BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook | Drabble 6
Summary: When you're ovulating and Jungkook wants to try something new Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: Smutty smut smut lmao a/n: So this took me MONTHS to finally finish this because I was having a hard time writing smut for this couple again but I hope you enjoy~ Thank you for waiting for so long and sorry it's so short😭🫶🏼 Requested by @jungkooknippleanddicksucker 💜
"Hey," waving a hand in my face, Jungkook breaks me out of whatever reality I had found myself lost in.
"You okay?" he chuckles when he sees how truly gone I was, turning to face me a bit more from where we're seated on the couch.
"Mhm, why do you ask?" I hum, doing my best to stay focused this time around.
"Because I've been talking to you for the past five minutes and you haven't heard a word I've said," he says, poking me in the forehead.
"Ow!" I whine, rubbing the spot but he soon takes my hand away and replaces it with his lips making me sigh, the slight show of affection making me turn to putty.
"How long do you plan on waiting?" he asks, pulling back and tilting my chin up with his pointer finger, making sure I'm looking straight at him.
"Waiting for what?" I ask, but I know what he's going to say. I know he knows but he's been torturing me, waiting for me to say it all day.
"Waiting to ask me to fuck you," he says, his tone taunting and although expected makes me clench around nothing.
"I wasn-"
"I know your cycle. I know your scent. I know those eyes," he says, now tracing his finger along my jawline before his thumb finds it's rest, running along my bottom lip.
"If you knew then why didn't you say anything?" I murmur, my gaze heated, unwavering.
He tilts his head and gives me a mocking smile.
"You know how to ask for what you want," his eyes, focused on my mouth, pulling down my bottom lip the slightest bit, sucking his teeth when he sees there's no resistance.
"Tell me how to fuck you, love."
His straightforward and dominant nature always to my liking, but again he knows.
He knows my wants, my needs, the depths of my desires.
"You know how," I murmur, already in my head enough but he knows, he knows but he doesn't care.
"You won't be getting fucked properly unless you tell me exactly what you want, doll," he counters, his eyes glowing gold and taking in my reactions. The slight parting of my lips, the way my pupils dilate, all filed back into his data base
"I want to see you the whole time. I want to feel your eyes on me while you fuck me," I say, the intimacy of eye contact being something I'm craving.
"You want me to watch you as you fall apart under me? Watch you beg for more? Watch while I fuck you dumb until you can't think straight?" he says, his thumb still dragging along my bottom lip, making me take it in my mouth, sucking on it the slightest bit.
"Fuck it," he growls and throws me over his shoulder, my head reeling from the sheer momentum created by his quick movement. I giggle as he carries me to our bedroom gaining me a slap on my ass as a response, a yelp being my courter argument.
He chuckles under his breath at the sound, kicking the door open and closing it with his foot behind us, tossing me on the bed, making me bounce on impact.
"I spoil you too much," he says, crawling on top of me, his shirt already stripped off making the view that much better.
"That's your job, isn't it?" I smile and pull him closer, his synthetic lungs puffing out air to mix with my breath, our lips resting against each other, eyes locked on one another.
"I guess it is, isn't it?" he chuckles, leaning closer so he's speaking right against my lips, kissing just the slightest bit through his words, still not giving me what he knows I want and when I try to connect our lips he pulls back.
"Jungkook," I groan pulling him closer, his mocking laugh sending a heat rushing through my veins.
"Patience love," he purrs, his nose running along the expanse of my neck, the air coming out of his mouth feeling as real as any man's breath would.
I shake off that thought, those thoughts that take me out of the fantasy and remind me that he's not real.
That he's not truly human.
He can sense my mental distress and decides to pepper kisses along my collarbone, biting down on it slightly when he feels me try to rut my hips against his.
"That's not very patient now, is it?" he pulls back, seeing the distress in my eyes now that he's hovering over me.
"Hey, just focus on me," he coaxes, knowing I need to get out of my head, so I nod, pulling him in, and this time he lets me.
I connect our lips in a soft, slow kiss. Letting myself get lost in the feeling. His lips, always so perfectly smooth and kissable, knowing exactly what I like.
Every suck, every nip, every tug on my lips is practiced, calculated, ingrained in his memory.
"Gonna be good and listen, yeah?" his tone coaxing, getting me out of my head and into a space where only him and his words matter.
I nod, my lashes fluttering as I look up at him.
"Why don't we get you out of these clothes then? Although with how skimpy those shorts are, you might as well not be wearing anything," he says, slapping my bare thigh, the sound loud and sharp, making me jump.
"Lift your hips for me, love," he chuckles, already hooking his fingers into my waistband, taking everything off in one go once my ass has barely left the bed.
He doesn't even bother with removing the tank top I'm wearing, nipples hard and poking through the fabric.
I guess he had a point there.
I didn't really leave much to the imagination.
He lowers his head to my chest, taking one of my nipples in his mouth over the fabric, dampening with his synthetic saliva, pulling back and blowing on it with cool air, making me shiver.
He smiles, eyes glowing gold as he takes note of my reaction to him.
"Always so sensitive to cold," he chuckles, running his hand up my thigh, now so much colder than before, my leg flinching away.
The cooling mechanism under his skin makes the change drastic, something he knows will keep me on edge, focused on his touch.
I shiver as his fingers dance up my inner thighs now, slowly, so slowly getting closer to where I've been needing him for hours.
I yelp when his cold thumb lands on my clit, making my hips writhe around, trying to get away from it.
"Sorry, doll. You want it like this?" he coos, raising the temperature to something more bearable. I hum at the warmth, my hips now resting, staying still as I let him play with me.
My eyes had fluttered shut at some point, and when I feel the absence of his touch they open and see he's laying on his back next to me.
My brow scrunch together at his sudden change and the smirk on his face tells me he's plotting something.
"Sit on my face."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me."
"You want me to...on your face?"
"Lemme try something different, hm?" he coaxes, pulling me to straddle him, my legs on either side of his waist.
"But...it's embarrassing," I mumble and he smiles.
"Why is it embarrassing?" he runs his hands up and down my thighs, tilting his head to catch my glance.
"Well...I don't know. It just is," I burry my face into his neck, him wrapping his arms around my waist in response.
"We'll do whatever you want, love, but I think you'd really like it," he hums, pinching my side and making me yelp.
I swat his hand away and he just pulls me closer, his body warm, the mechanisms inside him making small noises when he breathes, the sound almost calming, comforting.
"Okay," I mumble after a while, burying my face even further into him, if that were even possible.
"Really?" he asks, his tone lifted as I nod.
"C'mere then," he pulls me into a kiss, making me crave more, his hands cupping my ass and giving it a light swat as a way to tell me to move closer.
I pull back and let out a breath, looking down at him with a wary look but he just smiles, caressing my cheek and giving me a nod before I sit up.
He readjusts his position so I have more than enough room and helps guide me up his torso until I'm hovering right over him.
"No excuses about crushing me or suffocating me because it's not possible," he reminds me, taking away any protests I would usually give if he were...real. I shake my head to get those thoughts out and grab onto the headboard before straddling either side of his head.
He hooks his arms under my thighs and guides me down, his expression is enough to make my heart race faster.
"Sit down, pretty girl," he coos, his tongue finally dipping between my folds, making my thighs shake already, my knuckles turning white as I tighten my grip on the headboard.
He chuckles at the sight before pulling me down fully and locking me in place, my cunt smashed up against his face as he makes the most obscene noises, my own falling from my lips in turn.
"So fucking gorgeous like this," he growls against me, the vibrations making me grind my hips down on him harder, his nose nudging my clit over and over.
"Shit, Jungkook," I whimper as a way to show him I'm close and he continues with his assault on my clit, his tongue lengthening and petting up against that spot that makes me see stars, forgetting who and where I am.
His grip on my hips is bruising and he holds me in place, choosing to smother himself instead, his actions and the sight of it soon tipping me over, crying out his name as I cum hard, my vision white hot as I ride out the wave.
When my whines of overstimulation are met with more pets of his tongue and his nose still stimulating my clit I try to get off.
"You can give me another one, can't you?" he mumbles, choosing to slowly make out with my cunt, dragging his tongue up and down my folds before I dipping inside my entrance before doing it all over again.
My fingers lace through his hair as I use it as another hold to keep me steady, with him groaning as if he could feel the tug, all just another reaction he knows I like.
"W-wait. I c-can't," I hiccup, the pleasure overwhelming as he starts sucking on my clit, his tongue like a gift I could never repay as he circles around it, yet keep coming back for more.
"Yes you can," he growls and locks me in place again, his efforts doubling making my whole body tremble.
I feel it all building again, the burning sensation in my stomach spreads and I'm throbbing against his lips. Soon that knot snaps and I lose control of my body, free falling before I feel his arms around me, laying me down and wiping his chin with the back of his hand before peppering kisses all over my face.
"Did so good for me pretty," he praises, a hand caressing my thigh while the other arm props himself up to look down at me.
"I can't see straight," I mumble and he shakes his head and kisses my cheek.
"That good, huh?" he asks, his eye glowing gold as he commits it all to memory.
I give him that look that says 'Why even bother asking?' and he rolls his eyes.
"I've gotta ask for feedback, love."
"It was incredible." I admit, my cheeks heating up as if I wasn't riding his face into the sunset.
"See, nothing to be embarrassed about," he kisses my temple, a call back to my earlier concern.
"I was just nervous because I've never done that before," I admit and his eyes widen slightly before smiling.
"Glad to have been of service," his nose scrunches up, his smile getting wider.
"I hate you," I groan and he laughs and lays down on his back, pulling me closer to rest my head on his chest.
"No you don't," he teases, and pinches my side but soon the room falls into a comfortable silence, the soft sound of a synthetic heartbeat matching in time to the rising and falling of his chest.
No, I don't hate him...but what I do feel for him is something I'm not willing to put words to.
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