pairing(s): simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader x könig
category: smut
word count: 584
rating: 18+
warning(s): no use of y/n, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), anal, spanking, praise, hair pulling, small use of degradation, creampie, video recording, sexting.
Simon doesn't like sharing.
If it's with the enemy? Absolutely not. But he's only in this predicament because his sweet baby girl asked. Hell, she begged.
The end result? His girl sandwiched between him and König, an operator from Kortac.
And Simon shouldn't like this as much as he does.
Simon gazes over her shoulder, watching the bounce of her ass with each of König’s thrusts, his cock delving deep into her ass. His hands clutch her hips, his eyes glued to where they connect, his torso shining with sweat. Meanwhile, Simon pistons up into her pussy, the squelch echoing through the bedroom, adding to the filthy orchestra of her moans and skin slapping.
Simon brushes hair out of her face, checking on her. He breathlessly chuckles at her expression: Rolled eyes, flushed cheeks, open mouth with a trail of drool that pools on his chest.
Her brain is a pile of mush.
“Doin’ such a good job, luvie,” Simon rasps, kissing her forehead through his mask, hoping to bring her back. “Takin’ us both so well.”
“Fantastic ass,” König groans, swatting a cheek, and she mewls in response. “Filthy fucking girl.”
König tangles his hand in her hair and pulls, arching her back. She moans, her hands landing on either side of Simon’s head, and this motion exposed those tits Simon adores. He lifts his mask enough to expose his mouth, capturing one of her rosy buds, suckling and swirling his tongue around it.
“‘M-M cumming again!” she wails, her fingers curling into the sheets.
“Cum, schatz,” König hisses, tightening his grip, spanking her again. “Make a mess all over our dicks.”
Simon licks a long stripe all the way up to her lips, kissing her, swallowing all her pretty noises, sucking on her tongue. He releases a low groan as he feels her convulse around his cock, her sounds growing louder and higher in pitch.
“C-Cumming!” she squeals.
Simon and König moan when she cums, her holes gripping their cocks like a vice. Her pussy creates a ring of white around Simon's dick, and by the way König whines and his hips stutter, his load is filling her ass.
Simon bucks up into her a few more times before reaching his end himself. He hisses, his balls clenching as he cums in her cunt. She collapses on Simon’s chest, whimpering in bliss. The three of them stay there for a long moment; Simon kissing her forehead, König burying his face into her shoulder.
König stirs first. “Want a video of our…?”
“Yes,” Simon answers.
König withdraws, his dick softening, and when he's pointing his phone at her ass, Simon slowly pulls her off. A few seconds later, he feels his cum dripping out of her pussy, no doubt mixing with König’s as it pools out of her gaping ass.
“Look at that,” König murmurs, squeezing her asscheek.
“Good little slut,” Simon whispers, gently grasping her jaw and sweetly kissing her. “Did so good.”
“Sent it to ya,” König says.
“Thanks, mate.”
Tenderly, Simon rolls them over and pulls his mask down, leaving her on the bed while he grabs and wets a washcloth. König’s tugging on his pants as Simon wipes her clean, draping a blanket on top of her before cleaning his dick. He grabs a pair of sweatpants.
“So…”
Simon glances at König, who gazes at her. He meets Simon’s eyes. “Will we be doing this again?”
Simon peeks at her, warmth settling in his chest. “Yeah… I think so.”
warning(s): pwp, fwb, fuckboy!dom!jeongguk, sub!reader cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), oral (f), choking, spanking, creampie, slight degradation, slight use of daddy, mention of safe word but not used, implied second round
notes: @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this. i forgot to add this when i posted. ❤️
You don’t know how this happened.
About an hour ago, you came to this party in this obnoxious frat house with some friends, dressed in a skin-tight velvet dress in your favorite color. The hem fell just below your midthigh, the spaghetti straps keeping it in place on your shoulders. The dress emphasized your figure and waist, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You didn't know how many guys tried to sweet-talk you into dancing and joining them in bed.
You stayed sober for your friends’ sakes, to keep them safe, but all that flew out the window when he found you.
You hadn’t noticed him approaching you until his hand found your waist, his lips against your ear, his breath fanning over it while he whispered what he wanted to do to you. He wished to bend you over and rail the shit out of you, your dress bunched at the waist; how he desired to devour you and taste you so badly on his tongue.
Jeon Jeongguk. Heartthrob, wrecker of hearts and pussies.
He was incredibly convincing, and the way he was dressed didn’t help. A white shirt hugged his muscular torso, ridiculous pecs, broad shoulders, and abs. Black skinny jeans clung to his meaty thighs, threatening to burst the seams, his chunky stompers on his feet. Rings sat on his tattooed hand, his veins threading up his arm sleeved in more tattoos. His little kisses on your jaw and behind your ear, his lip ring cold on your skin, his deep, husky voice and playful smirk drove you up the wall.
You couldn’t deny him. You really couldn’t.
So here you are, laying on your back with your dress bundled at the waist as promised, your tits and cunt exposed to the cool air of the borrowed bedroom. Your legs hang over his shoulders, your heeled feet sitting on his back while he buries his face into your pussy. Your hands tangled in his fluffy hair, your wide eyes stare at the ceiling, a moan slipping out of you.
“F-Fuck, Jeongguk,” you croak, throwing your head back when his lips capture your clit, suckling on it like a baby. Your toes curl at his fluttering tongue.
He chuckles, the vibration causing you to jolt. You gasp for air, thighs widening to accommodate his skilled mouth better. You mewl when his tongue prods your entrance, clenching around nothing because of it, and your eyes roll as his attention returns to your sensitive bud of nerves. Sucking in a breath, you peek at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks with your cunt in his face.
Your hips roll and circle on his receiving and ready tongue, trembling at the stimulation. You hear him hum, rapidly lapping away, your jaw dropping. You softly squeal, your back arching.
“J-Jeongguk,” you manage to say, hissing at his harsh suckling. Your pussy throbs, aching for something to fill you up. You buck against his mouth, tugging on his hair.
“Yes?” he rasps, never ceasing, continuing to tease you. He slurps up your juices, the sound incredibly obscene yet erotic.
You pant, your brain scrambling for words. “N-Need you.”
“Oh?” Jeongguk finally parts from your pussy, lips and chin shiny. You blush while he cleans your mess with his tongue, wiping the rest of it off with his hand. He crawls on top of you, piercings glinting in the room's dim light. His hips slot between your legs, his naked cock nestling against your cunt.
“What do you mean?”
You whimper again at his teasing, arms and legs twining around him. Your lips attach to his neck and jaw.
“N-Need your cock inside me,” you huff out.
A contented hum leaves him, his callused touch drifting over your body. You arch into his hands, spreading you further apart, exposing your pulsing center to him. He reaches down to align with you, and your throat tightens in excitement. He needs to push in.
“Jeongguk,” you grumble, impatiently dropping your head on the pillow. You lift your hips, attempting to slip him inside, but he pins you to the bed.
“Be patient, little girl,” Jeongguk murmurs, wickedly smirking. Being the little shit he is, he dips his tip inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and mewl. Then he withdraws a second later. He repeats this a few times, and you grow frustrated with every passing moment.
Whining like a baby, you pout at him, tired of him teasing you. You stick a hand between your legs to rub your clit, but you’re promptly growled at, hand smacked away. Fingers wrap around your neck, rings cold, and you stifle a moan. It’s his right hand, meaning you have a premium view of his tattoos and veins. Your gaze trails up to his face, his eyes burning with fire.
“What did I just say?” he barks, tightening his grip. You close your eyes and press your lips tightly together, your walls squeezing at the lack of air.
“Be patient,” you echo, dazedly lifting your lids.
“Then do it.”
You slowly nod, your attention flickering to his cock, which he finally slips inside you. A groan leaves both of you as Jeongguk carefully pushes in, your cunt eagerly greeting him, taking him for all he’s worth. The stretch burns deliciously. You gaze at each other the entire time, a little squeak escaping you when he’s fully sheathed within you. You exhale while he pants, his body a tight cord of muscle above you, ready to snap in a second.
“You feel so good,” Jeongguk rasps, his expression the one of a man whipped for pussy. “Fuck…”
You lay there in bliss, your breaths labored. You settle into silence, your panting mixing, the atmosphere heavy with sex and desire. He’s so thick and long, touching all those places you’re reminded of, so full, filled to the brim with Jeongguk’s delightful dick. He’s waiting for your signal, just like the last session.
This isn’t the first time you and Jeongguk have fucked. You’d been so drunk the night you let him rail you, and when you woke up in your apartment in the morning, your body still ached with his touch, his kisses, the sensation of his cock stuffed deep inside you. You hadn’t known his name or face, but the next time he found you at another party, you remembered, and you learned his name was Jeongguk.
And he knew you as the girl with the unforgettable pussy.
“I’ve been wondering where you were,” he had told you, a finger trailing along your jaw, his voice smooth and husky. His breath smelled like alcohol, and he smelled like the forest and fresh air, the musk of freshwater, all mixed together.
“I don’t know you,” you replied, already tipsy.
“No, but your body knows me,” he said. And he was right.
And although you’ve been fucking since then, feelings haven’t gotten involved. Not that you know of, anyway. If Jeongguk feels something romantic for you, he’s been doing a good job hiding it. As for you, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t pound harder around him.
“Okay,” you finally say, flopping your arms above your head, elongating your torso. You spot his eyes flickering to your tits for a moment. “Go ahead.”
Jeongguk shifts to his forearms with a grunt, holding steady as he carefully withdraws. A low moan leaves both of you. For you, it’s the emptiness, and for him, the lack of warmth and tightness. Once it’s just his tip remaining, he slowly plunges back in. Your eyes roll, a little whine rippling in your throat. Jeongguk softly hisses, his hands gliding up to yours, twining your fingers together, the action itself sweet.
He keeps this pace for a small while, letting you adjust to his girth. His lips drift over your jaw and neck, his breath hot on your skin.
Soon enough, there’s a mutual agreement between you. You shift beneath him, lifting your hips, and Jeongguk moves to his knees, his hands finding the bed at your sides. He quickens his speed, making you moan. The sound of your skin clapping gently echoes through the room, but it’ll grow louder eventually. Your tits bounce lightly in time with his thrusts, the drag of his veiny cock against your walls so addicting, the ridges heightening the pleasure.
With some struggle, you meet his stare. His jaw clenches, his brows furrowed, teeth nibbling his lip while he rocks into you, back and forth, his balls lightly smacking your second hole. You reach to caress his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. Jeongguk moans, passionately returning your kiss, his tempo growing slightly sensual and deep. This causes his tip to nudge that sweet spot inside you perfectly, and you loudly whine, throwing an arm around his shoulders.
“Fuck, Jeongguk,” you pant, your feet planted on the bed, now rolling your hips in time with his. He shakily exhales, his nose nudging yours with each movement. “Fucking me so good.”
“Of course,” he groans in response, supporting you with one arm of his own on your waist. “Pussy was made for me.”
You breathlessly laugh against his lips, your pussy clenching around him. Jeongguk grunts, losing his pace for a second to harshly snap into you. You yelp, but your eyes roll, head falling backwards and hanging. His mouth finds your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to it, teeth nipping here and there.
Both of you are growing desperate. You know each other too well by now to recognize the signs of eagerness brewing between you. Jeongguk slides out, allowing you to scurry to your knees and turn around. You lean forward on your hands, perking your ass for him as he assumes his spot behind you. This is your favorite position. He gets to see your cheeks jiggle, and his tip will hit that spot so perfectly it makes you see stars.
His cock returns inside you without a hiccup. A little moan leaves you, feeling his hard body against your back. His right hand gripping the headboard in front of you, the other on your hip.
“Ready?” he murmurs in your ear. You nod, biting your lip, anticipating the destruction of your cunt. “Know the word?”
“Uh-huh,” you say, wiggling your ass at him, smirking at the grunt you receive for it. You bite your lip with a smile when he spanks you, humming at the lingering sting. “Come on… Hurry.”
He gently hushes you, starting a slow pace again, just to let you adjust to this new angle. You lightly moan, rocking yourself back into him, your pussy throbbing with every thrust. This tender tempo doesn’t last long, though. You squeal the instant he speeds up, his hips rapidly flying like a well-oiled machine. His balls slap against your clit, providing the poor thing with the stimulation it needs.
“O-Oh, fuck!” you moan, your fingers digging into the sheets while Jeongguk grunts and groans, your thighs stinging a bit from the impact of his own. “God, fucking me so good.”
The tattooed hand on the headboard disappears with a metal flash, joining its twin at your hips. He wildly ruts into you, your breasts jolting in unison with him, listening to him moan and hiss behind you. You fall forward, face meeting the pillow, now fully submitting to him. You hear him growl in approval, and you grin a little while he keeps ramming you like an animal. The quick glide of his cock on your walls draws you closer and closer to that edge you love falling over so much, your body singing with joy.
“G-Guk,” you croak, your hand finding his, tightly clutching one of his fingers as a warning.
“You gonna cum for me?” Jeongguk pants, his voice strained with concentration and pleasure. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Be a good girl and make a nice, big mess, yeah?”
“U-Uh-huh!” you wail, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your growing noises. “J-Jeongguk!”
“Cum for me, slut,” he growls, spanking you again.
“Cum for Daddy.”
That title sends you over the edge. You squeal into the pillow, your body stiffening and locking up as Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm. His cock is almost too much, making you sob and squirm. Your clenching makes him join you in ultimate euphoria, doubling over and nearly crushing you with his weight. His throaty groan has you shivering, but feeling him dump his warm cum in you satiates you. Just a little.
You lightly hum, slowly relaxing beneath him. You lie there, panting and calming down, and you feel his lips ghost over the spot behind your ear. Goosebumps appear on your skin because of it.
“Such a good cunt,” Jeongguk murmurs. You can hear the smirk in his voice.
You softly snort and shake your head at him, shivering when he slowly withdraws from you completely. Your mixed cum shortly follows, hot and thick as it drips down your thighs. You glance at Jeongguk, finding him greedily staring with a hungry gaze.
“You gonna clean me up?” you tease, shaking your ass at him.
He stifles a moan, and you giggle, watching his softened cock harden. You reach between your legs and pet your used pussy. This earns you a whine, and your hand is replaced with his mouth. His tongue drags through your pussy, occasionally flitting over your clit. You moan gently, letting him swallow the mess you both created. His lapping makes you wet again.
You hear movement. Looking down to... find Jeongguk lying between your thighs?
“Ride my face?” he breathlessly suggests, his lip ring twinkling with his smirk.
Humming, you lower yourself onto his awaiting tongue.
Eagerly, with precision, you snap your hips, your ass smacking against Taehyung's thighs, your own aching from effort. Your arms shake from the pleasure, ears and face hot, but God forbid you stop now, not when you're so close to your end.
You peek over your shoulder at Taehyung, whose expression is twisted with bliss. Brows, furrowed, tongue through his lips, eyes closed in bliss. A throaty groan escapes him when you clench around him, and his noice encourages you to go faster. In response, Taehyung hisses, his hand landing on your ass with a clap.
"Fuck!" you whine, biting your lip, your body tingling with anticipation. "G-Gonna cum, ah!"
Behind you, Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah? Gonna make my cock all nice and creamy?"
"Y-Yes!" Mewling, your pace grows sloppy. He notices and stops you, only to drive his hips up into you with urgency. "T-Tae! D-Don't stop, don't fucking stop, oh my god!"
Taehyung simply grunts. Your eyes roll, his tip spearing that special spot inside you again and again, sending a bolt of complete euphoria every time. With a few more thrusts, you fall apart. Shrieking, you double over, trembling as Taehyung fucks you through your orgasm.
A few moments later, you feel him spill his load inside you, and you contentedly hum, a dreamy smile on your lips.
"Feel good?" Taehyung coos, petting your red ass-cheeks, digging his fingers into them and squeezing them. "You gripped me like a she-devil. Surprised I didn't combust straight away."
You tiredly giggle. "Yeah. Thank you."
"Oh, thank you. Now turn around so I can kiss you."
With his assistance, you twist around and embrace him. Taehyung locks his lips with yours, his hands palming your ass still.
warning(s): dom!bf!jeongguk, sub!gf!reader, cursing, pet names, praise, a blowjob, cum play(?) (if showing him swallowing it counts)
notes: happy birthday to my favorite boy in the entire world. thank you for making me laugh and smile every day. without you, i would not be here. thank you for saving me. ❤️
"Jesus Christ."
His moan sends a shiver down your spine. You pounced on your boyfriend the moment he entered the apartment.
Over the past few weeks, Jeongguk has been getting sexier, his black hair growing out to the bottom of his neck, his tattoos continuing to multiply on his arms, his body toning and strengthening itself.
You really couldn't resist.
Especially when it's his birthday.
"Y/N," Jeongguk rasps, his hand tangled in your hair while you bob your head up and down his length, dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his cock each time you lift upwards. "Fuck, baby…"
You hum lightly around him, your hand stroking what you can't fit in your mouth. Jeongguk had been blessed with a glorious girth and size, and your untrained throat won't be able to fit all of him. This is only the third time you've ever blown him. Sexual intimacy is still a new development in your relationship, since you've only been dating for about 6 months now.
"God, you're so fucking good to me," Jeongguk groans, his head falling back on the couch. His hips lightly buck up into your mouth, his thigh tense beneath your free hand. "Such a good fucking girl, sucking me off on my birthday. Is this my birthday present? Hm?"
You gaze up at him with your wide eyes, unable to answer with your stuffed mouth, simply whimpering around him in response. Jeongguk lightly yet breathlessly laughs, and it transforms into a low moan when you hollow your cheeks, his tip resting on your tongue, the suction causing him to shake above you.
"Shit, baby…" Jeongguk hisses, holding your head still to frantically slam his cock into your mouth, the sudden abuse to your throat making you gag. "Relax, shh…"
Screwing your eyes shut, you focus on releasing your reflex, which helps slightly, his tip sliding past it with some ease. His noises leave him in a broken mantra, creeping closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Where do you want my cum, baby?" he croaks, glancing down at you questioningly. You lock your lips around him tighter, which has him whimpering. "Christ, so fucking good to me, letting me cum down your throat like the good girl you are…"
A few more thrusts, and Jeongguk finally unravels, a high-pitched mewl slipping out of him as his load spurts from his tip, releasing inside your mouth. You grimace at the bittersweet, salty taste of his cum. It's a flavor you'll never get used to. When his softening cock slides out of your mouth, connecting your lips to him with a string of saliva, you display your cum-sodden tongue to him, which has him humming in satisfaction.
You take a moment to swallow – with some struggle, of course – then show Jeongguk your clean tongue this time. A smirk fixes itself on his face.
"Such a good girl," he coos, leaning forward, grasping your jaw to kiss you, promptly weaving his tongue between your lips, tasting himself. "Thank you for the present, babygirl. I promise I'll return the favor on your birthday."
warning(s): dom!yoongi, brat!reader, a conversation about status, cursing, pet names, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap, he uses the pull-out method), riding, voyeurism (he records), average degradation, overstimulation, praise, aftercare and mention of dinner
notes: the moodboard was completed by @egocypher ❤️ thank you shay, and thank you beezy @hobeemin for beta-reading this for me. ❤️
You hate him.
With every fiber of your being, every cell, every heartbeat, and every breath.
It isn’t fair. Whatever heavenly being that cursed you to live at the same time as him deserves to be damned. His existence is your ultimate bane. You want to get rid of him so you can reside in peace, but the most you can do is pretend he wasn’t born.
But at the same time, you yearn for him. You want him to continue bothering you, make your life a living hell and heaven at the same time. To listen to his soothing voice and see his adorable smile. To witness him above you as he scrambles your thoughts with a single roll of his hips. Kiss him, watch him work his magic on you, dragging you further under his spell.
He is like poison.
But do you care? Not really.
You suppose that’s why you’re drawn to him. He’s forbidden, someone you can never have.
Your entire being thrums with energy as you observe him patiently pluck away at the strings of his acoustic guitar, his keen ears trying to understand a tune within the chaos of the notes.
Curled up on the couch, you wait for him to finish the bar he’s constructing, your fingers playing with your sweater. You grimace at the harsh noise of a string being played too hard, and you’re afraid it’ll snap, but he lays a veiny hand on top of the strings above the soundhole, silencing it.
This same silence strikes a flame in your lower abdomen, your skin itching with anticipation. Maybe he’ll finally pay attention to you like you’re his guitar, the music within you waiting to be played.
“Was that alright?” he softly asks, his smoldering gaze meeting yours, making your heart leap. “To me, something’s missing.”
You shake your head. “No, I think it’s fine.”
He stays quiet, thinking, then stands, setting the guitar in the chair. His movement has your fingers curling into fists, tummy twisting with eagerness as he approaches you. Placing his hands on either side of you, he peers at you, head tilting slightly.
“Tell me, Y/N,” he murmurs, and the way he says your name makes you shiver, “why do I have the idea to add your pretty noises to my song?”
Heat floods your cheeks. “What do you mean?”
Annoyance flashes over his face for a brief second. “Come now, don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I mean.”
You do.
He’s referring to the times when he’s buried balls-deep inside you, spoiling you with filthy words, drawing the naughtiest noises from you. When you let him do whatever he wants to you, treat you like an angel walking on Earth or a slut who needs a reminder of where she belongs.
You love it. All of it.
“I should record you and use your moans in my song.”
Your jaw drops at his blunt statement. He’s a nasty man, and his nastiness has bled into you, corrupting you, making you as sick as he is.
Everything he likes in bed, you like in bed.
“Should you?” you say, knowing he’ll take your challenging tone as bait.
He narrows his eyes and shoves a hand into his pocket to grab his phone. He fiddles with it for a moment, then sets it down beside you. He isn’t kidding.
“Take ‘em off,” he lowly orders, eyeing your shorts.
With pink cheeks, you undo your shorts, hooking your thumbs under the waistband along with your panties, removing both garments in one go. You lean back and spread your legs, baring your drenched cunt to him, toes curling in excitement.
You hope he eats you out, drives you up the wall with his ridiculously talented tongue.
He hums in satisfaction because of your obedience, lowering to his knees. His veiny hands find the undersides of your thighs, his rings ice-cold against your clammy skin. You bite your lip, anxiously waiting while he examines your pussy.
“So pretty…”
His tongue rolls around in his mouth, and your breath catches as a drop of spit lands on you. Growing impatient, your lips part to hurry him along, but he connects with your aching core, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gently sigh, hearing him grunt and feeling his grip tighten, his nails lightly digging into your skin.
He repeats this action a few times, the combination of his spit and your juices creating strings, connecting his mouth to your folds. He spits again, then captures your sensitive bud of nerves with his lips, suckling on it. You moan, your head falling back as his tongue occasionally darts out to slurp up your essence, not letting a single drop go to waste.
“Yoongi,” you mewl, clenching around nothing, watching him dine on you like a starving man.
The man hums, flattening his tongue and lightly shaking his head side to side, eliciting a whine from you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly this time, hollowing his cheeks. He switches to lapping at it, rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue against it. You whimper, your hand finding his hair, strands silky and black, bolts of pleasure zinging through you again and again.
Molten lava and hellfire. That is what Yoongi is to you, while you are an iceberg, endlessly melted by his incessant heat, and you never want him to stop.
While you hate him with your whole being, you hit the jackpot.
“Such a pretty puppy,” Yoongi rasps, the vibration of his voice making you shake. “Always so wet for me, hm?”
“Y-Yes,” you croak, eyes rolling the moment he teases your entrance with his tongue.
“Of course.” He crudely spits on you once more, parting your folds, watching the bead drip down to your entrance and mix with your wetness. “So damn wet every time I see you. Just can’t get enough of me, hm?”
“N-No.” You swallow as he lifts your clitoral hood with his thumb, squealing when he suctions the nub, violently jolting with each suck.
Yoongi parts from you with a pop, eyeing your drenched cunt with a lustful gaze. “Poor thing. Puppy must be aching, yeah?”
You nod, panting, shivering when he lightly blows air on your pussy. You tug on his hair with a little whine. Yoongi hushes you, wordlessly reminding you to be patient and diving in. He rapidly laps at your clit, his free hand joining the orchestra between your legs, teasing your throbbing cunt. You whimper and lift your hips, his tongue making wave after wave of pleasure wash over you. The knot in your tummy twines tighter with every lick, your thighs trembling in anticipation.
“Y-Yoongi,” you whisper, steadily rocking into his receiving mouth, your body aflame because of the way he stares up at you. “F-Fuck, don’t stop.”
He lightly chuckles, slipping his thumb inside you. You gasp softly, walls clamping down around it as he steadily pumps it in and out of you. Biting your lip, you rut your hips a bit faster, your eyes rolling slightly. Fuck, it’s not fair. He’s not fair.
Fuck Yoongi and his godly skill of giving head.
He nips at your bud of nerves, and you yelp. His thumb is replaced with his digit, which swiftly thrusts into you, bringing more noises out of you. He resumes his actions with his tongue, and the combination of both that and his finger has you moaning.
“Y-Yoongi!” you choke out, feeling that bubble of ecstasy threatening to burst. “‘M gonna cum, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”
He doesn’t, opting to go faster instead. Just that alone breaks you. Shrieking, your thighs squeeze down around his head, your high slamming into you like a tsunami. You moan loudly, your back arching, restlessly bucking your cunt a little more. As you settle into overstimulation, Yoongi slows, guiding you through your orgasm. Once you’ve calmed down, he breaks away with a hum, his lips and chin shiny.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, smirking. You lay limp beneath him, face flushed, trembling lightly. He gently rubs your thigh, his rings cold against your warm skin. “You okay?”
You slowly peel your eyes open, your mind swimming with the high of your orgasm. “Yeah… Shit…”
Chuckling lightly, Yoongi reaches over and stops the recording. Heat floods your face and ears. You forgot he kept his word. He locks his phone and tosses it on his chair, which thankfully doesn’t bounce off and land on the floor. He meets your gaze; the way he looks at you tells you he isn’t done with you just yet.
“Alright, angel,” he says, lifting you off the couch to take your spot. He has you straddle him; your cunt still bared to him. “Think you can cum again?”
Confusion ripples through you. Yoongi usually sends you off after you cum or vice-versa. He’s never wanted a second round with you before, so hearing this is strange. Seeing your expression, his hands glide up your thighs, snaking one between them to glide a finger through your folds.
“Is it wrong of me to keep listening to you?” he softly asks, finding your clit and rubbing threadbare circles on it. You shakily exhale. “Honestly, Y/N…”
The way your name falls off his lips has you shuddering. Your name comes from him like an unbreakable curse, an impending storm about to hit. Your stomach flutters nervously. You know he’s aware of your dislike for him, but does that stop you from hanging with him? No. Yet, for some reason, you can’t find it in yourself to stop this.
This has to end before either of you gets too involved.
But will you?
Most likely not.
“Yoongi,” you murmur, grasping his shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Why do you do this with me?”
His hand stills. You wait, watching his eyes flicker around your face for a moment.
“I don’t know,” he quietly replies.
You don’t say anything so he can elaborate. But he doesn’t. You frown. “That’s it?”
The lust in his face shutters. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I was expecting a reason,” you say flatly. “Are you sticking around because you want something from me? Or do you just want my body? It seems like the latter to me.”
His lips purse. “I’m not your boyfriend. I told you that shit doesn’t fly with me.”
You want to snap back a retort, but you refrain, inhaling a calming breath instead. “Yes, I remember you saying such at the beginning of our arrangement, but…” You bite your lip. “What do I say when people ask about you? We’re not exactly friends.”
He quirks a brow. “You talk about me?”
You clamp your mouth shut. Why did you say that? You shouldn’t be speaking about a person you hate.
“W-Well…”
Silence; until Yoongi breaks it.
“Y/N.”
“Hm?”
“Why do you hate me?”
You laugh a bit. You didn’t expect this from him. “Why do I hate you?” you softly say, diverting your gaze. “I’ll give you a few reasons why I hate you. I hate the way you make me want more. I hate how you crawl under my skin without even trying. I hate how you drive me crazy with literally no effort.”
You pause, heart thumping. “I hate how I want to keep seeing you, how I want to listen to your voice and see you smile and hear you laugh. I hate that we’re living at the same time, and I hate that you ruined my life.”
“I ruined your life?”
“Yes,” you whisper hoarsely. “In all the best and worst ways. I was a good girl, a good student. I showed up to classes on time and turned in all my schoolwork before it was due. I didn’t have tattoos, I didn’t drink, and I definitely didn’t have sex.”
You finally look at him. “Then I met you at that party, and now I drink. Now I have tattoos. Now I show up late and turn in my assignments past the due date. Now I have sex. Because of you.” You poke his chest. “I do all of these things now because of you, Yoongi. I used to be perfect. A perfect student, the perfect good girl, the perfect daughter. You ruined it all.”
“Is there a point to all of this, or are you just trying to make me feel shitty?” Yoongi butts in.
“Yes, if you stay quiet.”
He rolls his eyes.
You sigh, swallowing. “I hate you because you freed me.”
He waits for a few seconds. “That’s it?” he parrots.
You smack his shoulder. “Shut up, asshole.”
“So, does this mean you like me or some shit?”
You hesitate, scrambling to collect your thoughts. “I… don’t know how I feel, but I do know I don’t want this to stop.”
He doesn’t reply, staring at you. Then he says, “Alright. I don’t mind that.”
You nod. “Okay. But why do you hate me?”
You receive a breathless chuckle. “You’re a distraction. You’re loud and annoying, but you’re kind-hearted and sweet. I hate that you’re my complete opposite, and I don’t deserve to see your body like this.”
You tilt your head curiously. “You think you’re undeserving of me?”
He nods. “Pretty much, and I’m not someone you should be with like this. I… I can be selfish.”
“Yoongi, you’re not the only selfish one here.”
His lips twitch for the briefest moment. “Maybe.”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “We should re-evaluate the terms of our… friendship.”
“Alright.”
“Okay, so.” You adjust slightly. “One thing I definitely want is that you refrain from seeing other girls. I don’t want to be contracting whatever you get from them.”
He snorts. “Okay.”
You glare at him again for a short second. “Second thing. I would like us to talk when we’re not fucking.”
He lifts a brow.
“If this is going to be a long-term thing, I don’t want to be strangers.” You cross your arms. “I want to get to know you as a person, Yoongi. I need to know you beyond your dick.”
“Any other demands?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“‘Kay. Can we continue now?”
You playfully think about it. “I suppose.”
His hand grasps your nape, tugging you down to kiss you while the other slips two digits inside you. You moan softly against his lips, rocking into his touch. His tongue enters your mouth and finds yours, caressing it, his fingers curling, fingertips brushing over that one spot that makes you see stars. You whimper, clutching the couch behind him.
“Fuck, Yoongi,” you croak.
He hums, quickening his pace, and you lightly squeal. Little gasps escape you, eyes rolling in bliss as Yoongi nips your neck.
“Think you’re ready?” he grunts, withdrawing his fingers as you nod eagerly.
You watch him shove his sweats and boxers out of the way, freeing his beautiful cock. It stands tall and proud; his girth flushed red, his tip leaking. He lowers you slightly, gliding his tip through your drenched folds. You shiver, head falling forward as he guides you down his length. Moaning, you take the rest of him in one movement, your cunt squelching.
“Shit, princess,” he hisses, furrowing his brows when you begin to ride him, using him as support. Your ass lightly smacks his thighs, his balls nestling perfectly against your second hole each time you sink on him.
“Feel so good.” Whining, you lean back on his knees with your hands, gasping as his cock rubs along your front wall, hitting your special spot ridiculously well. “Fuck, Yoongi, hate you and your damn dick.”
“Yeah?” His eyes are glued to the spot where you’re connected. He finds your clit with his thumb, rubbing figure 8s on it, making you stutter. “Just despise how amazing I make you feel, hm?”
“U-Uh huh!”
Yoongi reclines on the couch, simply observing you bounce away, your tits jolting under your shirt. “Made you my little cockslut.”
You whimper, biting your lip, driving your hips with speed. This has you squeaking. He’s so deep inside you that his head barely kisses your cervix. “F-Fuck, Yoongi!”
He groans in response, firmly grasping your wild hips to stop you and switch positions, pinning you beneath him. He then roughly bucks into you at a rapid speed, making you cry, your pussy throbbing. You cling to the armrest for dear life, the couch creaking beneath you because of Yoongi.
“G-Gonna cum!” You arch your back and spread your legs a bit wider, moaning as you reach down and quickly rub away at your clit.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, angling himself slightly, his tip now directly slamming against your sweet spot, eliciting a wail. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Make it nice and creamy?”
“Y-Yes, oh, fuck!” You feel your high creeping up on you steadily, and you’re so, so ready to submit to that delicious euphoria. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Yoongi!”
“Not gonna until you cum, sweet thing.” He dips down and kisses you, swallowing your noises as they steadily grow louder. “Come on, puppy; I know you can do it.”
“‘M-M so close!” Your wrist is starting to ache. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! A-Ah, hah!”
You screech as your orgasm finally hits you, plunging you deep into the pool of ultimate bliss you’ve grown accustomed to. You gasp for breath, your head spinning while Yoongi slows slightly, coaxing you through your high. You screw your eyes shut, your body settling into overstimulation as his pace grows sloppier by the second.
Yoongi abruptly withdraws, and you watch as he rapidly pumps himself, hearing his low groan. Ropes of cum spurt from his tip moments later, landing on your tummy and shirt, a little even finding your face. You softly sigh, growing limp on the couch.
Yoongi momentarily leaves, returning with a damp cloth and one of his shirts in hand.
“Sorry,” he says, helping you sit up, cleaning you while you swap shirts. His tee engulfs your tiny body. “You okay?”
“Mhmm…” You tug on your panties and leggings. “You?”
He playfully scoffs. “I’m just fine.”
Yoongi straightens, grabbing your dirty shirt and heading to the door. He pauses in the doorway. He glances at you uncertainly. “Do you… wanna stay for dinner?”
His offer surprises you. “Oh… sure.”
“Okay.” With that, he leaves again.
You stay where you are, your mind replaying what happened. Yoongi asked you to stay and eat with him, and this makes you smile a bit. Although this is a FWB arrangement, he’s still respectful.
“You coming?” he calls.
“Yes!” you reply!
Maybe, just maybe… This is the start of something new.
Home to the ancient dragons of old, Joonia is constantly advancing in technology, striving to be better than it was before. Difficult choices and decisions are made every day to improve the country and the Continent. The capital Perido is the most technologically advanced kingdom in the Continent. They have mastered electricity, and it is slowly making its way across the land. Automatic lighting and telephones were created in Perido. It is also the dragons' hearth. Joonian are compassionate and assertive, strong-willed and hotheaded. Balance is a powerful core value. If something is not right, it will be corrected to preserve Joonia's health. Authorities are present to maintain peace.
Economy
Joonia profits from mining ores in the scattered mountains. Iron, steel, and copper are the three common ores, often utilized in construction. More precious metals such as silver and gold are sent to Peridon jewelers. Luxurious jewelry is made by dragon craftsmen. Their works are delicate and intricate, and each craftsman has their own personal signature in them. The mountains also contain an ore called dragonite, which is used in rural homes and those who cannot afford electricity. Seafood is common on the coast; cured meats and forest game is common to inner Joonia. Grain and livestock are imported from Jinaia and Hobius.
Environment & Climate
A majority of mountains within Joonia are snow-capped, which causes flooding in the spring. Despite this, Joonia is a snowy, cold country for most of the year. Blizzards can last for days, even weeks. Due to the freezing environment, the dirt and air is dry and brittle, so Joonians compensate with greenhouses full of fresh fruits and veggies. Forests are sparse, offering little protection from the harsh winds. Joonian trees are tall and similar to our world’s evergreen trees. Forest underbrushes are often silent.
Namjoon as High Dragon Lord
Background
He is the sole reason Perido is in the Windstorm Mountains. As a dragon, Namjoon has the habit of isolating himself from his people, reclusive in his cold stony castle. That irrational fear that they’ll hurt him still lingers. He is incredibly ancient, born into the world of Crystallia before it was the Continent. Namjoon remembers the slaughter of all peoples, the Cleansing, fellow dragons call it, and while dragonfolk were not forced to extinction, they were hunted for their teeth, claws, and scales. Despite his dark history, Namjoon is a gentle and stern ruler, treating all his subjects the same. He only wants the best for them, and to prevent his species from going extinct. He is only one of a thousand dragons left.
Personality
Namjoon is a centuries-old dragon, so as time progressed, so did he. The High Dragon Lord is assertive and mighty, strong and wise. However, while he may seem regal and composed, beneath his well-mannered facade is a broken being, mourning the loss of his people. It haunts him to this day, and he has no one to share this burden. Although it rarely bothers him, Namjoon chooses to be positive despite his dwindling species. Namjoon is a little clumsy; he has broken more than a few things in his castle. He does have a dragon form, but he has not shifted in a long while. Namjoon prefers his mortal guise, but his reptilian eyes remain, along with shimmering scales on his cheekbones.
Hierarchy of the Thunder
High Dragon Lord/Lady
Dragon Lord/Lady
Strongest branches of militia
Lord/Lady
Sir/Madame
Although the Continent is at peace, each country has prepared forces ready for battle. These forces are for external invasion rather than internal.
Joonia’s strongest battalions are the aria (airforce) and the navia (navy). A small section of Joonia shares its borders with the sea, which the navia sweeps frequently for possible dangers. The aria performs weekly rounds above Joonia for the same reason.
Religion
Joonian humans practice armina, along with catallia, lukana, jedwa, and ismala. Atheism is also accepted in Joonia. In the past, dragonfolk also worshiped Armi, but with time, they forgot her and let her rest.
warning(s): werewolf!dom!jeongguk, human!sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, cursing, daddy kink, spanking, choking, biting/marking, dirty talk, mention of impregnation, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, implied second round
rating: 18+
notes: this took me so long to edit since i'm an absolutely horrible procrastinator. but here you go! enjoy reading!
You've been plaguing his mind lately.
The image of you, to be more precise. Like when sunshine beams on your hair just right, revealing your natural highlights; how your eyes shimmer without your sunglasses in the way; how the skin below your eyes puffs up when you smile or laugh beautifully; how your complexion deepens when you're outside too much, glowing without even trying; how your figure effortlessly flows into elegant curves he can't seem to keep his attention off of; how your personality can range from sweet to harsh, you name it.
Sue him, you're absolutely perfect in his eyes.
God, just picturing you almost has Jeongguk drooling. Almost, but it isn't his fault. It's the wolf in him, the controlling, dominant alpha that's been nearly impossible to keep in chains. Every moment he thinks of you, he sees you, or even speaks to you makes him internally insane, especially your intoxicating scent that drives him up the wall in all the worst yet best ways. You're the sole reason why he's struggling to maintain his wolf, the cause of his war of hormones.
The first time he laid eyes upon you was a year ago at a bookstore, a few weeks before he invited you to join him on a date. He secretly went the same days you did just to learn more about you, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you found a book that interested you interested him. The amount of courage he gathered to ask you to go out with him was immense, and he thought for a second that you weren't going to accept, but when you did, he almost howled with joy. You grew close during those first few weeks, shared your first kiss after a month – you were fairly awkward about physical intimacy up until that moment – and now, you're his official girlfriend of nine months, which were the best nine months of his entire life. You're everything he's ever dreamed of in a girl. His pride, his joy, his source of strength.
Yet... Yet you've been dropping by more frequently, which has his fantasies auto-playing without his consent whenever you're not around. Particularly the fantasy where you're laid out before him, your gorgeous body bare and vulnerable, your eyes full of tears from how much he's teasing you, tasting you with his tongue and torturing your abused pussy with his fingers, begging him to slide his cock inside you and fuck you until you can't walk or think straight. It's an image only he can see, and it's one he doesn't plan on sharing with anyone else.
You're his, and his only. And he is yours.
Currently, Jeongguk glares down at the enormous tent in his sweatpants and internally cursing his ancestors and his alpha genes for being so unnaturally big; more like long and thick, two traits that'll make any girl cry. His ruts – those long, painful periods of time where he feels like mounting every girl in sight – are especially bad. There'd be weeks upon weeks where he'd try his best to avoid you, his innocent, adorable girlfriend. It's an incredibly difficult feat, though. You're like a drug, one he can't get enough of, and this is where he wishes his parents had warned him drugs can also be in the form of another person. His relationship with you is not toxic or abusive by any means; you're more like an aphrodisiac, which he knows isn't any better.
During his ruts, he limits himself from you, like cutting back on his messages, calls, and video chats. He's afraid he'll scare you if you ever see him like that, intimidated by his high stamina and libido, but there's a main reason: he doesn't want you to hear how breathless and flustered and irritatingly hard he is, as hard as a goddamn rock, and your voice does not help at all.
His excuse for his long weeks of abhorrent torture is this: once a month, his work schedule becomes extremely hectic. To blend in with the humans, he scores a job at a rather powerful company – a popular one, at that – and he'll admit a few female co-workers tend to hit on him quite a lot, but he rejects them. Always. You seem to buy his lie for now, but it'll only be so long before you begin inquiring for the truth. His chapped lips twitch into a little grin. You're so strange, being able to understand things without being told, which was how you came to know he's a werewolf.
You confessed you aren't afraid of him, but that terrifies him. How can a delicate human like you not be scared to death? Of him, no less, something completely capable of ripping your throat out in an instant?
His ringing doorbell jolts him from his deep train of thought, and he spits out a colorful curse under his breath, snatching a nearby oversized hoodie and tugging it over his head. The hem, thankfully, drapes passed his aching erection, so whoever's at the door won't expect a thing. The bell chimes again once he's by the door, and he murmurs a low, "Hold on," before looking through the peephole.
During the most inconvenient time of the week, it's no one other than you. The adrenaline pumping through his body doesn't help how his heart begins to pound faster. He unlocks the deadbolt and the lock, his thoughts already going haywire as he tells himself to stay calm after cracking the door open a foot or so, revealing you, his girlfriend.
"Hey!" you greet cheerily, your smile wide. You're dressed nicely today; a purple shirt tucked into the waistband of your black skirt, the damn thing revealing your tempting legs, which lead to your pair of black flats. As for your hair, it's simple, like usual. His attention is instantly drawn to the container in your hands.
"I brought some cookies I baked earlier today. I thought you'd like some?" you ask.
"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." His reply leaves him in a rush; however, you don't comment.
He steps aside to let you in, and after you're inside, he instinctively scans the hallway, and he sniffs for a moment, checking for a foreign scent. His paranoia of another alpha or male wolf following you causes him to be possessive, but from what he can tell, it doesn't bother you. Jeongguk hopes you think he's being protective.
He shuts the door and sets the locks back in place, then tracks your scent to his kitchen, where you already have your cookies set on a small plate with two glasses beside it.
At the moment, you're rummaging through his fridge, bent at the hips, jutting out your bum, which your skirt barely covers now. Fuck, he can see your panties, adorably pink, hugging your ass just right. He forces himself to look away as you straighten with a pout.
"You really need some human food," you titter, clicking your tongue while staring at the shelves full of raw meat with disdain. His appetite has been ravenous recently, so he's been hunting and buying the stuff in bulk, and he forgets you require more than just meat for nutrition. "We'll get some later, but for now, let's eat these. Come on, babe."
His heart flutters at the nickname you call him while you grab the plate of cookies and head to his living room. Jeongguk follows you like a lost puppy, completely enamoured by you. You sit on the couch, and he does the same, lying down and using your thighs as a pillow. He accepts the cookie you offer him and bites off a chunk, and he hums with satisfaction at the sweetness that practically melts on his tongue. You comb your fingers through his hair, your nails ghosting over his scalp, which makes him shiver. He loves your fingers in his hair.
"You okay?" you ask, and he nods, munching on another bite of his cookie. "Are you sure? You're shivering... You're not catching a cold, are you?"
Chuckling, Jeongguk pops the rest of his cookie into his mouth, brushing the crumbs off his fingers to tuck a stubborn strand of your hair behind your ear.
"I'm fine," he assures you. "Your touch just gives me goosebumps."
Your cheeks flush, and he fondly laughs. "You're so cute," he murmurs.
Your presence, your entire being, is calming to him, his anchor in the wild seas of werewolf life, and he is your anchor as well. He lessens your anxiety and eases your stress. But right now, the problem in his sweats is throbbing. You're not calming him right now, only adding fuel to the sparking fire deep inside him, the place where his alpha sleeps. He maintains his composure while his alpha stirs, shifting and nuzzling his face into your tummy. He hears you gasp, and his lips twitch into a little smirk, but he grimaces the moment you dig your nails into his scalp; partly from the sting and partly from his awakening instincts. He clutches at your shirt as he curls into a fetal position, trying to fight his strengthening alpha.
Why is his cock pounding so goddamn hard?
"Okay, what's wrong?"
He ignores you as he lurches into a sitting position, his expression set with panic. He drags a hand through his hair out of stress, his body trembling with anxiety. He can't be having a rut right now, it's just too early, unless his lingering arousal from earlier flipped the switch. His shoulders hunch when he feels your delicate touch, and he can sense your innocence and worry.
"Guk, seriously, what's the matter? You're scaring me..."
Your last words freeze him. He had vowed to himself he'd never frighten you, but unfortunately, he's frightening you, breaking his sacred vow. Reluctantly, he peeks back at you, and his chest contracts at the anxiety in your wide eyes. Your obliviousness to his current situation has him gulping. He doesn't want to scare you further.
"I-It's complicated," Jeongguk finally answers, hesitantly laying an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side. He would've brought you on his lap to comfort you better, but he can't risk you finding his pulsating, aching cock in his sweats. "So... You know how female animals go into heat, right? For males, they have ruts." He clears his throat, his grip tightening on your shoulder. "As of right now, I'm in rut, apparently, when I'm not due until next month. It's taking every ounce of my strength, my entire being, to... not hurt you."
You shrug him off, your features strangely blank, and this worries him. "And since I'm alpha, I have the most stamina and testosterone than all the other males in my pack," he continues quietly, cautiously gazing at you, wondering what you're thinking. "Even if you want to help me, you can't. You're not physically capable of..." He pauses, figuring out how to word this without offending you. "I could break you, darling, and I don't want to do that to you."
Your lack of response confuses him. "Jagi?" he calls, scanning your profile to better gauge your reaction. He's gotten nothing so far, your face still emotionless, but your eyes suddenly meet his, and the determination and ferocity burning in them throws him off slightly. Yet you're arousing him further.
"Are you alright?" he asks uncertainly.
"Fine," you reply curtly.
Jeongguk sharply inhales the moment you pin his shoulders to his couch with surprising strength, and he gasps after you straddle him, swallowing a moan once you settle right on top of him. Your skirt has ridden up to reveal a dangerous amount of skin, and he gulps, feeling your hands slip under his sweatshirt and up his toned abdomen. Your touch is like fire, burning everything in its wake, burning him. He shakily exhales as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, your chest pressed against his. This display of affection, if he can even call it that, is endearingly sexy yet... Hot.
"I-I thought we were eating cookies?" he pants, clinging to your hips for dear life and fighting his alpha impulses, which are urging him to bury himself so deep inside you and never leave. He would've if you were a werewolf like him, but he's being considerate of your mortality. "Y-You should get off – "
His attempt to remove you from his lap is futile. He either can't summon the strength to move you, or your effect on him is too powerful. It's most likely both, though more of the latter.
"Jagiya, please," Jeongguk pleads, twisting his head so you can no longer assault his neck. Your eyes meet his while the seductive warmth radiating from your center drives him nuts. Fuck, he can feel you, how heated and wet you might be. "I-I don't want to hurt you. Please get off, please..."
You shake your head in refusal. "It's been a year now," you murmur, dragging your thumbs along his jaw, slowly rolling your hips. This rips a guttural moan from him. Fuck. "I want you, Gukkie, and I want to feel you in every way." You briefly ghost your lips over his. "Please?" You mock his needy tone, tilting your head while faux innocence replaces your allure.
Have you always been like this? A ridiculously sexy succubus who has him completely wrapped around your finger, always hidden beneath your adorable, oblivious facade? He has to remind himself you can't possibly be a sex demon in disguise. There's absolutely no way, unless it has something to do with your zodiac. He can't recall which signs are the horniest, and he doesn't even know your zodiac, so this possibility is tossed straight out the window. Instead, after regaining his composure over his mind and body, freeing himself from you, he snatches your wrists and roughly locks them behind your back. His lips quirk into a proud smile at the sudden shock lacing with your features, how your eyes widen just a little.
"Since I'm your alpha..." His voice is low, so low it vibrates in his chest, his nose nudging yours. "You're going to have to listen to everything I tell you to do. If you don't obey me, I'll have to punish you or leave you high and dry. I don't think you want either of those things, do you?" You frantically shakes your head, your eyes shining while he hungrily rakes his gaze down your body, drinking in your supple and gentle curves. He unconsciously wets his lips as he looks up at you. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin that cunt of yours. Now..."
Jeongguk leans in and presses a kiss on the spot behind your ear, then he whispers, "Be a good girl for me and go lie on the bed? And don't strip. I want to tear your clothes off myself."
"Y-Yes, sir!" you squeak, your legs wobbling as you stand, smooth your skirt, and scurry down the hallway, the carpet silencing your footsteps.
He watches you disappear into his bedroom with hooded eyes, then he glances at his hard-rock cock. He squeezes it for a brief moment, just to regain some of his sanity, before rising to his feet. He takes his precious time retracing your path to his room, wanting you to be waiting in torture.
His haven, soon to be drowned in the sweet scent of your delicious love-making.
Pausing in the doorway, Jeongguk leans on the frame to study you on his bed, his tongue unconsciously poking his cheek at the sight before him. Your shirt is rumpled, and your skirt has ridden up again, your legs gorgeous and smooth in the sunlight pouring in from his window. He slowly approaches you, tugging off the sweatshirt that hid his erection so well, and he chuckles, noticing how your eyes drop to the large bulge, and how they widen with fear. He crawls on top of you like a predator, his thighs parting your knees, and your sharp smell nearly blinds him, but he pushes through it. He hovers above you, admiring how your hair fans out around you like a halo, further confirming your angelic beauty.
"Look at you," he coos, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat, "so cute, offering yourself to me, even though you know I'm capable of destroying you." He brushes your lips with his. "Do you know how long I've been dying to bury my dick in that tight pussy of yours? I bet you feel so fucking warm..." He hisses at the idea. "I can't wait to see you screaming beneath me, darling."
You whimper because of his filthy words, your noise sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry," he gingerly says. "I won't hurt you. If you need to stop at any time, just say so, okay?"
He refuses to continue without your approval. Consent is extremely important to him, and he wants you to realize that, despite his eagerness, he'll perform cautiously and with your okay. You nod, and he relaxes, glad to see you're alright with this. "Good. Now, lift your arms." You do so instantaneously, with no hesitation on your part, and Jeongguk almost laughs. You're doing splendid already. Gently, he removes your shirt and tosses it over his shoulder, his gaze falling to your chest. His breath leaves him all at once, and he swallows. The soft swell of your breasts in your bra has him humming. "The color suits you well, sweetheart."
He hears you dreamily sigh in reply, and his lips form a little smile. He leans down to suckle on your plush chest, blessing you with the sensation of his supple lips as his hands slip around you to locate the clasp of your bra. Your back arches once he finds it, and you both exhale once the bond is undone. The garment is now limp on your body, the loose straps creeping down your shoulders. Cautiously, he slips them down further, momentarily pausing to silently ask for your permission with his gaze. You nod, and he continues. He lifts the bra off your body, only to curse. God, you're absolutely divine. Your gorgeous breasts beam up at him, your nipples rosy and peaked with your arousal, begging to be suckled.
Like your shirt, Jeongguk carelessly chucks your bra over his shoulder, the visual of your bare tits causing his cock to twitch. Unable to help himself, he dips down to capture one of your pert nubs with his lips, hearing you gasp as he swirls his tongue around it, a low hum resonating in his throat. He tenderly nibbles on it for a moment, then rapidly flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You shove his chest at him with this action, and he glances up at you, smirking lightly at the mesmerized look of bliss on your face. To draw a moan out of you, he harshly sucks at your bud, and he's successful, a soft whimper leaving you. After a second, he parts from your nipple to latch on to the other, repeating his actions, pinching and rubbing the nub he just abandoned.
While he assaults your breasts and listens to your sweet noises, his other hand slowly inches up your thigh until it's above your clothed pussy. He grunts, feeling heat emanating from your cunt. You want him as much as he wants you, and he appreciates it, appreciates how you still desire him even if he's a werewolf. Expertly, he finds your clit through your soaked panties, and a smug smirk forms on his lips at the gasp you release. Your legs start quivering as he draws tiny circles on the bundle of nerves. He detaches from your nipple to kiss you, to swallow the sounds you're steadily releasing, increasing the speed of his digit just to hear you moan as you toss your head back. Your eyes are screwed shut, your brows furrowed, your teeth nibbling your lip.
Your pleasured expression is interrupted by Jeongguk, who removes his touch from your pussy for just a moment to roughly tug your skirt down your legs, abandoning it just like your bra and shirt. He dips down, smacking kisses down your front, beginning at your neck and ending above the waistband of your panties.
"Still okay?" he gently asks, his hands sliding up your thighs to toy with your underwear, venturing further down to lick a broad stripe over the soiled material. He noisily groans at the preview of your taste, excited to indulge in the whole thing.
"Yes," you breathlessly say. "Yes, please, Guk."
Cursing softly under his breath, Jeongguk hooks his fingers under the waistband and drags the ruined panties off your body, freeing your cunt to him. Your scent, sharp and bittersweet, hits him hard, and like the hungry wolf he is, he's already salivating, overjoyed and glad your taste will be invading and staining his tongue and mouth for the first time and linger there for eternity. His eyes finally drop to your center, and he lowly swears in Korean, drinking in the view of your glistening, juicy pussy, your pink, swollen lips, and your beckoning clitoris, begging to be suckled and licked like a piece of candy.
He wastes no further time, diving in and burying himself into you. You shriek as his tongue glides along your folds a few times, slurping up your juices while he's at it, and your hips surge forward when he captures your clit between his lips. He deeply hums as he suckles away at the throbbing nub, like it's a lollipop, alternating between this and carelessly lapping away. His reward is your beautiful moans, your noises music to his ears. He furrows his brows, hooking his hands under your knees to widen your stance, your ankles hanging over his shoulders. He slurps and swallows your juices like a man in the desert, you cunt the sweet, merciful oasis where he can quench his thirst.
His thoughts cloud, the only one standing out: to make you cum so hard you'll see stars and cry. Your desperate mewls has Jeongguk grinding against his own bed, just like the first time his rut hit him, where he had zero control over his instincts and desires. Dazedly, he peels his eyes open to check on you, seeing your features drawn with pleasure, your hands tangled in his hair.
"Holy fuck," you choke out, shuddering while he focuses on your pussy again. He's completely addicted and drunk on you. "F-Fingers, please, wanna cum – A-Ah!"
He obeys you, slipping a digit into you, grunting at how your cunt eagerly welcomes him. "Jesus," he snarls, not granting you time to adjust, drilling his finger into you nice and fast. He wants to stretch you quickly so you can accommodate him. He's losing his patience, wishing to feel your snug walls around him. "You're so fucking tight, baby, fuck." Your moans stream out of you like a river, and to him, they sound like a song, one he desires to remember forever. For a moment, he slows to add a second digit before continuing his brutal speed, groaning softly at the higher pitch your noises adopt. "Doing so good, babe, so good... Look how your pretty cunt is sucking in my fingers..."
Shit, you sound absolutely beautiful, the cacophony of your moans and the squelching of your sopping pussy echoing through his room. Jeongguk purses his lips in desperation as he accelerates his pace, noting how your stomach grows taut, how your body trembles from the force of his digits, and how a sheen of sweat has appeared on your skin, gifting you with a dewy glow. It does fucking wonders on your rosy nipples. His third and final finger joins in on the action, and his mouth is open in a silent moan at how your cunt swallows his digits so beautifully. "Fuck, the burn!" you cry out, tugging on his hair, your walls clamping, and he instantly imagines what that'll feel like around his cock.
"Daddy!" you scream, your other hand fisting the sheets so tightly your knuckles are white. He spontaneously freezes, the name registering in his mind, and when it does, his breathing turns ragged, and all of his adrenaline pumps to his raging cock. He feels so light-headed. "No no no! Why did you stop?" You whine in annoyance. "Guk, why'd you stop? I was gonna cum – "
"Say it again," he growls, his fingers sliding out with a noisy pop. He levels your faces and grabs your throat, applying pressure, and you mewl softly, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. You can't hide how blown your pupils are. "Say that again. Now. Or I'll make you cum over and over with my fingers and tongue only, no dick."
"Daddy." You moan it with longing, your hips bucking up and smearing your arousal over the front of his sweatpants. You whine, informing him you can feel his long, thick cock through them. "Please fuck me, Daddy, I'm so wet. I want your cock so bad. Please? Pretty please? Stuff me full, my pretty wet pussy with your big, fat cock? Please?"
"Shit..." Moaning loudly at your dirty words, Jeongguk rips off his shirt and crashes his mouth on yours for a few moments. "Turn around, on your hands and knees," he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat. He gets off the bed to shove off his sweatpants and boxers, and when he looks up, he groans at how sexy you look. Your pussy and bum are exposed, your face mashed into the pillow, ready to receive him.
"You're on the pill, right?" He strokes himself as he assumes his rightful position behind you, nearly yelling in relief at your positive answer. He guides his cock to her calling entrance, his control slowly slipping away from him. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, babe, I'm so sorry..."
"Please," you croak.
For the first time in your relationship, Jeongguk slowly enters you, and he stops immediately. First, you feel so fucking tight and warm; second, you cried out. He lies his front on your back to keep himself from ignoring your silent plea and breaching you further, keeping his eyes shut as he waits for you. When you whisper okay, he sucks in a breath and continues, trembling as your heated, soaked pussy envelops him bit by bit. You're trembling too. The process repeats several times: he stops when you need it, and he needs it too. It feels like he's permanently lost his sanity.
He finally bottoms out. You're full to the brim. It's an extremely tight fit, but it's absolute heaven. It's taking all of his resolve to not pound into you like a wild beast. He patiently keeps his hips still to let you accommodate his full girth, and while you do, he litters your neck with kisses, displaying his appreciation to you.
"You're so big," you say as he slowly straightens, gliding a hand down your spine, from your lower back to your nape, smiling a little at how you arch into his touch.
"The biggest you've ever had?"
You chuckle. "You're the only one I've ever had. Besides, I don't think I'll ever find a dick as big as yours, and I only want you."
"You better," he teases, but your pussy clenches, and he stiffens. "Fuck, don't do that."
"What, this?" He hears your teasing tone as your walls clamp around him again, and he snarls, his fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. "Okay, that's hot," you mewl.
The urge to bite you is bad, so fucking terrible, but now isn't the time. He has to time this perfectly. The metallic tang of his own blood on his tongue spurs him on. "I'm gonna try moving," he says, his voice husky. "If I hurt, let me know, okay?"
You nod. With your shaky exhales, Jeongguk grunts as he slowly extracts himself from your tight pussy, almost slamming back into you when you mewl. You probably feel empty, but you need not worry. After just his tip remains inside you, he plunges back in at the same, slow speed. He repeats this several times, muttering words of comfort to you whenever you whimper. His hands run up and down your sides while he gently rocks his hips, in and out, biting his lip at how your bum jiggles whenever his thighs hit it.
"You're doing amazing," he praises. "May I go faster? Or do you still need time?"
"Just a little," you quietly reply, your hands clutching the pillow by your head. "Just a little – O-Oh..."
He easily quickens, your skin gently clapping together, the sound adding to our harmonious song of heavy breathing and blissful noises. Your moans are light and airy, and high in pitch compared to his deep grunts and groans, along with his hisses and possessive growls. The transition of your warm walls sliding on and off him is an addictive and delicious feeling, and he's unable to believe he's fucking you for the first time without a condom.
"Shit," he mumbles, feeling like he's on fire because of this truth.
He speeds up to the fastest pace he can do, your moans now matching the tempo of his swift, powerful thrusts. Grunting, Jeongguk leans on top of you, finding your hands and twining your fingers together, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your pussy uncontrollably spasms around him, which makes it slightly difficult to properly fuck you, but he'll manage. He smacks a kiss on your jaw before straightening, gripping your hips and bucking into you like no tomorrow. The bed rocks from his actions, but he doesn't care. He's enamored by your bouncing ass, his mouth watering as it jiggles every time his thighs slam against them. Fuck, he should've tasted you some more before he fucked you. It would've been amazing, you shoving your needy pussy back on his tongue.
"Daddy!" Your call snaps him out of his fantasy, his glowing, golden eyes flickering to the back of your head. "F-Fucking me so good! S-So good, oh fuck!"
He smirks. "I know, baby. I know how much you already love Daddy's thick, fat cock." He emphasizes his point by switching to a rougher pace, his headboard knocking on the wall. "You're having it for the first time and you're loving it, aren't you? Such a good girl for Daddy." His thrusts grow slightly sloppy, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. "Shit, Daddy's gonna fill you up soon, sweetheart. Tell me, baby, do you want my pups? Hm? How badly do you want them? Tell me!"
To spur you to answer him, Jeongguk harshly swats your ass, only to receive a delighted squeak, your noise ringing in his ears. "Fuck!" you gasp. Your next words slur together. "I want your pups! Please give me your pups! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, please let me cum!"
While the thought of impregnating you is beyond erotic, he knows it's impossible, but the idea of you filled with his hot load, your stomach swollen with his pups, is absolutely divine. Someday. "Cum then," he growls, his cock beginning to balloon within you. "Cum for Daddy." His hips stutter as you comply, and he shoved himself deep inside. "Oh, fuck! Good girl, oh, good fucking girl!"
Hurriedly, he leans forward and punctures your creamy neck with his fangs, which scream in bloody relief. He clings to you as he cums, unable to help how he obnoxiously snarls and groans while unloading his cum deep inside you. Your pussy flutters around his knot, and you whimper and mewl his name as you lightly grind your ass against him, and he does the same to assist you through your high. Your thighs are sticky and sweaty, and your blood stains his lips and your own skin. Cautiously, he slips his fangs out and uses his tongue to lap at you wounds, healing them with his saliva. He hears you whine softly for his attention.
"I must clean this first, darling," he murmurs to you. After he approves his bite, Jeongguk tries his best to kiss you from his awkward position. You twist your head towards him, humming softly as your lips collide. His own linger when he breaks away, pecking along her jaw. "How do you feel?"
"Full," you coo, bringing his hand to your lower stomach. He inwardly groans, feeling his cum inside you. His cock twitches in anticipation to fill you up even more. "H-How long does this usually last for, Guk?"
He sighs, resting his head between your shoulder-blades. "This isn't a normal rut," he answers, "but I assume six more days with an hour of relief every four. I suffer when I'm alone with no one to help me."
"Well," you whisper, minimally swiveling your hips. He grits his teeth as his cock slowly deflates from his knot. "I happen to be off the entire week. Guess I'll be stuck as your plaything, hm?"
He playfully snaps his teeth at you, withdrawing himself and lying on his back. He tugs you on top of him, slowly lowering you back on his dick again. "Definitely," he purrs, lowly moaning as you start to ride him, your hands pivoted on his chest. "Yes, ride me, baby. Show me what those hips of yours can do."
warning(s): cursing, oral (f), orgasm denial, mentioned face riding
special tags: @playmetheclassics
This is not how you imagined your day going.
You pictured this: You and Seokjin, happily exploring Disney World and enjoying everything it has to offer, the food, rides, and all the magic and adventure. Not you pinned against the wall in a bathroom stall, your boyfriend knelt before you, his sinful lips attached to your aching pussy.
"S-Seokjin," you breathlessly whisper, your brows knitted together, your teeth worrying your lip. Outside this stall, people are coming and going, doing their business, completely oblivious to what's happening here.
Seokjin hums against you, his eyes dark and sultry while he flicks his tongue against your clit. You jolt at the stimulation, covering your mouth to muffle your quiet moan. Your other hand grips the handicap bar behind you, your knuckles white from your tight grip. The giggling of children mocks you, shaming you for your ungodly actions right now.
He continues working, lapping at your sensitive nub like a newborn kitten, occasionally suckling on it like one too. You tremble on his tongue, your toes curling in your shoes. He's been at this for a good few minutes, and you're already close.
You desperately pant into your hand, bucking your hips, greedily wanting your release, but when you're just about to tip over the edge, Seokjin breaks away, his chin shiny with your juices.
"The fuck?" you mouth at him with wide eyes, betrayal on your face.
"Now, now," Seokjin murmurs, standing, replacing your panties and skirt, "I'm not letting you cum in the bathroom. Be good for me until we get home, alright?"
You did as he ordered, your legs shaking and your cunt throbbing from the denial of your orgasm. When you arrive home a couple hours later, you ride his face for a while, enjoying his talented mouth a little better this time.
