to melt away in the warmth. How your voice might change when it wasn’t so polite and careful anymore. How you’d look with your hair messy from his hands, cheeks flushed deep pink for reasons that had nothing to do with the cold outside, and those soft, pretty lips parting around quiet, needy sounds of his name.
He swallowed hard, stirring the hot chocolate a little more vigorously than necessary, trying to ignore the growing heat low in his belly and the way his jeans suddenly felt tighter. “Here you go,” he said gently, walking back toward you with both steaming mugs. He handed you the white one, careful not to spill any as he lowered himself onto the low rolling stool a respectful distance away from your chair. “Careful, it’s hot. I added a little extra cocoa, figured we could use something sweet after dealing with that storm.”
You accepted the mug with both hands, wrapping your fingers around the warm ceramic like it was a lifeline. A tiny, grateful smile curved your lips as you inhaled the chocolatey aroma. “Thank you… this smells amazing.” You took a careful sip, eyes fluttering closed for a brief second in pure contentment. The soft little hum of satisfaction that escaped you made Jungkook’s chest tighten.
For a few minutes, the only sounds were the muffled howl of the wind outside, the steady hum of the heaters, and the quiet occasional clink of your mugs. You both sat in a comfortable but slightly charged silence at first, the storm creating an intimate little world just for the two of you. The shop lights cast a warm, golden hue over everything, softening the usual harshness of tools and metal. Snow continued to pile against the small window in the garage door, but in here it felt almost… peaceful.
“So… how long have you owned the flower shop?” Jungkook asked eventually, his voice low and curious. He leaned forward slightly on the stool, elbows resting on his knees, genuinely wanting to know everything about you.
You glanced up at him, cheeks still carrying that pretty flush from the cold and now the warm drink. “Almost two years now. It was my dream for so long— having a little place where people could come in and feel something beautiful and fresh even in the middle of winter.” Your fingers traced the rim of the mug absently. “I love watching people light up when they find the perfect bouquet or when a plant they thought was dying starts thriving again. It’s… healing, I guess.”
Jungkook nodded, his dark eyes never leaving your face. “I can see that. From across the street, I’ve watched you dancing around with the plants, singing to them sometimes.” He admitted it with a soft, sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry if that sounds creepy. It’s just… you always look so happy in there. Like the whole world outside doesn’t touch you when you’re surrounded by flowers.”
Your eyes widened a little in surprise, then softened with shy amusement. You bit your bottom lip gently— that adorable habit again, before replying, “You noticed that? I didn’t think anyone could see me through the window when I get like that. I guess I forget people are watching sometimes. It’s embarrassing… but also kind of nice to know someone was paying attention.”
The air between you felt warmer, thicker. Jungkook’s gaze dropped briefly to your mouth as you spoke, then flicked back up to your eyes. “It’s not embarrassing. It’s… really beautiful. You make the whole street brighter.”
You looked down into your mug, a delicate blush deepening on your cheeks. “That’s sweet of you to say. I’ve noticed you too, you know. You’re always working so hard over here— covered in grease but still smiling when customers leave happy. And you have this focused look when you’re under a hood… it’s kind of captivating.”
Jungkook’s heart stuttered at your words. He hadn’t expected you to admit that. The compliment landed softly, making heat bloom in his chest and lower. He shifted on the stool, suddenly very aware of how close you were sitting now, only a couple of feet apart in the quiet shop.
The conversation flowed more easily after that. You told him about your favorite flowers (peonies in spring, paperwhites in winter), the funny regulars who came in every week, and how you sometimes stayed late just to rearrange displays because it calmed you. He shared stories about ridiculous car repairs — the time someone brought in a car with a family of squirrels living in the engine, or the customer who insisted their “check engine” light was just the car being dramatic. You laughed at his animated retelling, the sound light and melodic, filling the shop and making Jungkook’s stomach flip every time.
As the minutes stretched into an hour, the storm outside seemed to grow even fiercer, wind rattling the garage door like it wanted in. But inside, the space between you had slowly shrunk. At some point, Jungkook had moved his stool closer without realizing it, drawn in by the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about your shop and the way you leaned forward when listening to him. Your knees were almost brushing now. The sweet scent of your perfume mixed with chocolate and the faint trace of his cologne created an intoxicating little bubble.
You shivered lightly despite the heat, setting your empty mug aside. “It’s still so cold out there… I can’t believe how fast the storm got this bad.”
Without thinking, Jungkook shrugged off his thick flannel overshirt— the one he wore over his plain black t-shirt and offered it to you. “Here. It’s warmer than it looks. The heaters are good, but sometimes the draft still sneaks in.”
You hesitated for only a second before accepting it, draping the oversized flannel over your shoulders. It swallowed your frame, the sleeves hanging past your hands, but the sight of you in his clothes did dangerous things to his pulse. You looked soft. Small. Like you belonged right here with him.
“Thank you,” you whispered, pulling the fabric closer around you. Your eyes met his, holding longer this time. The shy nervousness from earlier had faded into something warmer, more open. “You’re really kind, Jungkook. I was so scared when my car wouldn’t start, but… I’m glad it was you who came out.”
His breath caught. The way you said his name— soft, sincere, sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold. He set his own mug down and leaned in just a fraction closer, voice dropping lower. “I’m glad it was me too. I’ve wanted to talk to you properly for months. Watching you from across the street… it was nice, but this is better. A lot better.”
The air grew heavy with unspoken tension. Your gaze flicked down to his lips for the briefest moment before returning to his eyes. Jungkook’s heart pounded hard against his ribs. He could see the faint rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers tightened slightly in the fabric of his flannel. Everything felt slower, more intimate, the storm outside a distant roar compared to the quiet electricity building between you.
“You know…” he continued softly, his hand moving almost on its own to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from your cheek. His knuckles grazed your skin, warm and slightly rough from work. “I’ve thought about what it would be like to finally be this close to you. To hear your voice without a street between us.”
Your breath hitched softly at the touch, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into it just a little, eyes half-lidded and trusting. “I… I’ve thought about it too,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “More than I probably should have.”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Jungkook searched your eyes one last time, giving you every chance to stop him. When you didn’t, he closed the small remaining distance between you, tilting his head slightly as his lips met yours in a slow, gentle kiss.
It started soft— tentative and sweet, like testing warm water. Your lips were even softer than he had imagined, tasting faintly of chocolate and something uniquely you. A quiet sigh escaped you as you kissed him back, one hand coming up to rest lightly against his chest. The flannel slipped slightly off one shoulder, but neither of you cared. Jungkook’s hand cupped your cheek tenderly, thumb brushing your skin as he deepened the kiss just enough to pour months of quiet yearning into it, slow, reverent, and full of the warmth that had been building all evening.
Your breath mingled with his, both of you still close enough that the slightest movement would bring your mouths together again. You didn’t pull away. Instead, your fingers curled lightly into the front of his black t-shirt, holding on as if you were afraid the moment might slip away.
You pulled away only for a second, Jungkook’s dark eyes searched yours for only a heartbeat before he leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss. This one wasn’t quite as tentative. It was slower, more intentional— his mouth moving against yours with a quiet hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for months. One of his hands slid to the nape of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair, while the other rested at your waist, pulling you just a little closer on the chair.
You sighed softly into the kiss, a delicate sound that made something tighten low in Jungkook’s stomach. He loved it immediately, that sweet, breathy little noise that escaped you when his lips pressed more firmly. It was needy in the softest way, exactly like he had imagined during all those stolen glances across the street. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips until you parted for him with another quiet, almost surprised hum.
The shop around you seemed to fade even further. The distant roar of the storm became background noise compared to the soft, wet sounds of your mouths moving together and the quickening rhythm of your breathing. Jungkook groaned low in his throat when your tongue shyly met his, the taste of chocolate and warmth flooding his senses. He kissed you harder, more insistently, savoring every little gasp and whimper that slipped from you as the intensity built.
Your hands wandered. One stayed fisted in his t-shirt while the other slowly slid up to his chest, fingers brushing over the thin silver chain that rested against his collarbones. The cool metal contrasted with the heat of his skin. When you wrapped your fingers around the chain and gave a tiny, experimental tug, Jungkook’s breath hitched sharply.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny and slightly swollen, eyes dark with want. Your cheeks were flushed a deep pink, lashes fluttering as you tried to catch your breath. The oversized flannel had slipped further off one shoulder, revealing the soft curve of your neck and the edge of your sweater underneath. You looked beautiful, shy, but clearly affected, lips parted and breathing uneven. “You like that?” he murmured, voice rougher than before. His thumb brushed tenderly over your bottom lip. “Grabbing my chain… pulling me closer?”
You bit your lip, that adorable nervous habit making his heart stutter even as heat pooled hotter in his veins. Your fingers tightened around the silver links again, but you didn’t pull yet. Instead, you nodded shyly, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to his. The combination of innocence and quiet desire in your gaze was devastatingly hot. Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, heated smile. “Go ahead, baby,” he whispered, leaning in so his forehead rested against yours once more. His voice dropped even lower, intimate and encouraging. “Yank on it. As hard as you want. I like it when you get a little needy.”
The shy nod you gave him, small, almost hesitant, but paired with the way your eyes sparkled with newfound boldness— was both incredibly adorable and undeniably arousing. The moment your fingers tightened properly around the chain and gave a firmer tug, pulling his mouth back down to yours, Jungkook let out a low, appreciative groan.
The kiss ignited.
He surged forward, mouth claiming yours with more heat this time. The gentle exploration from before melted into something hungrier, more desperate. His tongue slid against yours in slow, thorough strokes, tasting you deeply as he tilted his head to kiss you at a better angle. You whimpered softly— a needy little sound that went straight to his cock, and he swallowed it eagerly, drinking in every soft moan and breathy sigh you offered.
Your grip on his chain never loosened. Every time the kiss grew more intense, you tugged him closer, the cool metal pressing into the back of his neck as you pulled him in like you couldn’t get enough. Jungkook loved the way it felt, the slight sting when you yanked harder, the silent demand in the gesture that contrasted so perfectly with your shy, sweet nature. It made him kiss you harder, one hand sliding down to grip your hip, fingers digging in just enough to anchor you as he leaned over you on the chair.
The makeout session turned heated fast. Wet, open-mouthed kisses replaced the softer ones. Your soft sounds grew needier— little whimpers and quiet moans that spilled from you whenever his teeth grazed your bottom lip or his tongue explored deeper. Jungkook was addicted to them already. Every time you made that delicate, desperate noise, he responded with a low growl of his own, pressing closer until your knees parted slightly and he could settle between them.
He broke the kiss only long enough to trail his lips along your jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck. When he gently sucked at the sensitive spot just below your ear, you let out a particularly sweet, breathy moan that made his hips twitch involuntarily. “Fuck… you sound so pretty,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with arousal. “Those little sounds… keep making them for me, baby. I could listen to you all night.”
Your fingers yanked on the chain again, harder this time, guiding his mouth back to yours in a messy, heated kiss. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, and the quiet shop filled with the sounds of your growing desperation— soft whimpers, the wet slide of lips, and the occasional needy whine that escaped you when Jungkook’s hand squeezed your waist or his teeth nipped gently at your lower lip.
Jungkook groaned low into your mouth every time you whimpered, the sound vibrating against your tongue and sending sparks straight down your spine. He was quickly becoming addicted to those soft, needy noises you made. Each little whine and breathy moan spilled from you like music, so sweet and desperate that it made his cock strain harder against the front of his jeans.
His large hand, which had been gripping your hip possessively, began to wander with deliberate slowness. He gave you every opportunity to stop him, trailing his palm down the curve of your thigh before sliding it inward. When his fingers finally pressed over the seam of your pants, rubbing firmly against your clothed pussy, a sharp gasp escaped you. Your hips twitched forward involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious pressure even through the layers of fabric.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard in the warm, oil-scented air of the shop. His dark eyes were blown wide with lust, locked intensely on yours as his fingers continued those slow, teasing circles over your core. Even muted by your pants and underwear, the heat and dampness radiating from you made his breath hitch.
“Is this okay, baby?” he murmured, voice rough and low, barely above a whisper. His thumb pressed a little firmer against your clit through the fabric, drawing another soft whimper from your lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop. I’ll stop anytime.”
The warmth of the shop’s heaters wrapped around you both, but it was nothing compared to the fire building low in your belly from his touch. You were already aching, wetness soaking into your panties as his fingers worked you so perfectly. Shy as you still felt, the need was stronger. You shook your head quickly, voice coming out breathy and trembling with want. “Don’t stop… please, Jungkook.”
That desperate little “please” made something primal flare in his chest. Jungkook’s lips crashed back onto yours in a deeper, more claiming kiss, tongue sliding against yours as his fingers rubbed harder, pressing the seam of your pants right against your swollen clit. The wet heat between your legs grew with every stroke, and your soft whines turned higher, needier, spilling uncontrollably into his mouth. He swallowed every sound greedily, loving how your body responded so honestly— hips rolling against his hand, fingers tightening around his chain until the links pressed into the back of his neck.
After several long, heated minutes of kissing and teasing touches, Jungkook broke away again, lips trailing hot and open-mouthed along your jaw and down the sensitive column of your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin as he spoke, voice thick with restraint and raw desire. “Can I take your pants off?” he asked, fingers still rubbing those maddening circles that made your thighs tremble. “I want to touch you properly… feel how wet and warm you are for me. Is that okay, baby?”
Your heart raced, cheeks burning with a mix of shyness and overwhelming arousal. You wanted him— wanted this, so badly that the words slipped out easily, shaky but certain. “Yes… I want you. So bad.”
Jungkook let out a low, appreciative groan that vibrated against your neck. “Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your pulse point before pulling back. He helped you slide off the folding chair on slightly shaky legs, his hands gentle yet sure as they moved to the waistband of your pants. With careful reverence, he hooked his fingers into both your pants and panties, sliding them slowly down your thighs together. The cool air of the garage kissed your newly exposed skin, raising goosebumps along your legs as he knelt briefly to pull the fabric completely off, along with your boots and socks. He set the bundle neatly aside on a nearby cluttered workbench, his eyes never leaving your body.
When he rose to his feet again, his gaze was dark and hungry, drinking in the sight of your bare lower half. The oversized flannel you still wore— his flannel, hung loosely off one shoulder, the hem brushing teasingly against the tops of your thighs. You looked breathtaking like this: flushed, shy, and exposed in the middle of his mechanic shop, surrounded by tools and the faint scent of oil and metal. It was such a filthy contrast to your soft, floral sweetness, and it made his cock twitch painfully.
Instead of returning you to the chair, Jungkook guided you backward until the backs of your thighs met the wide, sturdy workbench behind you. It was the perfect height, high enough that when he stepped between your parted legs, your bodies aligned beautifully, his hips brushing against your inner thighs. The flannel slipped further down your shoulder, revealing more soft skin, but you made no move to fix it.
He leaned in close, capturing your lips in another deep, heated kiss before pulling back just enough to ask again, his voice husky and careful. “Can I touch you now, baby? Really touch you… with my fingers?”
“Yes,” you breathed out immediately, the word coming out whiny and desperate, your hips shifting restlessly on the edge of the workbench. Your fingers tugged on his chain again, pulling him closer as need pulsed through you. “Please, Jungkook… I need it. Touch me.”
The needy whine in your voice nearly broke his control. Jungkook’s eyes darkened further, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he slid one large, warm hand between your thighs. His fingers glided through your slick folds, parting them gently and coating themselves in your arousal. “So fucking wet already,” he murmured appreciatively, voice hoarse with awe. “All this pretty slick just for me? You’re dripping, baby.”
He started slow and teasing, circling your swollen clit with two fingers in gentle, deliberate strokes— light pressure at first that gradually grew firmer as your reactions encouraged him. Every slow circle drew another needy sound from deep in your throat: high, whiny little moans and breathy whimpers that filled the warm garage and made Jungkook’s breathing grow ragged. He watched your face the entire time, mesmerized by the way your eyes fluttered half-closed, how your mouth fell open in pleasure, how your head tipped back slightly when he hit that perfect spot.
“That’s it… make those pretty sounds for me,” he praised softly, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers continued their torturous circles. “You sound so fucking needy, baby. I love it. Love hearing how much you want my touch. Keep whining for me like that.”
When your hips began rolling more insistently against his hand, chasing the pleasure, Jungkook shifted lower. He pressed one thick finger slowly inside your tight heat, moving carefully and gently pumping in and out to open you up. The wet, slick sounds of his finger gliding through your arousal mixed with your increasingly desperate whines, creating an intoxicating rhythm that echoed softly in the shop. He curled his finger just enough to brush that sensitive spot inside you, drawing a particularly sweet, high-pitched whimper from your lips.
“Relax for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing along your neck and collarbone as he carefully added a second finger. He stretched you slowly, deliciously, scissoring gently while his thumb kept up those firm circles on your clit. The pace remained soft and deliberate, thorough prep rather than anything rushed— but the way you clenched around his fingers and let out those needy, whiny moans told him you were falling apart so beautifully.
Every whimper, every desperate roll of your hips, every soft “please” that slipped from your lips made Jungkook’s own arousal spike higher. His cock was rock hard, pressing insistently against his jeans as he worked you open with patient, skilled fingers. He kissed you deeply again, swallowing your moans while his fingers continued their slow, thorough exploration, curling, pumping, and rubbing until your thighs trembled around his waist and your whines grew louder, more urgent.
The storm outside continued to howl and rattle the garage door, snow piling higher against the windows, but inside this warm, intimate bubble, the only thing that mattered was the way you sounded for him— needy, whiny, and utterly perfect.
Jungkook had no intention of rushing.
He wanted to hear every single desperate sound you could make before the night was over.
Jungkook’s fingers continued their slow, thorough work between your thighs, two thick digits pumping gently inside your slick heat while his thumb circled your swollen clit with firm, precise strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving through your arousal filled the warm garage, mixing with the distant howl of the storm outside. Your soft whines had already grown into breathier, needier moans, but he could tell you were ready for more. He watched your face closely, dark eyes drinking in every flutter of your lashes and every parting of your lips.
Testing the waters, he curled his fingers harder, thrusting them a little deeper and faster, the heel of his palm pressing firmly against your clit with each stroke. The change in pace was deliberate, rougher than before, but still careful, watching for your reaction. Your response was immediate and beautiful.
A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as your head fell back, eyes squeezing shut in overwhelming pleasure. Your fingers shot down to grab onto his forearm, nails digging into the hard muscle there as your hips bucked against his hand. “Ah— Jungkook!” The moan came out loud and desperate, echoing softly in the shop. You clenched tightly around his fingers, thighs trembling around his waist as waves of heat crashed through you.
Jungkook’s breath hitched sharply, a low, hungry groan rumbling in his chest. Fuck. He loved every second of it— the way your pretty face contorted in pleasure, the way your voice cracked on his name, the way your body gripped him so greedily. Watching you fall apart on his fingers was quickly becoming his new favorite sight. Your grip on his arm only spurred him on, your nails leaving little crescent marks on his skin that he would wear proudly.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, voice thick with arousal as he kept up the rougher pace, fingers thrusting deeper, curling harder against that sensitive spot inside you. “You like it a little rougher? Look at you… falling apart so pretty for me. Moan louder, sweetheart. Let me hear how good it feels.”
You did exactly that. Another loud, needy moan spilled from your lips, your back arching as you held onto his arm like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips rolled desperately against his hand, chasing every thrust, every press of his palm. The flannel hung loosely off your shoulders, barely covering anything anymore, your skin flushed and glowing under the warm shop lights. Jungkook couldn’t look away— you were a vision: needy, whiny, and completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you.
But the more he watched you, the more desperate he became. His cock was painfully hard, straining against his jeans, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed to taste you.
After a few more rough, deep thrusts of his fingers that drew another loud sob-like moan from you, Jungkook slowed just enough to speak, his voice raw and almost begging. “Baby… fuck, I need a taste. I’ve been dying to know how sweet this pretty pussy is.” His fingers kept moving slowly inside you as he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “Please… can I eat you out? Let me put my mouth on you. I’ll make you feel so good — I promise.”
You were trembling, chest heaving, but the desperate plea in his voice made fresh heat flood between your legs. You nodded frantically, voice coming out in a broken, needy whisper. “Yes… yes, please. I want your mouth.”
The relief and hunger that flashed across Jungkook’s face were instantaneous. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his lips for a quick, filthy taste that made his eyes flutter shut with a deep groan. “So fucking sweet already,” he muttered, almost to himself.
Without wasting another second, Jungkook dropped gracefully to his knees in front of the workbench. The concrete floor was hard and cold against his knees, but he didn’t care— nothing mattered except the sight of you spread open for him. He hooked his strong hands under your thighs, spreading you wider and pulling you closer to the edge of the workbench until your pussy was right at the perfect height for his mouth. The flannel had slipped almost completely off one shoulder now, bunching around your elbows, leaving most of your upper body beautifully exposed.
Jungkook looked up at you one last time, eyes dark and blown with lust, lips slightly parted. “Keep making those sounds for me, baby. I want to hear every single one.”
Then he leaned in and connected his mouth to your core.
The first broad, slow lick from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your clit drew a loud, sob-like cry of pleasure from your throat. Your back arched sharply off the workbench, one hand flying down to tangle desperately in his soft, dark hair while the other gripped the edge of the table. “Oh my god— Jungkook!” The moan came out broken and overwhelmed, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.
Jungkook groaned deeply against your pussy, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He didn’t hold back. His tongue worked you with hungry, expert strokes, licking broad and flat over your folds, then flicking rapidly against your swollen clit before sucking it gently between his lips. He alternated between long, thorough licks that collected every drop of your slick and focused suction that made your thighs shake violently around his head.
“Fuck… you taste even better than I imagined,” he mumbled against your core, voice muffled and reverent. He lapped at you like a man starved, tongue dipping inside your entrance before circling your clit again with relentless precision. Every sob, every loud moan, every desperate whimper that spilled from your lips only made him more eager. He gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open as he devoured you, the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working your pussy filling the garage alongside your cries.
You were falling apart completely now. Loud, needy sobs of pleasure echoed around you with every pass of his tongue. Your hips bucked against his face, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled him closer, grinding against his mouth in search of more friction. Jungkook loved it— loved the way you lost control, the way your usually soft, shy voice turned into these broken, desperate sounds just for him. He hummed and groaned against your core, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation that made your toes curl.
He sucked your clit into his mouth again, flicking his tongue rapidly while two fingers slid back inside you, thrusting in time with his mouth. The dual sensation— his hot, wet tongue and his thick fingers stretching you— pushed you higher and higher. Your moans turned into loud, continuous whines and sobs, your entire body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your arousal. His voice was rough, desperate, and full of awe. “That’s my girl… let go for me, baby. Come on my tongue. I want to feel you fall apart.”
Then he dove back in, mouth working you even more intensely, fingers curling perfectly inside you as he pushed you relentlessly toward the edge. Jungkook’s tongue worked you relentlessly, broad strokes and rapid flicks alternating with deep, sucking pressure on your swollen clit. His two thick fingers pumped steadily inside you, curling against that perfect spot with every thrust. Your loud, broken sobs of pleasure filled the warm garage, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy. Your fingers were tangled tightly in his dark hair, hips grinding desperately against his face as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.
He pulled back for just a moment, only long enough to look up at you with dark, lust-blown eyes. His lips were shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your slick. Without breaking eye contact, he gathered saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto your core— a warm, filthy stripe landing right over your clit and dripping down to your entrance.
The sensation was almost overwhelming.
A sharp, needy cry tore from your throat as the warm spit made contact with your already sensitive flesh. Before you could even process it, Jungkook’s fingers were there, spreading the wetness, fucking his spit slowly and deliberately into your hole. The lewd, squelching sound it made was filthy and intoxicating. He pushed two fingers deep, twisting them as he spread the slick mixture, opening you up even more while his thumb continued teasing circles around your clit.
“Oh— god, Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, the words slipping out broken and desperate. The added wetness, the way his fingers fucked his own spit into you so deliberately, it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through your body. Your thighs trembled violently around his head, hips jerking involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation.
While his mouth hovered teasingly close, still breathing hot against your core, you couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands moved frantically to the oversized flannel still hanging loosely off your shoulders. You tugged it off completely, letting it pool behind you on the workbench. Next came your sweater— you yanked it up and over your head in one hurried motion, tossing it aside. Your bra followed quickly, unclasped with shaky fingers and discarded somewhere on the floor. The cool air of the shop kissed your newly bare skin, making your nipples harden instantly into tight peaks.
Completely naked now except for the way your body was spread open for him, you palmed at your own tits. Your hands squeezed the soft, warm flesh, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples before pinching and tugging on them gently at first, then a little harder as the pleasure between your legs intensified.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked upward the moment you started touching yourself. His mouth was still on you— tongue lapping slowly at your folds, but his gaze locked onto your hands as they kneaded and played with your breasts. The sight of you squeezing the soft flesh, fingers tweaking and tugging on your nipples, sent a deep, guttural groan vibrating straight against your core.
“Fuck… look at you,” he moaned against your pussy, the words muffled but full of raw hunger. “Touching your pretty tits while I eat you out… you’re so fucking hot, baby.”
The vibration of his groan combined with the way his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit again pushed you right to the edge. His fingers never stopped, still fucking his spit and your slick deeper into you with rougher, wet thrusts. The dual sensation, his hot mouth sucking on your clit and his thick fingers stretching and filling you— was too much.
Your back arched sharply off the workbench, one hand still squeezing your breast while the other tightened painfully in his hair. “Jungkook— I’m— ahh!” The orgasm hit you hard. A loud, sobbing cry ripped from your throat as pleasure exploded through your body. Your pussy clenched violently around his fingers, thighs shaking uncontrollably around his head. Waves of intense heat crashed over you again and again, your hips bucking wildly against his mouth as you came so hard you saw stars. Your fingers tugged harshly on your own nipples, the sharp pleasure mixing with the overwhelming sensations between your legs until you were a trembling, moaning mess.
Jungkook didn’t stop. He groaned loudly against your core, lapping up every drop of your release as it coated his tongue and chin. His fingers kept moving through your orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible while he sucked gently on your oversensitive clit. He watched you the entire time— eyes dark and reverent, loving the way your face twisted in ecstasy, the way your tits bounced slightly with every shuddering breath, the way your loud, broken moans filled the entire shop.
Only when your body started to relax, trembling with aftershocks, did he finally ease up. He pressed one last, slow, open-mouthed kiss to your pussy before pulling back slightly, lips and chin shiny with your cum. His fingers slipped out of you gently, and he looked up at your flushed, blissed-out face with a hungry, satisfied smirk. “God… you come so beautifully,” he rasped, voice hoarse and thick with arousal. His hands smoothed soothingly over your trembling thighs as he rose slowly to his feet, stepping between your spread legs once more. “I could watch you fall apart like that all night.”
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, messy kiss so you could taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands came up to gently cup your breast, thumb brushing over your still-sensitive nipple as he kissed you slower, letting you come down from the high while the storm continued to rage outside.
Your body was still trembling with aftershocks, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. The warm glow of the shop lights bathed your naked skin, making every inch of you look soft and glowing. Jungkook hovered over you, lips shiny with your release, eyes dark and hungry as he watched you come down from your high. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your thighs, but the thick bulge straining against his jeans told you he was far from done.
“Jungkook…” you whispered, voice hoarse and needy from all the moaning. Your hands reached for him, fingers brushing over his arms and tugging weakly at his t-shirt. “Please… I need you. Fuck me. I want you inside me so bad.”
You didn’t even have to beg.
Jungkook was already planning to bury himself deep inside you the moment he tasted your release. Still, hearing those desperate words fall from your sweet lips made his cock twitch hard. A low, possessive groan rumbled in his chest as he leaned down and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue again. “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough with restraint. “Been dying to fuck you since the second I got you in here.”
In one smooth motion, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you off the workbench like you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you the short distance across the garage to your silver car. The hood was still warm from sitting inside the heated shop. He laid you down gently on the smooth, glossy surface, your back meeting the cool metal with a soft gasp. The contrast of the slightly chilled hood against your overheated skin sent a fresh shiver through you.
You looked absolutely beautiful like this— completely naked, spread out on the hood of your own car, hair fanned out beneath you, flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, legs parted invitingly. The flannel and your other clothes lay forgotten somewhere behind you. Jungkook stood between your thighs, staring down at you like you were the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen.
“Fuck… look at you,” he breathed, hands smoothing reverently up your sides. “Laying on the hood like this, waiting for me. So fucking pretty.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. Jungkook reached behind his neck and pulled his black t-shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing his toned chest, defined abs, and the silver chain that still rested against his collarbones. The chain swayed lightly as he moved, catching the light. Next came his jeans and boxers— he shoved them down his hips and kicked them aside, finally freeing his hard, throbbing cock. It stood heavy and flushed against his stomach, the tip already glistening with precum.
The silver chain was the only thing he kept on. Jungkook stepped closer, hands gripping your thighs as he spread you wider on the hood. He looked down at you with dark, hooded eyes, voice low and husky. “How do you want it, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you slow and deep… or do you want me to pound you hard?”
Your hands slid up his bare chest, palms gliding over warm skin and firm muscle. You traced the lines of his abs, then higher, fingers brushing the silver chain. A shy, almost bashful smile curved your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Pound me,” you whispered sweetly, voice soft and shy despite the filthy words. “I want you to fuck me hard, Jungkook.”
The innocent way you said it— so sweet and delicate, like you were asking for something gentle instead of begging to be railed, made a surprised laugh bubble out of Jungkook. It was low and warm, eyes crinkling with both amusement and raw desire. “Shit… you say it so fucking cute,” he chuckled softly, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “Say it again for me, baby. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Your cheeks burned hotter, but the ache between your legs was stronger than your shyness. You tugged lightly on his chain, pulling him closer as you repeated, voice still soft and sweet, “Pound me, Jungkook. Please… fuck me hard.”
Jungkook’s laugh faded into a deep, hungry groan. “That’s my girl.”
He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and tapped the thick head against your soaked pussy. The wet sound it made was filthy. He dragged the tip slowly up and down your slit, letting it catch on your sensitive clit with every pass. Each teasing stroke made your hips twitch and a soft whimper escape your lips. He coated himself in your slick, the head of his cock glistening with a mix of your arousal and his precum.
“Ready for me?” he asked, voice strained with need as he lined himself up at your entrance.
You nodded frantically, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Yes— please—”
Jungkook pushed forward. The thick head of his cock stretched you open as he slid in slowly at first, letting you feel every inch. He groaned deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at how tight and warm you felt around him. “Fuck… so tight, baby. Taking me so well.”
Once he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, he paused — letting you adjust to his size while the silver chain dangled between you, brushing lightly against your chest. Then, true to your sweet request, he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in hard.
The first rough thrust made the car hood creak beneath you and a loud, needy moan spill from your lips.
Jungkook didn’t hold back anymore. He set a punishing rhythm, pounding into you exactly the way you’d asked, deep, hard strokes that made your tits bounce with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the garage, mixing with your moans and his low, guttural groans.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place on the hood as he fucked you harder, the silver chain swinging with every powerful snap of his hips. “Like that, baby?” he growled, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every expression of pleasure. “This what you wanted? Me pounding this pretty pussy on your car hood?”
The car hood creaked loudly beneath you with every powerful thrust as Jungkook fucked you exactly the way you’d shyly begged for, hard, deep, and relentless. His hips snapped forward with bruising force, driving his thick cock into you over and over again. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the warm garage, echoing louder than the muffled howl of the storm outside. Your body jolted with each punishing stroke, tits bouncing heavily as you lay spread out on the glossy metal surface.
“Jungkook— oh my god,” you moaned loudly, voice breaking with pleasure. Your hands gripped the edges of the hood for support as another particularly deep thrust made your back arch. “I love your big dick… god, it feels so good—”
“Yeah?” Jungkook growled, voice rough and filthy as he slammed into you harder. “Fucking take it, baby. Take every inch of this big cock like a good girl.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you. He picked up the pace, fucking you faster and rougher, hips pistoning with raw power. The entire car started to jerk and rock beneath you with the force of his thrusts, the suspension creaking in rhythm with every brutal snap of his hips. The silver chain around his neck swung wildly, occasionally brushing against your chest as he leaned over you.
You were moaning so loudly now— high, needy whines and broken sobs spilling from your lips without any filter. “Ah— yes! Harder— please—” Jungkook’s hands moved from your hips to your tits, grabbing them roughly with both palms. His fingers dug into the soft, plush flesh as he used them for leverage, squeezing hard while he pounded into you. He kneaded and groped them possessively, thumbs brushing roughly over your sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging as he drove his cock deeper.
“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he groaned, eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced and spilled between his fingers with every thrust. “So soft… bouncing so pretty while I fuck you.”
Your hand slid down your body, fingers finding your swollen clit. You started rubbing tight, desperate circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, the added stimulation making your moans turn even louder and more whiny. “Jungkook— ahh! It’s so deep— I’m— god!”
The combination of his brutal pace, his rough hands mauling your tits, and your own fingers frantically playing with your clit pushed you higher and higher. Your pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock, slick sounds growing wetter and louder as you dripped down his shaft.
Jungkook was losing it.
He was so pussy drunk he could barely keep it together. His thrusts grew erratic and even harder, the car rocking more violently beneath you. Low, desperate groans and whiny moans spilled from his own throat— raw and broken, nothing like his usual confident tone. “Shit— baby, you feel so fucking good… this tight little pussy is gripping me so hard. Can’t— fuck— can’t stop…”
His head fell back for a moment, eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you with everything he had. The silver chain bounced against his chest with every savage thrust. Sweat glistened on his toned body, muscles flexing as he used your tits as handles to pull you back onto his cock harder. “You’re so loud for me,” he panted, voice strained and husky. “Keep moaning like that, let me hear how much you love getting your pussy pounded.”
You were a mess, moaning loudly, whining his name, fingers rubbing your clit faster as his cock slammed into you repeatedly. The car continued to jerk and creak under the intensity of your fucking, the hood warm against your back from the friction. Jungkook’s grip on your tits tightened, fingers leaving faint red marks on your skin as he used them to drive himself even deeper, hips snapping forward with desperate, animalistic force.
“Gonna— fuck— gonna make you cum again,” he growled, leaning down closer so the chain dangled right above your face. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with lust. “Cum on my cock, baby. Want to feel this pretty pussy squeezing me while I fuck you stupid.”
Your moans turned into loud, continuous whines, body trembling as the pressure built unbearably inside you. Jungkook’s thrusts never slowed— hard, fast, and deep, while his hands continued to grope and squeeze your tits roughly, using them to pull you onto his cock with every stroke. The pressure inside you coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.
You came hard for the second time.
A loud, sobbing cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched violently around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of intense pleasure ripped through your body. Your back arched sharply off the hood, tits bouncing wildly in his rough grip. Your hand flew down from your clit to his pelvis, pushing weakly at the hard muscle there as the overwhelming sensation became almost too much. “Jungkook— ahh! Too much— I’m cumming— !”
But Jungkook didn’t slow down. Instead, one of his hands released your breast and slid up to wrap firmly around your throat. He didn’t squeeze hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was possessive and controlling as he choked you through your orgasm, hips still snapping forward with deep, punishing thrusts.
“Take it, baby,” he growled, voice rough and strained, eyes locked on your face as you fell apart beneath him. “Take my cum. Gonna fill this pretty pussy up. Don’t push me away— take every fucking drop.” The combination of his cock slamming into your spasming walls, his hand around your throat, and his filthy words sent you spiraling even higher. Your eyes rolled back slightly, loud whiny moans turning into choked, broken sobs of pleasure as you came harder around him.
Jungkook’s rhythm faltered as he chased his own release. His thrusts grew erratic and desperate, the car jerking sharply with every slam of his hips. He was so pussy drunk he could barely hold it together anymore. His breathing was ragged, low whimpers slipping from his throat as he fucked you through your orgasm.
“Fuck— baby— I’m gonna cum,” he panted, voice cracking. “Gonna fill you up— shit—”
With a deep, stuttering groan that quickly turned into a soft, broken whimper, Jungkook buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard. His cock pulsed inside you, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep into your pussy. His hips jerked erratically with every spurt, the silver chain swinging wildly between you as his body trembled. He whimpered again, a needy, desperate sound that made your walls flutter around him— as he emptied himself completely, flooding you with his release.
Only when the last shudder wracked his body did he loosen his grip on your throat. He stayed buried deep inside you for a long moment, both of you panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Finally, Jungkook pulled out slowly with a wet, obscene sound. A thick trickle of his cum immediately began to leak from your stretched hole. Before it could drip down onto the car hood, your hand moved between your legs. Two of your fingers pushed into your sensitive, cum-filled pussy, slowly fucking his release back inside you with lazy, deliberate strokes.
Jungkook’s eyes widened, breath still coming in harsh pants as he watched the filthy sight. His chest heaved, silver chain rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath. “Fuck… look at you,” he rasped, voice hoarse and awed. “Pushing my cum back in like such a good girl. So fucking dirty for me.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching your fingers slide in and out of your creamy pussy, pushing every drop of his load deeper while your thighs trembled from the overstimulation. The sight made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest even as he tried to catch his breath.
You looked up at him with hazy, blissed-out eyes, fingers still buried inside yourself, a shy but satisfied little smile playing on your swollen lips. Jungkook leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted softly. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby… but fuck, I’m not done with you yet.”
n; this was a request by @internationalplayboi4u i strayed a bit away from the request so i hope that is okay! i hope you like it (:
Keeho: What I say during freaky time is none of my business (18+MDNI)
Smut: Keeho eats reader out not much else to say
Pairing: Keeho x reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: Cunnilingus, reader records keeho, face riding, tongue fucking, blowjob, 69
Word count: 2.8k
Authors notes: Self indulgent I want you to feel like ur in the fic okay bye (longest fic title ever award)
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"OW! Did you just bite my ass?" You craned your neck back to glare at Keeho.
He’d been using your ass as his pillow for the past thirty minutes, sprawled behind you while you lay belly-down on the bed. He tried to hide his sheepish grin as he leaned in, his lips soothing the sharp sting, kissing slowly over the faint indentations his teeth had left.
"Mmm," he hummed until he met your bewildered gaze, eyes wide and innocent. "Sorry! I couldn't help it."
His fingers kneaded the flesh gently now, pushing your oversized t-shirt further up your thighs. He peppered soft kisses along the newly exposed skin, humming under his breath.
You sighed, unsure if you should feel irritated or amused. "Whatever…"
You turned back to your phone, trying to ignore the low flutter in your stomach.
A second later, strong hands flipped you onto your back with ease and you gasped.
Keeho laughed—that signature, high-pitched schoolgirl giggle that you loved oh so much—and you narrowed your eyes, feigning annoyance. "What now?"
He beamed up at you from between your legs, mischief sparkling in his usually sharp, slitted eyes. They were wide and round now, akin to a kid in a candy store, and you didn’t trust that look one bit.
He pouted dramatically at your reaction. "Why are you already annoyed by me?"
A giggle escaped you despite yourself. You reached down, brushing your thumb over his pouting lower lip where his head rested heavily on your thighs. "Because I feel like you're up to something…"
He shook his head unconvincingly. "I'm not!" But he was already shifting. He lifted your leg, draping it over his shoulder, nestling himself deeper between your thighs until his head rested snugly against your lower stomach. You looked down the length of your body at him, slightly breathless at the sight.
His lips pressed softly against the strip of skin exposed between the waistband of your underwear and your bunched-up shirt—tiny pecks at first. Then he lifted his head, delivering slower kisses that made your skin tingle.
"Not up to anything, huh?" you whispered, feeling the curve of his smile against your hip bone. Sneaky little shit.
"I've been thinking about doing this all day, actually. Just didn't wanna jump you the second I got here." His breath fanned hot over your sensitive skin.
You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "How classy."
He nipped the skin of your lower stomach in warning, just hard enough to make you clamp your mouth shut with a surprised yelp.
He repositioned himself, arms hooking firmly under your thighs, spreading you just a little wider as he stared directly at your center. A faint, telltale damp spot darkened the fabric right over your core.
He couldn't hide the smug smirk that tugged at his lips.
His eyes lifted to yours, finding you watching him intently. He held your gaze and leaned down to press a delicate kiss right over your clit through the fabric.
You gasped softly, a jolt of pleasure tightening the tension coiling in your lower belly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose slowly over the damp spot, breathing in deeply before exhaling a warm sigh.
"Fuck... you smell so good."
You whined as his long tongue darted out to lick from your entrance up to your clit over the fabric. He licked his lips, savoring the feeling, then did it again, slower this time. Your skin felt like it was on fire, the pressure from his tongue combined with the wet drag of the soaked cotton was deliciously torturous.
Your hand loosened around where you had been clutching your phone and an idea sparked. You reached down, carding your fingers gently through his soft hair. "Kyo?"
He tilted his head up, resting his chin lightly on your mound, those big eyes fixed patiently on yours. "Yeah?"
"Can I... can I record you?" you asked, suddenly feeling shy under his intent eye.
He looked surprised for a split second, and you quickly explained yourself. "It's just... you're leaving for tour soon. Need something for when I miss you..."
His eyes darkened, your words sending a sated throb right to where his hips were pressed into the sheets. "God you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Of course you can, baby."
Relief and a flush of excitement ran through you at his enthusiasm. You smiled sweetly at him, quickly opening the camera app and hitting record.
He didn’t break eye contact with the lens, or with you behind it.
He leaned back in, pressing another open-mouthed kiss right over your covered clit, his tongue poking it firmly this time. You gasped, clutching the phone tightly in your grip.
His long tongue was relentless, licking up the entire length of your pussy through the soaked fabric, then zeroing in, circling the outline of your clit as you writhed below him. "Fuck... I can taste you through these. Taste even better than you smell."
You could see the concentrated dip between his brows as his jaw worked you.
"Oh god—!" you gasped out, hips jerking reflexively at the sudden, wet pressure. You breathed out his name desperately, your voice catching as he started sucking right where you needed him most. "Right there... Kyo please..."
He squeezed your thigh in response, now alternating between broad licks that made you arch slightly off the bed and tight, rapid flicks focused solely on the tiny bundle of nerves hidden beneath the thin cotton.
"Gonna soak through everything, aren't you?"
His nose nudged against you as he worked, breathing you in. Every so often he glanced back up at you, his lips curling with pride at the desperate little sounds escaping you.
"Look at you... filming me like a good girl while I eat you out. Gonna fuck yourself to it later right? Wishing your fingers were my tongue?"
The fabric was thoroughly soaked now, translucent in places, plastered to your sensitive folds. You could see the outline of his tongue pressing against it, seeking your entrance. Your hips twitched helplessly towards his mouth.
"You feel- ngh..s-so good!" you whimpered.
He chuckled darkly against your heat and pulled back just enough to hook his thumbs into the sides of your underwear. He looked up at the camera, then directly into your eyes, tugging the soaked fabric up and taught against your aching core. The sudden, searing pressure and friction, grinding directly onto your hypersensitive clit, tore a ragged cry from your throat.
"Keeho! What the—fuck!" Your back arched high off the bed, hips writhing helplessly against the unexpected torment.
He watched, mesmerized, as the cotton stretched and sank deep into your swollen folds. A low groan rumbled from his chest. He was two seconds away from grabbing the camera from you to capture the perfect sight.
"Look at you," he breathed, voice thick with lust, eyes fixed on the obscene display. "So fucking desperate, want your pussy ate so bad huh." He pressed hard, open-mouthed kisses over the stretched fabric, each one hitting you with a mix of pleasure and pain that made you eyes roll back in submission.
Then, with agonizing slowness, he peeled the ruined underwear away. The cool air hit your glistening heat and he paused to stare at your bare cunt. You were utterly drenched and squeezing around nothing, folds slick and shining, your clit a hard, needy peak.
A thick rope of your arousal stretched from your entrance down to the sheets and keeho’s tongue swept over his lips, starved by a hunger that could only be sated by you.
"Fuuuck me," he groaned before quickly leaning back in to catch the slick with his tongue, moving up to press against your fluttering hole.
A depraved moan tore from him as your taste flooded his senses. "God, baby… I could do this for hours," he moaned against your skin, one hand splayed on your lower belly, the other clamping your thigh down hard. "Gonna drown in you. Pussy so pretty." He panted before diving back in.
He lapped deep at your entrance, drinking greedily, the blunt pressure and slick glide drawing helpless whines and lifts of your hips.
"Need more… please, Kyo…"
He trailed up, circling your clit with the very tip of his tongue, maddeningly light circles that had you begging, "Oh g-god…r-ngh—right there…" He spread your folds wider with his fingers, exposing you completely to him.
"Look at this perfect clit," he murmured, watching it pulse under his scrutiny. "Begging for me to ruin you."
He began flicking at it, rapid brushes that made you cry out, a broken sob escaping your lips.
Without warning, he inched down, his tongue stiffening as it sank shallowly into you, fucking you with short, insistent bobs of his head.
The sudden invasion and fullness stole your breath. "Soo fucking needy," his voice was strained against your flesh, eyes locking onto yours with fierce intensity.
He slipped in and out a few times before retreating to suck hard on your clit, drawing a new wave of whines from deep within you.
You couldn't lie still anymore. You needed to see him, so you shoved yourself up onto one hand with a groan, letting the phone fall forgotten. You needed to watch as he ravaged you.
The sight was exhilarating. The powerful muscles of his back flexed as he feasted, his hips grinding urgently into the mattress beneath him. Needing more, needing control, your free hand tangled roughly in his hair and pushed, grinding his face harder against your throbbing core.
"Fuck yes—" he whimpered, the sound muffled by your folds, and looked up. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, utterly wrecked and drunk on you.
Your slick coated his lips, chin, and nose, shining obscenely. The sight, so earth shatteringly carnal, made your own arousal spike tenfold.
"Keeho… look at you…" you breathed, voice trembling.
He didn’t pause. His voice was thick, slurred against your heat. "Need you closer...please, ride my tongue."
Heat flooded your cheeks, confidence and control dwindling.
"Oh, I-I've never…" But the doubt was crushed before it formed.
"Do it," he commanded, rough and urgent. "Need you on me. Need you grinding that sweet cunt into my mouth." He was already rolling onto his back beneath you, staring up, chest heaving, eyes burning with pure, feral hunger. "C'mon baby don't be shy, I've got you."
Heart hammering against your ribs, you swallowed hard. Shifting forward, you swung a leg over, positioning yourself above his face, knees planted beside his head. Hovering carefully, your gaze dropped to the massive bulge straining against his sweatpants as you shuddered out a breath.
Slowly, you lowered yourself. He wasted no time to begin lapping at you again, harder, more direct pressure aimed at your entrance
Your thighs trembled as you held yourself up carefully above him.
"Tired already?" Keeho taunted, breath puffing hotly against your sensitive skin. Without question, his hands locked onto your hips and pulled you down flush against him, seating you fully on his mouth. "Fucking use me."
A shocked cry tore from you as his mouth sealed over your entire cunt.
"Yes! Oh God, Kyo! Like that!" you cried, the sensations overwhelming. You found a good rhythm, rolling your hips hard against the muscle, bracing your hands on his abs for leverage.
Seeking a better angle, you leaned forward, lowering your upper body until your face hovered inches above the tent in his sweats. The evidence of just how affected by you he truly was.
Spurred on by the muffled whines getting lost against your core, you fumbled desperately with his waistband.
You shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, thick, flushed an angry red, the head slick with pre-cum.
He moaned deeply against your cunt at the release, his hips bucking off the bed in search of you.
You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him to draw another strained grunt from his lips. "You're so hard Kyo," you murmured, then lowered your head and took him into your mouth.
The simultaneous stimulation was a shock to both your bodies.
"Fuck yes… suck my cock princess."
You obeyed, bobbing your head on his cock, taking him as deep as you could while trying to maintain the desperate grinding against his mouth. You swirled your tongue around his swollen head, lapped eagerly at the salty pre-cum leaking steadily, hollowed your cheeks to take him fully.
The taste of him, the sounds of him devouring you, the overwhelming pleasure radiating from your core pushed you towards the edge.
"I can't… Kyo gonna cum," you gasped around his cock, voice shaking. "Please can I? Wanna c-cum on your tongue."
"Cum baby," he obliged, voice raw and ragged. He latched onto your clit like a man possessed, licking and sucking to drive you over the edge.
Your back arched as a choked scream ripped from your throat around his cock. Your thighs clamped around his head as wave after blinding wave of ecstasy crashed over you.
The intense pulsing of your cunt around his tongue mixed with the way your throat squeezed his cock shattered Keeho’s control completely.
"Gonna cum baby, gonna cum in your throat— Fuck!" With the last bit of control he had left, he bucked hard up into your mouth. Thick, hot pulses of cum shot down your throat as his own climax ripped through him.
"Swallow baby, god just like that—that's my good girl."
You obeyed his instructions, swallowing with a gag as you milked him through the last shuddering pulses as aftershocks still rocked your own body. Spent and trembling uncontrollably, you collapsed forward onto his stomach, his softening cock slipping from your lips with a soft, wet sound. Beneath you, Keeho was panting, his face still buried blissfully in your thighs, right where he wanted to be.
Silence fell as you both tried to gather your composures. Keeho turned his head slightly, pressing a final, exhausted, yet tender kiss to the inside of your trembling thigh. His lips were sticky against your skin. His voice, when it came, was a wrecked whisper laced with pure satisfaction. "Mine."
You felt boneless, utterly spent, your cheek pressed against the firm warmth of his stomach, the frantic thud of his pulse beneath your ear slowly calming.
"Okay," he murmured through the silence. "Gotta move, baby." His hands slid carefully under your hips. "Lift up for me? Just a little." You managed a weak groan, pushing yourself up slightly on trembling arms. With a gentleness completely opposite to how fiercely he’d just held you, he eased himself out from under you, mindful of your sensitive, trembling limbs.
He guided you down onto your back against the pillows, your legs feeling like jelly.
Before you could even catch your breath fully, he was leaning over you. His face, still glistening with your slick, met yours in a kiss that was nothing less than deeply intimate. You tasted each other on your tongues; It would have been strange to anyone else but in the hazy aftermath, it felt like your souls were intertwining.
You kissed him back, your hands weakly finding his shoulders, your breaths mingling as you both simply breathed each other in.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his dark eyes soft and satisfied. "Fuck," he breathed, a lazy smile playing on his swollen lips.
You managed a weak smile back, still catching your breath. "Yeah."
He shifted then, turning onto his side beside you. His hand reached out, fingers grabbing the forgotten phone lying screen-up on the crumpled sheets nearby. The screen was still on, likely having recorded nothing but darkness. He glanced at it, then back at you, a playful glint returning to his eyes despite his exhaustion.
"Why'd you stop recording?" he asked, his tone light, teasing. He tapped the screen. "Missed the best part."
You stared at him like he was insane. The sheer absurdity of the question, after what had just transpired, cut through the haze.
"Sorry," you said flatly, your voice still a little hoarse. "I was a little distracted, too busy sucking your cock."
Keeho stared at you for a split second then a loud, surprised snort of laughter burst out of him. He threw his head back, the sound rich and genuine, echoing in the quiet room. "Jesus, so vulgar." He wheezed, shaking his head.
He tossed the phone carelessly aside onto the bed turning back to you, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye though it mixed with the drying slick on his cheek. "Look who's not so classy now," he grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners, referencing your earlier teasing jab.
"Not even 3 minutes ago you were telling me to suck your co—" His hand shot out to muffle your words, his face burning red. "Shh! What I say during freaky time is none of my business."
A tired, genuine laugh bubbled up from your own chest.
He leaned in again, his laughter softening into a warm, affectionate smile. His thumb brushed gently over your cheekbone. "But it was well worth it."
: ̗̀➛ you and keeho have been going teasing each other all night. so naturally, when you finally get to have each other, the sex is just so much more intense, and you both say some things you may or may not mean.
: ̗̀➛ warnings: rough sex, back scratching, breeding kink, both keeho and reader are overly freaked, spit kink, not proofread so ignore mistakes </3
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“god.. you look so fucking good.” keeho whispers against your lips, throwing you down on the bed.
youre still in your dress from the awards show you both attended tonight. the same dress that was driving keeho crazy. every interaction you jad his eyes were on your body.
to be fair, you did look amazing tonight. the dress fit your body perfectly, hugging every dip and curve just right. so, you cant really blame him for staring.
but keeho also looks fucking delicious tonight. white suit hugging his biceps just enough for you to have a good look at how big hes getting, tie loosened slightly, hair styled messy.
“yeah?” you say, sitting up on your elbows, watching him discard his tie and jacket. “yeah. you look beautiful.” he whispers, kissing you again.
one of your arms come up off the bed, wrapping around his neck, hand gripping the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.
he complies, tongue exploring your mouth, the kiss getting messier and messier to the point theres a mix of both your saliva starting to run down your chin.
he breaks the kiss, hands reaching for your dress. “i cant wait to get inside you.” he says, pulling it down off your shoulders, throwing it to the side.
you sit all the way up, leaning back against the headboard, your hands working on his shirt buttons while he undoes his jeans.
“fuck, keeho. i need you so bad.” you respond, popping the last few and shoving the fabric down his arms.
he moves faster, stepping out his jeans and his boxers at the same time, his hands moving behind you to rip your bra off next, tossing it to the side with the rest of the discarded clothes.
“im not waiting, baby.. i cant.” he says, pulling your body down the bed, opening your legs wide. he puts your panties to the side, lining his tip up with your hole.
“dont..” you say back, and just like that, he thrusts into you, making you both gasp.
“youre so wet.. all for me, yeah?” he says, his hips starting to move. you let out loud moans into the air, louder than usual for you, but i guess youre just too pent up.
“yes! fuck, all for you, kyo!” you cry out, your hands wrapping around him, nails clawing at his back. “harder! please..” you moan again.
keeho hisses slightly, the sting of you scratching him painful, but adding to the pleasure. he adjusts his position, fulfilling your request for him to go harder.
“like this? you like that, baby?” he moans, and you nod, scratching harder. “yes! just like that, oh fuck!” you scream.
he smiles, letting out a little chuckle at your flushed face. your lips are wet and wide open, a bit of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.
he leans down, lips kissing the corner of yours before one of his hands move up to cup your jaw. “opem your mouth. tongue out.” he demands.
you immediately do as your told, sticking your tongue out while choked moans escape your throat.
he smiles, stilling his hips for a second as he leans in, a glob of his saliva escaping his lips and landing in your tongue. “good girl.” he says, watching you close your mouth and swallow.
“good fucking girl..” he groans, his hips resuming their movements, fucking you hard. “oh fuck! keeho, oh my god!”
he sits up on his knees, grabbing your legs and pushing them to your chest, forcing you in a tight mating press, hands glued to your thights.
“oh god.. so deep..” you whine, and he smiles, starting to move his hips slowly. “yeah? can you take it?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your ankle.
you nod quickly, hands moving to grip the sheets by your head. “yeah, i know. you always take it so good..” he says, his movements picking up pace,
it feels so good. the angle has him hitting that spot inside you over and over again, and youre seeing stars.
“fuck.. im so close. im gonna come inside you, yeah? you want that? want me to put a baby in you?” he asks.
your pussy tightens at his words, and you cant help but agree. “fuck! yes, yes.. i want it keeho! please!”
“yeah? say it. say you want it.” he says, fucking your faster.
“i want a baby! please, please! baby.. put a baby in me!” you scream, tears starting to blur your vision, the pleasure too intense.
“good girl.. gonna make you a mama.” he says, burying himself deeper. one of his hands move down and start to rub at your clit, two fingers rubbing tight circles into it.
“oh shit! im gonna come, please kyo!” he lets out a soft moan too, his grip on your thight tightening. “come with me.. come for me baby.” he says.
just as the words leave his mouth, your orgasm crashes over you, the noises that escape your lips loud and lewd.
not too long after, hes finishing too, burying himself deep into you, hot ropes filling you up.
“oh, fuck.. baby..” he laughs, kissing your ankle again before pulling away, letting go of your thighs. your legs hit the mattress with a soft thud, and you feel your body start to give out.
“you did good, baby.” he says, slowly pulling out of you, watching his cum slowly drip out of you and onto the sheets.
he hisses slightly, reaching over to grab the wipes. “god baby.. you tore my back up.” he says, standing up and turning around so you can see the scratches.
“oh shit..” you giggle, sitting up. “im sorry. you okay? does it hurt?”
“not that bad, ill be fine. nothing some water and alcohol pads cant fix.” he says, puling some wipes out to wipe between your legs.
“ill do it for you in the morning.” you say softly, and he nods.
“sounds good to me, baby.”
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i wrote this in like 30 minutes total so if it sucks forgive me <\3
how ot 6 reacts to being reader's first time
warnings ! virgin f reader, mentions of blood, mentions of hurting, reader calls keeho "steph", soul praises reader, jongseob is also a virgin
other ! requests OPEN ! feel free to request whatever you want just please make sure to read this post HERE ! before requesting !
THEO ⋆˚࿔
theo gets really nervous upon finding out you have never had sex before, he doesn't want your first time to be bad. (even though he's usually very confident in his sex life.)
he kisses you gently before starting and keeps repeating himself. "are you SURE you want to keep going?"
does a shit ton of foreplay, stretching you out before anything else.
right before he pushes in he asks for the final time if you're sure and if he can keep going. as soon as he pushes in he tries his hardest not to bottom out.
cums like 2-3 minutes later. (thankfully he insisted on wearing a condom.)
after you get a bit used to the feeling he speeds up and you eventually reach your high. the biggest look of relief is on his face as he watches your orgasm wash over you, happy for you and relieved he was good enough.
after sex, theo brings you some food and asks if you want to take a bath tonight or wait until the morning. also pesters you if you really enjoyed it.
KEEHO ⋆˚࿔
hes excited to be your first, you guys have been dating for some time so of course you guys have been sexual but never any real penetration. so when you guys are watching some cheesy horror movie with an unnecessary sex scene and you asked him to take your virginity, of course he agreed.
you guys cut right to the chase, he slides your sleep shorts from Pacsun off along with your underwear. prepping you with his fingers first.
"babe, you know we can't go back right? t's your first time we don't have to do it right now during this corny ass movie, we can be more romantic if you want."
but you shook your head, you had been waiting for this forever.
"no steph, i've been waiting for the perfect time." he cant say no to that.
when he first enters you, he lets out a loud groan and you return a wince. the entire round he's slow asf though, after you guys are over and he pulls out when he notices some blood he lets you know and tells you that you guys should probably take a shower, where you guys have another round.
JIUNG ⋆˚࿔
nervous final boss. scared that he will fuck it up or hurt you on accident. also cannot believe you chose him. yes you guys have been dating but jiung was good at keeping it cute to respect you and your wishes.
when you first approach you with the idea he agrees, but when you guys are actually acting it out he wont stfu.
"are you okay? are you sure? please tell me if it hurts."
when he slips inside, he lets out the softest whimper and you let out a small wince. he would genuinely stop everything for a moment after hearing the little cry you let out.
"does it hurt? im so sorry baby, you got this. we can stop if you want."
after you give him the go to start moving again, he thrusts incredibly slow. like he's genuinely terrified of hurting you so you have to ask him to speed up so you can enjoy it. another reason he was being so slow is so he wouldn't bust a nut immediately lol.
he would try to match your pace so you guys could finish at the same time. for you're guys' first time, I feel like jiung would only do a round or two so you don't end up sore.
when he pulls out and see's blood on your thigh and the condom he feels horrible even though he knows its natural. he didn't even think he would break your hymen.
you guys spend the rest of the night laying in bed as he massages your thigh.
INTAK ⋆˚࿔
excited, not exactly because he's taking your virginity but because he has been craving intimacy with you. the most intak and you have done has been a handjob but you have barely let him touch you.
he didn't think you were gonna let him do anything to you for a while so he accepted it and respected your wishes.
was actually a little shocked when you asked him so bluntly, he assumed you guys were gonna ease into it. all you ask is that he preps you a bit beforehand so it doesn't hurt that much.
after he is done fingering you, you guys move on to the main event.
when he aligns his tip with the entrances of your pussy, he asks if you're sure you want to continue, as soon as you nod he pushes inside, holding your hand.
intak makes sure to make it as enjoyable as possible, never hurting you but never being so slow that you don't feel anything at all.
when intak gets closer to cumming he speeds up but lets you know before hand, and if anything hurts too much let him know.
you two eventually reach your high, and he pulls out slowly, murmuring into your hair that "it was the best sex he ever had."
you two fall asleep in each other's arms not even thirty minutes later.
SOUL ⋆˚࿔
very gentle and sweet with you.
it started with a small make out sesh, but you wanted more. so you asked him if you guys could have sex. when you ask him his cheeks turn pink, and he nods. how could he disagree?
honestly, soul is pretty inexperienced so he understands why you worry. (he HAS had sex, only once or twice.)
you guys keep it slow, still making out until his hands eventually end up in your panties, shushing your silent whines. after he's done with the teasing, he lays you onto the bed and gives you kisses all over your collarbone.
when he finally enters you, your hands find his hair and his thrusts remain slow and steady. he also does not stop praising you, calling you beautiful or saying you're doing great. also cracks a stupid ass joke.
when you finish, he pulls out to jerk himself off since he's too nervous to cum in you, even with a condom on.
after that you guys take a bath together and lay in bed watching a TV show.
JONGSEOB ⋆˚࿔
scared, not only because it's your first time but also his. honestly I feel like jongseob never had the time to get around to a sex life, so he's most definitely a virgin.
how you guys even ended up having sex is because one of the boys brought it up to jongseob to tease him. and he brought the idea onto you and you agreed.
you knew it wasn't going to be perfect since it was his first time too and jongseob can be very awkward sometimes. yet you preferred it this way, because it felt more real and comfortable to you.
you guys didn't prep you just cut straight to the chase, you kissed, undressed and got in bed.
jongseobs dumbass struggles to open the condom and gives you a nervous chuckle.
the second he feels you wrap around him he almost cums right then and there. not even a minute later he ends up cumming.
"ah - I'm so sorry.. lets retry..."
he finally is able to not cum himself the second he feels you the second time, and he gets to move a bit.
"does it hurt? did I break the hymen? gosh this feels so weird yet so good."
to shut him up you pull him into a kiss, he genuinely would not stop rambling unless you did so.
after you're done, he pulls out and when he sees the slightest bit of blood he starts blabbing again. so you have to calm him down and tell him it's fine.
an - for these I genuinely might just start doing mini ffs. this sure felt like one. I'm working on reqs now and that soul fic should be out soon! but here's some filler for now! enjoy!
content warnings: mdni obvs xx, sex toys, HELLA awkward im not good at social situations srry, virgin!soul, keeho and others are all kpop idols, sub!soul, use of shota,
inspired by this account (cw: porn link- must be logged into X to view!)
It had been a long ass weekend. Your parents have left on a "romantic getaway" cruise for the weekend, so you and your brother were left at home together for 4 days- a recipe for disaster. He had been grinding your gears at every chance he got; leaving his dirty dishes in the sink, not helping with washing the dirty laundry, cooking for himself but not you. So you had enough and decided to stay with your cousin Keeho for the final night.
Showing up on his doorstep dressed disgruntled was not your intention but it was unfortunately what you have resorted to. A random assortment of your belongings you needed for the night shoved into an old backpack and slung over your shoulder, an old over-sized pyjama set draped over your body (not really what you would typically wear- but blame your brother for not doing the laundry).
As you pick some old lint off of the scruffy trousers, the door to your cousin's apartment swings open. Soul is stood in the door frame with a big grin on his face. You have always got along best with Soul and Jongseob mainly due to being similar ages and having the same taste in video games and hobbies, sometimes you even come over just to hang out with one of the younger members- but you don't tell Keeho that or else he would almost definitely be jealous.
Shota welcomes you with open arms, immediately engulfing you in a bear hug picking you up and not putting you down until you both made it to his room. You assume he was aware you were coming over as he had already prepared the console in his room with a split screen minecraft world. "The others have gone out for dinner, they wont be back for a while. I said I'd stay and help you settle in" Its pretty easy to sense his excitement in his voice as he bounces on his heels, its also easy to say you fully reciprocated the feeling. Alone time with Soul is honestly your favourite thing, so much better then sitting in the living room while Theo and Jongseob bicker about what movie they want to watch for the evening.
An hour or so had passed while you and Soul bonded over minecraft, he had just left to go to the bathroom when your controller suddenly disconnected. You were aware Soul kept replacement batteries in his top drawer so, without much thought, you helped yourself to the contents. The last thing you expected was for a wand vibrator to meet your eyes upon opening. While it caught you off guard, it wasn't completely unexpected. Through brief past conversations, you were aware that Soul was a virgin and with how busy his schedule is, it did make sense that he would use this as some sort of stress relief. More than anything, you were just curious, not disgusted or judgy in any way. I mean you were definitely not one to judge, having a similar collection tucked away in your bedroom at home- but at least you had the decency to hide it a bit better.
Seemingly lost in thought, you failed to realise Shota has since returned from the bathroom, now stood awkwardly frozen at the end of his own bed as you, one of his closest friends, stares down at his vibrator. He wants to curl up in a ball and shrink away until either you or him disappear into thin air. He just prays to the Gods above that you don't tell anyone about this, geniunely convinced he would rather drop out of the whole kpop industry than have your cousin, or any of his roommates for that matter, aware of the fact he jerks himself off with a wand vibrator. Especially because they are all very aware of his feelings towards you, and would likely connect the dots that late at night he imagines it being your hand on the sex toy rather than his own.
You decide to do the mature thing and just try and get the batteries, aware that Soul would realise you had seen his secret stash but also avoid the awkwardness of making him dig through the drawer himself. You sigh, reaching uncomfortably for the handle of the wand, just to be interrupted by Soul gripping your wrist tightly. "Please don't look through anymore, I'm already embarrassed enough" Your mouth dries up instantly, noticing Souls cheeks dusted with pink as you both equally try to avoid eye contact. That was another mistake, your eyes drift to the unorganised drawer, realising that hidden under the vibrator is an arrangement of more vulgar items. An unopened pack of condoms (good to be prepared I guess), a fleshlight, a variety of different kinds of lube, and a packet of wipes.
You pull away from Shota, muttering out an awkward apology, asking for forgiveness for searching through his personal items. Even going as far as to offer to go home if he can't stand to be around you any longer. Interrupting your thoughts, Soul laughs dryly. "Don't be stupid. Its embarrassing, yes. But you should just be grateful it wasn't a different members drawers. We are close, right? This shouldn't change anything. We know enough shit about each other for this not to be awkward." He's acting shockingly normal considering he just walked in on you practically digging through his sex toys. You wish it was as easy as he suggested, but honestly, you don't think you could look at him the same after tonight. Not because your disturbed or put off by him, but because you now cant seem to think about Shota without your cheeks heating up and your thighs pressing together.
You awkwardly laugh, attempting to play it off as well as he did. "Yeah I guess you're right, I should be more grateful that it wasn't Jongseob's drawer instead, god knows what weird shit he's into" That seems to get a generous laugh from Soul, unsure if it's an attempt to play off the situation, or a genuine reaction- but you don't care, as it successfully ended the conversation you were having.
After the members had come home from their meal, Theo had kindly set up the sofa for you to stay in for the night, the blanket was thin and old but its the thought that counts. The sun had set hours prior, and all the roommates have long since retreated into their own personal bedrooms to head to bed. However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the dull ache stemming from in between your legs. To say you were ashamed was an understatement. You were staying the night at your cousins apartment, and you couldn't stop thinking of his hot roommate jerking off. Its taking a lot of mental strength to resist your hand from drifting under your clothes to help soothe your uncomfortable situation.
You needed a distraction, and urgently. You scroll on your phone, endlessly consuming brain numbing media in hopes of letting your mind wonder away from Soul in the room next door. Just as you thought it was working, your ears perk up at music playing from nearby. With a huff, you message the groupchat asking for whoever it is to respectfully "turn that shit down". Unfortunately, no response from anyone. You know Jongseob sometimes plays music to fall asleep, so you, with much dismay, get out of bed and wander down the hallway to his bedroom. To your surprise, the melody is coming from Soul's room. Typical. Without much thought, you let yourself into his space, ready to verbally berate him for being so loud so late at night.
Upon entering, your brain short circuits. The sight in front of you is enough to raise your heartbeat and temperature a concerning amount. Holy shit. Now you were almost certainly convinced you were dreaming. Haku Shota was laid out across his bed, still clothed, with his vibrator pressing against the bulge straining against his trousers. His blown out pupils catch yours as he whimpers your name and throws his head back in pleasure. If you were to walk away from this opportunity, you would no doubt be completely insane.
Shutting and locking the door behind you, you don't even think twice before climbing onto the bed and straddling Soul, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips overlap one another as you exchange saliva. There's absolutely nothing cute of romantic about the way you are consuming the others mouth, everything happening off of pure instinct and lust for each other. Soul drops the vibrator as he reaches one hand to caress your face, and the other to grip your hips and pull you down onto his thighs. Both of you were swallowing the noises of pleasure being made, still being acutely aware of the fact you aren't the only people in the apartment right now. The thought of others being nearby but it not restraining yours or Shota's need powering your craving for him even more.
Abruptly, you pull away from him, with complaint in the form of a pout from the man underneath you. "Please baby need you so bad. Been thinking about this for so long." You hush his rambling with a light kiss to the cheek. "Not so fast now Sho, you need to show me how bad you need it." The look of confusion that overcame his face makes you debate taking back what you said, and instead just beg him to eat you out- but you can save that for another time.
Your hand drifts down to rub against the prominent bulge protruding from underneath you. Following the touch of your hand against his crotch, Souls hips jerk to chase the pleasure and pressure you were providing him with, as he makes a sinful grunt from deep in his chest. Sadly for you, you had to be very mindful of your noise levels, unless you wanted another member to steal away this private moment between the two of you. "Shh now baby, keep those noises just for me. You can be louder next time I promise."
You lean down to Shotas neck and lose yourself as you kiss, lick, and suck all the sensitive points you can reach. Just the thought of there potentially being a next time has Souls mind reeling. Having to bite back his lip in order to restrain himself for letting out a pornographic sound. As he gets more comfortable, he also gets increasingly greedy with his pleasure, his hand slips behind you to reach for the vibrator he previously dropped. Powering it on, he places it against his clothed dick and writhes his hips to match a pattern. After recognising the consistent humming sound, a smile overtakes your features, the thought of you having such a strong impact on Souls mind and body completely overtaking your thoughts. You lean back and settle on your thighs to simply sit and admire the boy.
This causes Soul to grow shy, hiding his face behind a pillow as you gaze down at the highly detailed outline of his cock pressing against the vibrator, lightly rolling your hips in hopes of providing yourself with some slight pleasure. As much as the boy tries to act like he is ashamed, the throb of his bulge gives away how much of an affect your gaze has on him. You notice that he starts to lose himself more and more to the pleasure, throwing his head back against his pillows as his eyes roll back and his hips lose a regular thrusting pattern. The last thing you wanted was for this night to be over so soon, so despite how mean you felt, you yanked Souls wrist away from himself. He's slow to recognise the loss of pleasure, but once he does, the desperate sound he makes means you don't regret it at all.
Recalling the contents of the bedroom drawer, your mind works overtime to come up with other creative ways of blessing Soul with more pleasure. You raise up and lean over to reach for the drawer, pulling out one of the many bottles of lube and the latex fleshlight. The look of adoration coming from Soul catching you off guard, briefly returning to put your lips against his. Not pulling away even while you take out his dick from his trousers and use your hand to apply the lube to him.
In one swift move, you fully encase his dick in the fleshlight, the tip sticking out the opposite end, revealing itself following every thrust of his hips. You slowly pull your lips away from his, biting on his lower lip and tugging it back with you as a light tease. Your gaze becomes fully focused on his hip movement, in awe as you admire his flexing waist and thigh muscles as well as the glisten of sweat as the light meets his skin. As if its impulse, you slowly move lower down the bed, lining up your face with his hips, sticking out your tongue to meet his tip after every thrust. Your hand coming down with you to massage his balls, as his reaches up into your hair.
Soul couldn't take his eyes off you. He honestly could not believe this was real. Every single one of his wet dreams being about you, every time he fucks his fleshlight late at night, every time he pops the slightest boner, every single horny thought and action he has is always about you. It takes him barely a minute until he starts building up to his orgasm again. Veins becoming more prominent, feeling every throb as his mind starts racing, envisioning you in every possible position. Dreaming of the day he gets to cum inside of you. His tip glistening with precum, dribbling more as his pleasure grows.
You pull off the fleshlight from his dick and immediately swallow him down your throat, just in time as he reaches his peak and releases his cum into your mouth. The salty, warm liquid filling you completely, some slipping out past your lips dribbling down onto his crotch and balls.
Pulling yourself off of him, a string of saliva still connects you to his tip while his cock still twitches as he comes down from his high. The hand which was entangled in your hair, pulling you up to meet his lips in a heated, out of breath kiss.
I read this and this and saw this too and wanted to add to this notion. enjoy x
cw: fem!reader, smut, established relationship, body worship (booty focused if you didn't click the links), unprotected sex, reader is explicitly non-korean (but nothing else specified), reader is def curvy but i tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible, seob is fetishizing reader a bit if you will, like two sentences playing with somnophilia, mentions of consensual free use, descriptions of rough sex
Jongseob is a bit of a late bloomer. Life just happened to be too busy to develop interest in women, then he kinda didn't care enough to risk jeopardizing his dreams, and now he's twenty. Yes, it was a bit frustrating seeing his older members waltz in with their girlfriend from time to time or, occasionally during slow months, with a one-night-stand. But he didn't really run into any temptation during his teens, and he never met someone that interested him enough to come out of his comfort zone like that. His hand didn't bore him yet, either. He thought he didn't really need to get out and meet women, especially not just for the sake of it.
But he still felt something was missing. Something was missing from this painstakingly gaping hole that is just... annoyingly empty. And he can't tell what it was. He is proud of his achievements, glad about the life he gets to live, and nothing but optimistic about the future. But he can not seem to scratch this itch.
Until you came into his life.
Meeting you felt natural, easy, deliberate. The two of you clicked instantly. You understood his mischievous humour, seemed to enjoy his teasing (even if you pretended not to), and were enthusiastic about his hobbies and interests. He was curious about your culture, effortlessly handles your temper and found all your tiny habits endearing. Despite the language barrier, his English not yet flowing instinctively and your Korean obviously nowhere near a native level, you pretty quickly became a couple. A timid, slow-paced one, but still crazy in love.
It took a while until he gathered the courage to test the waters. He wasn't sure what pace things usually moved at with the guys from your home country, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable or feel used.
But god was it hard. He feels like a trapped animal, gnawing at the bars of his enclosure, wanting nothing more than to get into your pants. Those tight, low rise jeans, that hugged the curve of your ass deliciously, to be specific. He's salivating, just thinking about the time you bent over in them in front of him. His sexy girl on all fours, rummaging through a random cabinet in your living room, looking like dinner's served. You're hypnotizing, to say the least. Your bubbly personality, this cute accent on top of these adorable grammatical errors, your pretty, striking face and this luscious body. He came buckets at the thought of you in a thong, rolling your hips over his lap as you put on a private performance, just for him.
One day, you and him alone in the dimly lit studio, he couldn't take it any more. He promised to take you out to a few drinks in the bar across the street, but he lost track of time while working. You were kind enough to understand and decided to come by until he wraps everything up. It was a surprisingly warm spring evening, so you decided to wear your short summer dress. He could see your thick thighs spread out as you took a seat on his lap, your soft ass pressing against his semi-hard on. He tried continuing, really, but the moment you turned around with your big, questioning eyes, very clearly aware of his raging boner against your backside, he was done for.
Your kindness found no limit, as you fall to your knees and swallow his hot cum with a shy smile.
From then on Jongseob felt more confident, no longer trying to hide his sexual attraction towards you in fear of startling you. When you kiss late at night, he'd run his lips and tongue down your neck, nipping at the thin skin around your collar bone. Sitting next to him, no matter if by yourself or with others around, he'd wrap his arm around your waist, holding onto the plush of your hip. If he felt bold, he'd place his hand on your thigh, squeezing it occasionally. Rather than expressing his affection with gentle teasing, he’d begin flirting with you more openly, testing out a bunch of pet names to see what sticks. He would playfully smack your butt when you were being silly, trailing his hand down the small of your back when you excitedly tell a story.
With every day that passes, Jongseob wants more of your soft, feminine curves.
He likes to believe you're also craving more, possibly giving him hints, as your nightgowns just get shorter and shorter. You seem to, as you wrap your arms around his neck and affectionately press his head between your tits, faintly snoring. He feels your bare, squishy thighs over his slim waist, being painfully aware of your heat pressing against his belly. He takes one last, deep, breath, deciding to just explore this hunch.
Searching for your nipple with his teeth, he grabs your ass with both hands to experimentally knead the supple skin. You whimper, tightening the grip around his head, rubbing your chest over his face clumsily. He can't help but groan in response, as you begin grinding your lower body against his thin torso. One of his hands trails lower, fingers sneaking under the hem of your tight shorts, just to pull it up to expose one cheek. He's in heaven, holding your warm body so close, all over him, being able to fondle you wherever he desires. And the whine leaving your throat, as he spanks your butt with a firm smack...
Just a few moments later, he has you obediently on your hands and knees, gliding his erect cock up your folds, greedily covering it in your slick. He didn't bother stripping you off your cute panty, opting to just shove it to the side, admiring how they're indenting your ass. He holds onto the curve of your hip, digging his nails into its fat as he finally stretches your hole. His head spins, hearing you cutely ramble literal nonsense in, presumably, Korean as he starts to pound into your pussy, cries muffled by your pillow. The nasty sound of your plush skin, both butt and thighs, slapping against his only adding fuel to the fire that rapidly expands in his lower body, unable to keep his airy, desperate moans to himself. His thrusts picking up in speed, you lower your own upper body, arching, sexily showing off your waist to hip ratio. He quickly pulls out to burst over your ass with a whine, throwing his head back.
All of this, this entire sensation, has him hooked. Hearing, seeing and feeling your two fat mounds smack and smack and smack against his pelvis is driving him up the wall. He is not normal about you any longer.
As often as you allow, he has you bent over something, snapping his hips into you relentlessly. The armrest of the dorm coach, the kitchen table, his pc set up, the edge of the bathtub. It doesn't matter when, where, how. As long as your butt ripples against him, his fingers piercing into the skin of your hips, balls emptying themselves inside you, he's happy. Better yet, if your clit aggressively rubs against said prop with each thrust, your leg in the air as he lifts it up by your thigh, cumming simultaneously, creating a wet mess on whatever surface he has you on.
If someone asked him about this distressing shadow looming over him a few months ago, he wouldn't have been able to answer what it was about. He could have never known that it only took a thick, eager foreign beauty to stuff full to the brim with his seed to finally satisfy him.
hihi im new to writing requests so i apologize if this is written weird 😓 but i NEED more soul smut i feel like nobody writes enough abt soul… especially sub soul. i highkey think he would be a super pretty crier but be super duper shy abt it..
Authors notes: um so i uhm sorry i got carried away, "pretty when you cry" by lana del rey while listening to this is a must
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“I… I don’t know if I can do this…”
You tied the last knot and stood in front of Shota to take in your work. You had him tied to a chair, his lean naked body completely exposed. His wrists were bound to the backrest behind him, ankles fastened to the front legs, completely held open for every touch.
His pale skin was flushed a light pink, eyes lowered to the floor and shoulders drawn in as though he could somehow hide from you. Your eyes finally fell to his already hard cock that was pressed flush against his stomach, red tip leaking pearly beads of precum.
The sight was breathtaking, seeing the boy who was usually so energetic and playful, reduced to this pathetic, whimpering mess.
You cupped his face and he leaned into your touch, looking up at you with already glassy eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your lips—You haven’t even touched him yet.
“But baby, you’re the one that wanted to do this so you could learn to last longer.” You trailed a finger down his chest as you spoke, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin. “Don’t you want to learn to last longer for me? So you can finally make me cum before you? Isn’t that what you said?” He nodded shyly at your words and you gave him a reassuring smile. "If it's too much use your safe word okay?"
He nodded once more. You wasted no time with wrapping your hand around his cock to work him—slow, slick strokes from base to head. Soul’s breath hitched instantly.
“Ah… that’s—nngh… too much…” His thighs trembled, knees inching together. You forced them apart, holding him wide open.
“Too much? You poor baby, I haven’t even started yet.” You kept the rhythm steady, twisting your palm over the head each time until his hips started to chase your touch and his whines rose in pitch. Just as his cock began to pulse and his eyes fluttered, you stopped completely, letting it fall back heavily onto his flexed stomach. He let out a broken, wrecked sob. “Wait! I was so close… I’m sorry, please…”
Heavy tears shimmered on his lashes until one fell, the single tear slipping down his flushed cheek, lips trembling in desperation.
“You're so sensitive...” You reached up to brush a hand over his nipple, the touch so light you barely felt him beneath your finger, but it affected him all the same as he shuddered out a breath.
You increased the pressure, feeling it stiffen into a small peak beneath your finger. His back arched in the chair, and you took the opportunity to smooth your fingers back over his tip.
For the second edge you started stroking him faster, spitting on the tip to make the glide smoother while your other hand continued rubbing his nipples, pinching every few seconds to make him cry out. He writhed in the chair, straining against the rope, legs trying to snap shut again. You slapped his thigh and pried them open, never slowing your strokes. “W-anna cum… gah—please let me—”
You pulled away again and his cock twitched uselessly in the air, denied for the second time. A fresh wave of tears flowed freely down his pretty face and the sight hit you right in your core. You placed your hands on his thighs, rubbing back and forth to soothe the tremors that racked over his body.
For the third edge, you started with light slaps that made his cock bounce wetly against his belly. “It hurts—ah!” His body twisted, shy apologies tumbling out between gasps. “I’m sorry I… I can take it…”
Your heart swelled at his words, his dedication to learn for you."Yes you can."
You grabbed him firmly by the base and pressed your palm flat to his tip, rubbing rapidly to bring him to the edge. You watched his balls draw up tight, his shaft swelling in your grip, only to rip your palm away and squeeze him harder at the base, cutting off his orgasm. He sobbed openly now and you greedily watched the way his pretty eyes sparkled in the light. “You look so perfect when you cry... how can I not ruin you?”
You didn’t give him time to recover as you began the fourth. This time you focused on his nipples, pinching and flicking them until they were swollen and red.
The stimulation alone had him leaning forward in the chair, head hanging low as he writhed. He was babbling incoherently now, too fucked out to even string words together. The giggle escaped you before you could suppress it and he raised his head just enough so you could see his clumped lashes, lips pressed in a desperate, pretty pout as he sniffled. “So m-mean…ngh”
You ease him back into the chair and pull your hand away from his chest, smoothing down his torso to ease the tension in his clenched abs. He looks at you weakly, voice coming out embarrassed at his request, “My cock… please...”
You realize then that you had been neglecting it, the tip even more red and puffy than before. He’s bucking himself up into the air and you coo sweetly at him and apologize in earnest. “I’m sorry baby."
"'S okay... can I have a kiss?" He sounds so small and helpless, you grant his request, immediately leaning forward without responding.
His eyes flutter shut and you lick into his mouth greedily, slowly closing your lips around his tongue to suck on it.
Your hand inches back to his cock and you graze your nails over the shaft. He whines and you giggle into his mouth, proud that such a small gesture has him reacting so heavily.
You curve your hand into an open circle and place it directly over the tip. "Since you're so eager, how about you fuck yourself into my hand?" The second the words leave your mouth, he gets to work, too desperate to even question you or beg for more.
You swallow his moans as he bucks into your hand as best as he could with the restraints. You pull away from the kiss to watch him unravel, heat building in your core at the intensity of the sight.
"Fuuu— 's too much—" he cried out, and you hold back from reminding him that you're not even doing anything—he's doing it to himself.
“I’m your good boy, aren’t I? Let me finish…” His hips rolled weakly, chasing the too-light friction.
"I don't know... do you deserve it?"
His body thrashed, legs straining against your hold as he tried once more to squeeze them shut. You forced them open and kept going, watching every twitch and pulse.
"Fuck come o-on..." the demanding words slipped out of him before he could control them.
You were going to let him come, you really were. But definitely not after that, and definitely not after he forgot to say please.
Right as the orgasm hit, you ripped your hand away. His release came out in weak, unsatisfying dribbles that spilled pathetically over his tip instead of the powerful spurts he craved.
The aftermath is almost more beautiful than the ruin itself.
Shota gasps, a choked, airless sound, as the weak pulses fade into nothing. His entire body locks rigid for a moment, suspended in the cruel state. His head falls back against the chair, exposing the long line of his throat as a low, devastated groan tears from his lips.
His tears are still flowing freely, tracing glistening paths through the flush high on his cheeks. His cock has already begun to soften after the pitiful climax.
"Oh, Shota," you murmur, your voice carrying a dark satisfaction. "Look at you. Such a pretty mess you made." His chest heaves with ragged breaths and his tear filled eyes finally meet yours. "Didn't feel good, did it? That pathetic release?"
He tries to speak, but only a broken whimper escapes. He shakes his head desperately.
"No," you agree softly, running a single fingertip through the cooling mess on his stomach, gathering some of the spend. "This is what happens when you forget your manners, Shota. When you demand instead of beg."
He whines, trying to turn his head away, but you hold his chin firmly. "Look at me." Reluctantly, his wet, wounded eyes meet yours. "Say it."
A sob hitches in his chest. "S-sorry... M'sorry..."
"Sorry for what?"
"F-for... f-forgetting to say p-please..." The words are thick with tears and shame. "...and... and for being... d-demanding..." His voice is barely a whisper.
"Good boy," you praise, the sudden warmth in your voice a stark contrast to your previous actions. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the salt on them. "Much better. Apology accepted. We'll try again tomorrow."
I read this and this and saw this too and wanted to add to this notion. enjoy x
cw: fem!reader, smut, established relationship, body worship (booty focused if you didn't click the links), unprotected sex, reader is explicitly non-korean (but nothing else specified), reader is def curvy but i tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible, seob is fetishizing reader a bit if you will, like two sentences playing with somnophilia, mentions of consensual free use, descriptions of rough sex
Jongseob is a bit of a late bloomer. Life just happened to be too busy to develop interest in women, then he kinda didn't care enough to risk jeopardizing his dreams, and now he's twenty. Yes, it was a bit frustrating seeing his older members waltz in with their girlfriend from time to time or, occasionally during slow months, with a one-night-stand. But he didn't really run into any temptation during his teens, and he never met someone that interested him enough to come out of his comfort zone like that. His hand didn't bore him yet, either. He thought he didn't really need to get out and meet women, especially not just for the sake of it.
But he still felt something was missing. Something was missing from this painstakingly gaping hole that is just... annoyingly empty. And he can't tell what it was. He is proud of his achievements, glad about the life he gets to live, and nothing but optimistic about the future. But he can not seem to scratch this itch.
Until you came into his life.
Meeting you felt natural, easy, deliberate. The two of you clicked instantly. You understood his mischievous humour, seemed to enjoy his teasing (even if you pretended not to), and were enthusiastic about his hobbies and interests. He was curious about your culture, effortlessly handles your temper and found all your tiny habits endearing. Despite the language barrier, his English not yet flowing instinctively and your Korean obviously nowhere near a native level, you pretty quickly became a couple. A timid, slow-paced one, but still crazy in love.
It took a while until he gathered the courage to test the waters. He wasn't sure what pace things usually moved at with the guys from your home country, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable or feel used.
But god was it hard. He feels like a trapped animal, gnawing at the bars of his enclosure, wanting nothing more than to get into your pants. Those tight, low rise jeans, that hugged the curve of your ass deliciously, to be specific. He's salivating, just thinking about the time you bent over in them in front of him. His sexy girl on all fours, rummaging through a random cabinet in your living room, looking like dinner's served. You're hypnotizing, to say the least. Your bubbly personality, this cute accent on top of these adorable grammatical errors, your pretty, striking face and this luscious body. He came buckets at the thought of you in a thong, rolling your hips over his lap as you put on a private performance, just for him.
One day, you and him alone in the dimly lit studio, he couldn't take it any more. He promised to take you out to a few drinks in the bar across the street, but he lost track of time while working. You were kind enough to understand and decided to come by until he wraps everything up. It was a surprisingly warm spring evening, so you decided to wear your short summer dress. He could see your thick thighs spread out as you took a seat on his lap, your soft ass pressing against his semi-hard on. He tried continuing, really, but the moment you turned around with your big, questioning eyes, very clearly aware of his raging boner against your backside, he was done for.
Your kindness found no limit, as you fall to your knees and swallow his hot cum with a shy smile.
From then on Jongseob felt more confident, no longer trying to hide his sexual attraction towards you in fear of startling you. When you kiss late at night, he'd run his lips and tongue down your neck, nipping at the thin skin around your collar bone. Sitting next to him, no matter if by yourself or with others around, he'd wrap his arm around your waist, holding onto the plush of your hip. If he felt bold, he'd place his hand on your thigh, squeezing it occasionally. Rather than expressing his affection with gentle teasing, he’d begin flirting with you more openly, testing out a bunch of pet names to see what sticks. He would playfully smack your butt when you were being silly, trailing his hand down the small of your back when you excitedly tell a story.
With every day that passes, Jongseob wants more of your soft, feminine curves.
He likes to believe you're also craving more, possibly giving him hints, as your nightgowns just get shorter and shorter. You seem to, as you wrap your arms around his neck and affectionately press his head between your tits, faintly snoring. He feels your bare, squishy thighs over his slim waist, being painfully aware of your heat pressing against his belly. He takes one last, deep, breath, deciding to just explore this hunch.
Searching for your nipple with his teeth, he grabs your ass with both hands to experimentally knead the supple skin. You whimper, tightening the grip around his head, rubbing your chest over his face clumsily. He can't help but groan in response, as you begin grinding your lower body against his thin torso. One of his hands trails lower, fingers sneaking under the hem of your tight shorts, just to pull it up to expose one cheek. He's in heaven, holding your warm body so close, all over him, being able to fondle you wherever he desires. And the whine leaving your throat, as he spanks your butt with a firm smack...
Just a few moments later, he has you obediently on your hands and knees, gliding his erect cock up your folds, greedily covering it in your slick. He didn't bother stripping you off your cute panty, opting to just shove it to the side, admiring how they're indenting your ass. He holds onto the curve of your hip, digging his nails into its fat as he finally stretches your hole. His head spins, hearing you cutely ramble literal nonsense in, presumably, Korean as he starts to pound into your pussy, cries muffled by your pillow. The nasty sound of your plush skin, both butt and thighs, slapping against his only adding fuel to the fire that rapidly expands in his lower body, unable to keep his airy, desperate moans to himself. His thrusts picking up in speed, you lower your own upper body, arching, sexily showing off your waist to hip ratio. He quickly pulls out to burst over your ass with a whine, throwing his head back.
All of this, this entire sensation, has him hooked. Hearing, seeing and feeling your two fat mounds smack and smack and smack against his pelvis is driving him up the wall. He is not normal about you any longer.
As often as you allow, he has you bent over something, snapping his hips into you relentlessly. The armrest of the dorm coach, the kitchen table, his pc set up, the edge of the bathtub. It doesn't matter when, where, how. As long as your butt ripples against him, his fingers piercing into the skin of your hips, balls emptying themselves inside you, he's happy. Better yet, if your clit aggressively rubs against said prop with each thrust, your leg in the air as he lifts it up by your thigh, cumming simultaneously, creating a wet mess on whatever surface he has you on.
If someone asked him about this distressing shadow looming over him a few months ago, he wouldn't have been able to answer what it was about. He could have never known that it only took a thick, eager foreign beauty to stuff full to the brim with his seed to finally satisfy him.
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