sometimes, being an esteemed photographer had its ups and downs. this time, it was a bit of both.
pairing — jungkook x female reader
genre — smut, angst
word count — 1.7k
warnings/tags — photographer!jk x spoilt!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader (implied), swearing/cursing, insults, praise, bros got the biggest boner in public, male masturbation, jk is big mean, degradation, oral (implied m receiving), mentions of pussy eating, mentions of unprotected sex, mentions of cumshots/creampies
a/n: this was something i was going to write a while ago, with the brains of @mercurygguk but i figured i’d keep it short and simple for the sake of ramadan 😭
btw!! this isn’t my last post before ramadan, i have another post scheduled to automatically post next month 🥳
hope everyone has a blessed month! 💗
Oh, the absolute fucking nerve you had to walk into his studio and cause a commotion, boss around his employees like you owned the place.
His week had been utter hell, running from one studio to the other, taking photos of his models but being back at his usual studio, Jungkook thought he could have a relaxed session with you.
Yeah, he did his research on you just to see what he was getting himself into and honestly, he wasn’t surprised.
Upon entering your name into the search engine, before your wiki page even came up, his screen was plastered with tons of articles about you, and they were nothing to be proud of.
‘Spoilt brat.’
‘Rude.’
‘Disrespectful.’
The list went on.
That was when he discovered you were handed this modelling opportunity because of the high status your parents held among designer brands, being the most sought after celebrities.
Your mother pulled a few strings and here you were.
With a bit of back and forth arguing, Jungkook instructed you to head to the dressing room with his assistant to get you ready for the shoot and surprisingly, you obeyed.
It wasn’t long before you stepped out onto the set, a silk robe shielding your body as his assistant did some final touch-ups on you.
The silence on set was deafening as you pulled off the robe, donned in a white lace bra and a thong, with the addition of a short lace skirt that barely covered your most intimate parts.
Now don’t get him wrong, Jungkook had come across thousands of models, all beautiful in their own way, and never affected by them, but something about you… your curves straining against the tight bands of the undergarments, tits sitting perfectly within the confines of your bra…
He fucking loved it.
It was such a shame you had the desired genes for this industry, but fucking hell, your personality made him wanna throw a brick at your face.
You were completely unaware of the commotion stirring within him, going about as usual and climbing onto the bed on set and ignoring the unwarranted stares you were receiving from everyone, “How do you want me?”
It takes Jungkook a couple seconds to gather himself before instructing you to lie on your stomach and lean on your forearms, giving you the freedom to position your hands as you please.
“Give me sexy, and seductive, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble with that,” he says, bringing the camera up to his eye without realising what he’d just said.
You promptly ignore him, trying to contain the little bubble of excitement building in your stomach as you posed, hands gracing your face, fingers occasionally grazing your jawline.
Jungkook hums in approval, taking a couple more snaps and putting you in different positions before instructing you further, “Good, now take the skirt off and lie on your back,” he says, pulling the camera away from his face to gaze down at you.
You sit up on your knees, unbuttoning the skirt from the waist band and pulling it off, handing it too him and now being extremely aware of how exposed you were.
This is what it meant modelling for a lingerie brand; exposed skin and provocative photos.
Despite how you felt, you laid back on the bed, bringing one leg up to a slight bend as you threw your arms above your head, face turned to the side with your eyes closed as Jungkook snapped away, moving around you to capture every perfect angle.
All you could hear from him was praise and validation, the occasional ‘good girl’ slipping from his lips. You usually didn’t care for validation, knowing you were good at everything, but Jungkook… There was something about that asshole that made your skin crawl with goosebumps and you were certain he must’ve noticed.
And he did notice, being on his knees next to you, but he assumed it was due to the cold so didn’t comment on it. He was far more focused on capturing every angle possible because he wanted to wrap this up asap.
He rises up to his feet again, “Okay, on your hands and knees for me.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, but you don’t have time to process his words already being on a tight schedule. You did as told, standing on all fours on the bed, your spine arching perfectly and ass raised in the air slightly.
Jungkook bites back a smile, eyeing your current state as he stood before you.
Now would be a good time to shut you up with his cock.
He hides his face with the large camera, adjusting the lens to pick up everything from your perfectly raised ass peeking out behind your head, the sensual lighting drawing in the shadows along your body, accentuating your curves.
He’d be lying if he said his dick didn’t jump at the sight.
You were completely unaware of the affect your body had on him, continuing your job as expected and after a solid 2 hours, Jungkook called everything a wrap.
He sets his camera down on and extends his hand out to help you off the bed, his hand burning upon holding yours, “You’re free to leave, I’ll be in contact with you in the next couple days to discuss what comes next,” he tells you, dropping your hand and dismissing you rather quickly as you tried to stand up straight.
“Have a good night, Miss L/N.”
He didn’t wanna be in your presence any longer, nor did he wanna deal with your incessant complaining, when the boner in his pants was bound to burst any minute now.
You don’t even get a chance to open your mouth before he’s out the door, wondering why he was in a rush.
Why was he in a rush?
Because the moment he jumped into his car, driving out onto the streets, his boner was doing up a madness; relentlessly straining against his trousers as he gripped harshly onto the steering wheel.
He replays the moment he was spotting you in that vulnerable position; ass up, face down, the seamless arch of your spine adding a hint of elegance and sweetness to your appearance, though you were the complete opposite.
Rude and vile.
Taking photos of you from behind, your barely clothed cunt on display, sitting snug against the flimsy material.
Just one small movement of shifting your thong to the side and he could be burying his face in your pussy, eating you out to his desires—
“Fuck!” Jungkook slams his fist against the wheel, using his free hand to palm his throbbing cock for some relief.
He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.
He was clearly wound up and full of sexual frustration after that shoot and it was unknown to him why this occurred so easily and why you of all people, had to be the cause.
Within a matter of minutes, Jungkook was pulling into his apartment garage, climbing out of his car and locking the door, using his bag as a shield to hide his erection from anyone he walks past.
He takes the elevator up to his penthouse suite, unlocking the door with a shaky hand and entering, dropping his bag to the floor and slamming the door shut behind him.
Good thing he was alone, he didn’t know if he was angry or horny right now, pacing up and down the room and pinching the bridge of his nose.
Maybe he was both.
He shouldn’t.
He really shouldn’t…
Fuck it, he could deal with the consequences later.
Jungkook throws himself on the couch, slouched back and thighs spread apart. Like this, his boner looked far bigger than he thought which made him wonder if anyone within distance from the garage and the building actually noticed it.
He removes the buttons of his shirt, leaving it open to give himself some air before reaches down to pull his pants off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock slap against his abdomen, aching for a girl it shouldn’t.
He doesn’t waste another minute, wrapping a firm hand around the base of his cock, pumping himself up and down slowly as his head falls back against the couch.
“Shit…” he grits, bucking his hips up into his fist to get himself off, spreading the small beads of precum at his tip along the entirety of his cock.
Jungkook’s mind wanders far, conjuring up the sinful image of you riding him, your sweet little pussy clutching onto his cock like a tight glove and perfectly rounded tits bouncing in his face.
“Fucking hell…” he curses under his breath, using his free hand to massage his balls, squeezing and pulling at them for something more. He shook his head, tightening his grip, “That fucking bitch…” he seethes, picking up the pace as his thighs twitched, “How dare she do this to me…”
With a raspy moan, he continues to think about you, your plush lips wrapped around his cock, mouth taking him whole as he uses one hand to grasp at your skull, pushing your head further down till the tip of your nose was brushing against him.
He imagines you touching yourself with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, unable to wait like a desperate bitch.
Jungkook would do everything he could to hurt you in all the right ways; using you as his personal fleshlight, his very own cumdump who’d be there for him on-call because spoilt brats like you didn’t deserve the luxury of a comfort fuck.
No, spoilt girls like you deserved to be treated like whores; broken down into nothing because that’s what they deserve.
Maybe that would teach you a lesson; you can’t always get what you want.
“Gonna give her a piece of my mind,” he tells himself between panting breaths, stroking his hard cock and pushing himself closer to his orgasm.
He was so close.
The undying urge he had to paint your face with his cum, splay your tits white and bury himself balls deep in your pussy till you drained him of every last drop—
And that did it.
Thick ropes of cum were landing on his lap, all over his hands, some of it dripping down the base of his cock and he jerked himself off slowly, getting the last of what he could before letting go with a heavy sigh.
His thighs had tensed up and shirt all creased from the lack of care he took while sitting, and it was now when he realised he got off to you.
Little did he know, you were doing the exact same thing, touching yourself to the thought of him.
i’ve been good thank you!!! my cod team just lost to a shit team so i’m kind of stewing right now but other than that ive been pretty up !! hope you’re doing good my lovely xx
You were literally running TikTok and tumblr 2023-24. if you don’t mind me asking what happened? I LOVED your content so much 💔
oh girl i got a boyfriend 😭😭😭 everyone was right when they said once i get a boyfriend ill barely be updating 😭
can’t blame him though, he never stopped me from writing, i eventually lost motivation and in the long run, time, being in and out of hospital back then.
3 years and 2 surgeries later, we are doing much better !!!
NARA!!!! HEY HEY THERE YOU ARE!! IT'S BEEN FOREVER 😭😭 how's life?? is that a coincidence that ur back when its ramadan time lol i miss you miss nara im always checkin ur ig and tumblr btw :( hope ur doing well💜💜
HI!!!!
it has been a real hot minute 😭😭😭 how are you???? keeping well???
ramadan this year seems to be a breeze, but i think im only saying that cos im on my period and not fasting 🤣
What do you mean your life fell apart??? I mean you got your every own room 20 years later 😭
i wish having my own room would solve all my problems 🤣🤣🤣 but unfortunately not, i had a couple issues with my apprenticeship so currently out of work right now but i start my new job in June so things are looking up !!!
