jungkook has always been your forbidden fantasy — the one man you could never have. unbeknownst to you, he yearned for you just as badly, fighting every urge and dark desire because you were his son's girlfriend. until that one night, heartbroken after being cheated on, you run into his warm safe arms and every rule breaks. what happens when the best raw passionate night of your life turns into the sweetest revenge and the beginning of something new?
⁽ PAIRING ₎ ex-boyfriend's father!jungkook x f.reader
⁽ GENRE ₎ forbidden love, dark romance, age gap, yearning and pining, long term mutual secret attraction, angst & drama, fluff, smut
⁽ WARNINGS ₎ 18+, explicit smut, minors dni, reader is 23 & jungkook is 41 (18 years age gap), cheating and infidelity (by the boyfriend), revenge and heartbreak, sexual fantasies and masturbation, alcohol consumption and smoking, sensual dancing, angry love confessions, arguments, mirror sex, multiple sex scenes and orgasms, different positions, rough sex, dirty talk and degradation, praise kink, size kink, power imbalance, semi public sex, creampie and breeding kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast and nipple play, face sitting, clit play, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), blowjob, throat bulging, hair fisting, cum on tits, body worship, manhandling, cum stuffing and cock warming, jungkook teaches his son a good lesson, more tags to be added... (each part will contain their individual warnings)
⁽ NOTE ₎ i'm so excited to share this fic with y'all! it's something different and unlike anything i've tried before so i really hope you'll enjoy it. it'll most likely be a three-shot and i wanted to share a little teaser, let me know your thoughts sweet darlings, i love you bunch <33
⁽ TAGLIST ₎ [ OPEN .ᐟ ]
➥ 『 MASTERLIST | READ ON WATTPAD 』
“ah... ah… ah…”
the slap of wet skin on skin was all that was ringing in your ears along with jungkook's low manly groans as he fucked you deep and hard from behind on the bed.
the very bed that you once shared with his son.
your dress was bunched around your waist, panties long gone and his big hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.
“fuckk you feel even better than i imagined.”
he growled against your ear, thrusting hard, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast.
“so tight for me baby, been waiting forever for this pussy.”
you moaned loudly pushing back against him, lost in the feeling of his huge cock stretching you, you could barely breathe and it felt like he was inside your stomach.
“jungkook oh god y-yes.. harder...”
that's when the door suddenly flew open.
your ex, his son stood there frozen, eyes wide with shock, phone still in his hand like he'd been about to call you once again.
“what the actual fuck?!”
jungkook didn't stop, not even for a second, he just smirked, hips snapping forward again so hard that you squealed not being able to stay still.
his one hand stayed on your hip while the other tangled in your hair, tilting your head up so his son could see your tear streaked face twisted in pleasure.
“surprise.” jungkook said casually yet roughly.
“took you long enough to show up.”
“dad what the hell are you doing with her?!”
he yelled, his face turning red with rage and disbelief.
the embarrassment made you want to pull away for a bit but jungkook held you firmly in place, starting to pound into you now with perfect rhythm and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your pussy clenching hard.
“what does it look like i'm doing?”
jungkook chuckled darkly, not missing a beat, he leaned down, biting your shoulder lightly before looking back at his son.
“i'm fucking the girl you were stupid enough to cheat on.. she came to me crying about your sorry ass, figured i'd show her what a real man feels like.”
his son took a step forward, fists clenching, not even registering the words properly.
“get the fuck off her! that's my girlfriend!”
“was.” jungkook corrected.
his pace picks up again while you whined helplessly, the thrill of being watched while being owned by the man that you've always wanted made you even hornier and wetter.
the sick twisted part of you loved that jungkook was taking his revenge so sweetly.
“jungkook...”
you gasped, shame no longer left in you as your back arched more for him.
he leaned down and pressed his chest to your back, placing open mouthed kisses almost lovingly against your shoulder blades.
“shhh baby, let him hear how loud you get for daddy.”
his son looked like he might just hit someone but was not being able to do anything about it, clearly intimidated by his father like he always was.
“you're sick, both of you.”
jungkook laughed low, enjoying it a little too much.
“sick? nahh this is payback.”
jungkook glares, his jaw clenched, tongue poking the inside of his cheek hotly.
“for every time you lied to her, every time you made her cry… i'm making it right. you think you deserve her huh?”
you cried out from his words and also when the tip of his cock nudges on that spot inside you that makes your brain reduce to a mush, your hand scratching against the bed sheets, fisting it and pulling it until it bunches around you.
you both felt absolutely crazy and wild for each other.
“hahhngh jungkook!”
“that's it.” he praised, eyes locked on his son the whole time.
“tell him whose cock you're creaming on baby, loud enough for him to hear.”
your voice breaks, your body trembling uncontrollably.
your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook's unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts-an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
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guys I just wanted to say @gukcnt is my favourite person in the whole wide world and she deserves all the love & all the recognition i will literally not tolerate ANY nyla hate because anyone hating on this precious angel is basically hating on me because me and her are one and shes an angel.
in which jungkook fucks his girl raw in the middle of a performance because he's addicted to that pussy.
❪ PAIRING ❫ : idol bf!jungkook x gf!f.reader
❪ GENRE ❫ : established relationship au, porn with no plot, smut and fluff
❪ WARNINGS ❫ : 18+, explicit smut, semi public sex, quickie, rough sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, penetrative vaginal sex against the wall, praise kink, dirty talk and degradation, he calls her a slut, size difference, spanking, manhandling, lots of clit play, makeout, scratching, mentions of pain, creampie, slight overstimulation and orgasm control, he gives it to her hard, a little breeding kink, cum play, use of panties as a plug to keep the load in
❪ WC ❫ : 2.2k
❪ NOTE ❫ : couldn't help myself so i wrote a quick smut drabble cos i've been feral since watching jungkook perform in that jacket, i felt like you naughty girls deserved to join in on the fun so enjoy reading and wet dreams ! <33
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“wait for me baby, don't go anywhere.”
that was what your boyfriend jungkook had rasped two hours ago after kissing you breathless enough to leave your legs shaky and then he ran back onstage.
you stood just off the main stage, your heart pounding in your chest, feeling the sexual desire wafting between you both even though he was away giving all his energy and power to singing and dancing with his members.
but you only got the version of him no one else got or knew about, the one who glanced toward you between songs, eyes locking on yours with a hunger that had nothing to do with the performance.
it was as if he were giving his own personal sultry show to you instead of thousands of fans screaming his name.
you watched a droplet of sweat trace a line down the middle of his chest almost pornographically, like it begged for your tongue to lick it right off and you wanted to so badly.
now during the short break after one of their songs, jungkook jogged offstage for a quick towel and water, his denim jacket with nothing underneath parted to show off his sweat slick muscular body, his jeans low enough to show off the tiny hint of his calvin klein underwear.
he tossed the towel aside and made a beeline straight for you, ignoring the staff calling after him.
“fuck i've been thinking about you the whole time.”
his voice was husky from singing, a little breathless as well, he grabbed your wrist impatiently before you could even reply and pulled you deeper into the backstage down the corridor for more privacy.
“i can't focus when i know you're right there watching me.”
“jungkook the performance and the fans—”
you started but your protest melted into a gasp as he pushed you against the wall directly out of sight.
“they can handle the next song. i need you now.” he grumbles.
his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and with pent up energy that he wants to take out on you.
he spun you around without waiting, pressing your chest against the wall, his front molding to your back as you felt the hard line of his erection already straining against his jeans.
“it's been hard since i saw this tight little ass in those jeans.”
“kook...”
you whimpered at his words, your back already arching for him, your eyes growing half lidded.
“god i love it when you call me that.” he rushes out.
his hands moved fast before you could even catch a breath, yanking your jeans and your panties down your thigh in one rough tug.
you could hear the cheers of the crowd and the beat of the music still playing, everything made you both feel alive and the thrill that you both might get caught at any second, yet instead of stopping you it made you hornier, your pussy giving a twitch.
“shitt you're already wet.”
jungkook groaned low, one hand sliding between your legs to tease your folds, feeling the copious amounts of arousal you leaked.
his fingers were so skilled, always knowing how to find your clit like an expert and it makes you shudder each time as he circles your clit once twice before dipping inside just enough to make your knees buckle but not fully inside, just giving you a little taste of what's about to come.
“all this for me hmm? while i was out there dancing?”
you bit your lip hard, nodding frantically.
“yes kook p-please...” you panted.
he chuckled as he grabbed your hips, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.
“atta girl, keep quiet for me yeah? can't have them hearing how i fuck my baby backstage.”
he pulled the zipper down, freeing himself, his cock hard and throbbing hotly, precum already beading at the tip.
he rubbed it along your slit coating himself in your essence, letting out a string of curses at the warm feeling of you.
there was no time for foreplay and time was running by fast and he had to join everyone on the stage so he didn't wanna waste any time.
jungkook was big, always had been and each time he decided to impale you on his cock, it felt like the very first time even though the stretch had gotten familiar.
“ahh... yes…”
you let out a long relieved whine at the feeling of him coming home inside you as he pushed in slowly inch by inch, intentionally letting you feel every ridge and vein of his dick and how he twitches inside you.
“fuuuuck...”
he hissed through gritted teeth, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he felt your pussy clench on him, welcoming him inside with a wet hungry swallow like it'd been dying for him to be inside.
his one hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand on the wall above your head.
“so tight, always so fucking perfect for me.”
he growls and grunts like a madman and you respond with a moan of yours.
he bottomed out with a deep,manly noise and he watched with hooded eyes at the way your ass quivers.
the fullness was overwhelming, his cock buried deep and pressing against that spot inside you that made you see stars behind your eyelids.
for a second he just stayed there, breathing hard, both of you listening to the crowd outside, then he started moving and you were already a squirmy mess.
backshots or whatever they called it.
receiving that from him always turns your brain to mush and it felt like he was literally rearranging your insides.
hard, quick, yet rough thrusts that only happened when he was trying to make you cum fast and with each thrust from him, you rocked harder against the wall, your hand scrambling to grab onto something and not being able to help yourself, you gripped his hand tightly, your nails digging into it and the pain fueled him even more.
the angle was perfect and with every thrust he reached that special spot inside you.
his hips moved like a needle does on a sewing machine, your tongue lolls out lewdly, almost drooling in the mindless pleasure.
squelch. squelch. squelch.
obscene noises were made each time he pumped in and out and in and out, his heavy balls slapping against your clit, sending jolts through you.
each thrust made your breasts bounce under your top, nubs hard and aching against the fabric.
“listen to that!” he snarls.
“hear how wet you are? taking my cock so willingly while everyone out there thinks i'm just taking a break.”
you sobbed, trying to muffle it against your arm though it didn't do much help anyways.
“kook… faster p-please, i need—”
he didn't let you finish your words because he obliged instantly, picking up the pace, his hips slamming inside you.
the same control he used on stage now driving you into insanity.
sweat dripped from his hair and onto your back, his free hand snaked around you to rub your clit in a tight fast rubs, matching the brutal rhythm of his cock.
your lips remained perpetually parted, letting out little “uh uh uhs” with each of his thrusts, not having any control to hold yourself up, your body was held like a ragdoll with one of his arms alone.
“yeah uh huh? you like this?”
he asks, mockingly imitating one of your noises with a breathless chuckle.
“oh god..”
you mewled, not even processing his words enough to reply to him.
“answer me when i ask a question. tell me, do you like getting pounded like a secret slut while i'm supposed to be performing?”
he lets out an animalistic sound, his palm coming down to give a sharp spank on your butt cheek, most definitely leaving a red handprint there.
“nhnnmm ahh y-yes so good. i want more. i want more pleaseee.”
you choked out letting out quiet squeals, unable to keep up with his fucking while he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“of course you want more, this pussy never gets enough does it huh? so greedy.”
he gives you a few more hard thrusts, his hips circling occasionally doing that grinding rhythm that makes your toes curl while you start fluttering hard around him as if trying to just trap him inside you forever.
“dammit you feel so good, g-gonna cum so hard inside you baby.”
he stutters, his brows furrowing.
the pressure was starting to build fast so fast, from the way he dominated you, from his words, the rush of adrenaline and everything else... it was too much yet so amazing at the same time.
you wanted more, more and more.
your head thrashed side to side as you felt like he'd just hit deep inside your stomach, your hand scratching red lines on his tattooed wrist.
“yes—yes—yes—”
you yelped, trembling uncontrollably as you felt so near to your orgasm.
“that's it cum on my cock, let me feel you.”
he starts pounding you, angling your hips, manhandling you so he's able to reach the depths inside you that you didn't even know existed.
his hand quickening on your clit, doing that side to side and up and down motions on your clit, he knows it drives you a little insane.
he knows that you love it when he plays around with that little sensitive button of yours.
when he decides to pinch it between two fingers and holding on while delivering sharp thrusts, did it finally break you.
you came with a loud scream that ended in a wail.
“hahhh!”
your pussy pulses around his pistoning length, milking him, making his pace falter at the heavenly feeling of you cumming around him.
but he soon picked back up, fucking you through it and chasing his own release while making your juices splash everywhere making a mess on the floor beneath you.
his breaths turned ragged, thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer and closer.
thrust. thrust. thrust.
“gonna fill this cunt up baby ughh!”
he hisses, slapping his palm beside your head as he buried himself to the hilt and came.
“mmmph..”
you let out a pathetic muffled noise as hot spurts of his cum filled you to the brim, leaving so much of the white mess as he ground his hips slowly, murmuring expletives while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder.
for a long moment you both just panted, bodies locked together, both of you throbbing in the same way with heartbeats racing together.
he didn't wanna leave you so soon or lose the feel of this sweet cunt wrapped around him that he was addicted to but time was almost up, he could hear the members getting ready and the staff calling for his name.
with a reluctant groan, he pulled out slowly with a grunt and an “ohh” leaves you from the empty incomplete feeling.
your pussy gaping right in front of his eyes, leaking his cum as if saying without words how much she misses him already, he had to force his eyes away or else he'd probably just cancel everything and throw you over his shoulder and take you back to the hotel.
he pulled you close pushing your panties and jeans up, smoothing over them while you squirmed at the sodden feeling but the way he held you tighter confirmed that this was exactly what he wanted.
“you okay?”
he asked, eyes searching yours with concern and cups your cheek.
you nodded, a wanton moan leaving you as he kissed you deeply, tongue tangling with yours, tasting your cherry chapstick and your natural taste that he knows by heart.
“i love you so much, i will be finishing the show as soon as possible and then i will take you back to the hotel to finish this properly, you get me yeah?”
he patted your clothed butt and you giggled even as your legs still trembled a bit as he leaned down to steal another kiss.
“i love you too, go kill the rest of the performance pretty boy.” you cooed.
he grinned at the praise, cheeks flushing, that bunny toothed smile breaking through the post sex haze which you adored so much.
he adjusted his earpiece and took a few steps forward but he paused and turned to look back at you.
“keep those panties on, i want my cum leaking out of you when i come back to you.”
he winks, wiping sweat from his brows and rushing back toward the stage as if nothing had happened and he hadn't just said the filthiest thing ever.
you leaned against the wall with a giddy laugh, catching your breath, feeling his cum slowly start to sweep into your panties.
you watched him rejoin his members and dance like he hadn't just ruined you backstage.
your beautiful man is glowing even more now.
but one thing he didn't forget to do every now and then was look back at you with that secret smirk.
the world wanted him, yet you had him all to yourself and you never felt more lucky.
he was yours and you were his, it was a forever kinda thing.
you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip while singing and watching you with bedroom eyes.
𓊆 ❤︎ 𓊇 ──── seven powerful businessmen have the luxury, the influence and anything they could ever desire — yet none of it makes them feel alive anymore. that is, until they become captivated by a waitress who awakens something inside them for the first time in years. drawn in by your presence, they offer you one night of passion and pleasure in exchange for money, never expecting it to end in such an unforgettable way.
PAIRING ✦ dom!bts x sub!f.reader
GENRE ✦ gangbang au, BDSM, polyamory, eightsome, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
WARNINGS ✦ 18+, explicit smut, consensual rough sex, eightsome, multiple orgasms and positions, creampie, unprotected sex, free use, semipublic sex, breeding and impregnation kink, degradation, power play, size difference, bondage, reader gets passed around, oral sex (f. receiving), double penetration, triple penetration, vaginal and anal sex, anal training, spanking, impact play (use of hands, belts etc), choking and breath play, possible use of sex toys, overstimulation, forced orgasms, cum inflation and belly bulging, pussy eating and fingering, squirting, wet & messy sex, body worship, dirty talk, fisting and gaping, breast play, mentions of safe word (not used), oral sex (m. receiving), sloppy blowjob, throat fucking, manhandling, use of lube and saliva, cum stuffing, use of belt as a collar, reader takes three cocks at the same time, sweetest loving aftercare, more tags to be added...
WC ✦ 20k+ ( estimated )
NOTE ✦ 5k followers special oneshot as i promised to you babes *MWAAAH*
yoongi's glasses make you so horny that he stops working to eat your pussy on his desk, fogs up the lenses and lets you cum all over them... ruining you completely.
PAIRING. bf dom!yoongi x gf sub!femreader
GENRE. established relationship, slice of life, domestic and cozy vibes, romance, smut, fluff
WARNINGS/TAGS. 18+, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), reader gets turned on from his glasses, sexual fantasies, glasses kink, makeout and kisses, cunnilingus, pussy eating, fingering, desk sex, face sitting, cum play and swallowing, multiple orgasms, slight breast and nipple play, tongue fucking, dirty talk and praise kink, overstimulation, slight edging, clit stimulation, ass groping, one spank, grinding on glasses and orgasming onto it, sweet aftercare, they're just so in love w each other
WC. 4.6k
A/N. i had to write this quickly because yoongi with glasses has been driving me crazy 😩 especially after the recent mv! i couldn't stop thinking about him so enjoy reading this, my nasty babes <33
「 MASTERLIST 」
your boyfriend yoongi had been working for several hours on his laptop, finishing his latest track.
he sat on the big chair, all focused on the screen in front of him.
a half finished black coffee beside him that you'd brought him an hour ago.
his posture was relaxed but still in an intensely concentrated manner that always made your heart skip a beat.
he was wearing a hoodie only, his dark hair fell messily over his forehead and every so often he would absentmindedly push his new thin rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.
the gesture was so simple yet it made your legs squeeze together.
you had been curled up on the small couch in the corner of his studio for what felt like hours now, he brought that couch especially for you only so he could have you in his space while he works.
he doesn’t like having you away from him for even a second.
there was a forgotten book open on your lap as your eyes kept drifting away from the pages and towards him.
the way the glow from the monitors reflected on his glasses, his brows furrowing in focus which made his already cat like eyes sharper.
it made him look effortlessly authoritative and intelligent, also attractive in a way that made your cheeks turn pink.
he started wearing glasses a few weeks ago and you had openly admitted to him how much the glasses affected you.
“they look really good on you yoongi... like, so sexy.” you had confessed the first night.
he had simply smirked and adjusted them with one finger, no doubt feeling pride at the observation and his girl's approval.
“noted. i'll keep that in mind.”
and he had.
ever since whenever he slipped them on for work, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.
a need that didn’t go away with every passing minute you spent watching him.
the longer you sat there stealing glances the more your clit throbbed insistently, your nipples hardening under your tank top and you could feel your panties get soaked clinging to your folds.
you don’t like to wear much when you're at home anyways so you're just wearing a tiny black tank top with no bra and panties only.
yoongi preferred you like this.
you shifted on the couch, twirling a strand of your hair and read one single sentence several times in your book.
you’ve been trying to behave but you can't focus on anything else.
finally when you couldn’t hold back any longer, you stood up slowly feeling your stomach flutter from nervousness.
you walked to his desk and stood beside him, yoongi didn’t immediately turn his head away from the screen but you noticed the way he tilted his head and the slight curve of his lips that told you he had been very aware of you the entire time.
“yoongi…”
you called out but your voice came out more breathy than you intended as you took in his clean male scent.
“hmm?”
he responded as his free hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing along the side of your bare thigh, stroking it making you shiver.
his voice was always so deep that sometimes that was all you needed to hear to get horny.
you could never get enough of his voice.
“what's up baby? you’ve been squirming over there for a while now.”
he was almost amused still typing something on his keyboard as if he could read every single dirty thought running through your mind without even needing to look at you fully.
you swallowed hard as your finger twisted the edge of your panty.
“i… i know you've been working for a while and i can't stop looking at you in those glasses.”
you let out in a rush shyly but don’t admit how crazy it has been driving you as you look at him with half lidded eyes.
a chuckle rumbled out of him as he spun his chair around to face you properly, one of his eyebrows arched.
he scanned your face and then went down taking in the way your curves are right there for him to stare at, barely clothed in anything.
“yeah? you really like them that much huh?”
he never thought you'd get this worked up from watching him work as he leaned back slightly in his chair, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation.
the silver rings on his fingers were visible to you as he rested one hand on his thigh.
“i do… a lot.” you whispered.
biting down on your lower lip as your pussy clenched emptily.
“you look so… dominant like this.”
his gaze darkened noticeably behind his glasses as the word “dominant” left your lips.
“such a good girl for admitting it...” he praised and you let out a shaky breath.
“since you're so distracted by my glasses and can't seem to sit still… maybe i should give you a much closer look and take care of you while i keep my glasses on, you like this idea?”
his other hand adjusted his glasses with that same middle finger push you loved so much and this time he did it almost cockily.
“yes..” you moaned softly.
“come here mama.”
he patted his thigh once with his palm gesturing to where he wants you without words.
you moved between his spread legs without a second thought but instead of simply sitting on his lap, you leaned down first capturing his lips for a quick kiss without being able to help yourself.
he deepens the kiss immediately as his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair possessively.
you mewled into his mouth as you tasted the coffee he had been sipping earlier along with the unique taste he always has as his tongue brushed against yours, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance.
“yoongi... your work—” you started, glancing at the open laptop.
when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, both of your breaths mingling together.
“work can wait a little while.. my baby needs my attention right now which is more important.” he lets out roughly.
he had no heart to ignore that pretty pussy which was calling for him.
he was aware of it.
he picks you up until your feet dangle above the ground making you gasp at the way he always manhandles you effortlessly, his hand between your armpits as he settles you over the very edge of his large desk.
your heart pounded at the feeling of your warm thighs settling over the wooden desk.
papers and a notebook shifted under your weight and the mouse slid a bit as your hip brushed against it but yoongi didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
he rolled his chair forward until he was positioned perfectly between your now spread things.
“spread your legs wider for me sweet girl, let me see you...”
you obeyed, your breathing already coming out faster in anticipation as you watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drag them down your legs before he tossed them carelessly aside onto the floor somewhere beside him.
“mmph.”
you let out a whimper as the studio air hits your now exposed cunt, your glistening folds visible to him.
“look at this pretty pussy.”
he murmured reverently with appreciation as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your mound making you pant in excitement.
“so fucking wet and swollen for me... you're dripping all over my desk already and i haven't even touched you properly mm?”
his filthy words made your cheeks turn redder as you nodded, unable to deny how desperately aroused you felt.
“yes... it's all because of you and those glasses.” you croaked out shamelessly.
no longer having the restraint to keep your feelings hidden.
“i've been aching for hours.”
a coy look takes place in his face as he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, each one making your skin tingle also leaving remnants of his saliva as you writhe.
his free hand rested on your other thigh thumb rubbing teasing circles that inched ever closer to your center without quite reaching it while he kept his eyes on you, a grin on his lips from your reaction.
when his mouth hovered directly over your twitching clit that was so engorged it had escaped from its hood, he paused there just letting his breath brush against it.
knowing it makes you a little mad.
he could never get enough of having you in this state and all open for him so he always takes his time, having the privilege of being your man which he can never fully believe.
he's always thankful for having you so he never misses any opportunity to worship you.
“yoongi... please don't tease me too much.”
you begged as your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
“shh i got you baby. i'm gonna take my time with this little pussy because you deserve it.”
he whispered against you and then without further warning, his tongue which has always been incredibly skilled since the beginning of your relationship like it has a mind of its own, knew how to move in the exact way to please you.
it knew you better than yourself.
he dragged a long stripe from your dripping entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit.
“uh—ahh fuck yoongi... that feels so good.” you cried out.
your head tilts back with parted lips and he hums in approval which travels straight to your core making your walls flutter around nothing.
“mhmm you taste so fucking perfect baby... so ready for my mouth always.”
he can never get enough of the amount of honey you produce for him, he holds your plump folds apart to see more dribbles of your creamy mess leaking one by one.
“shitt.” he cursed in a dreamy sign from the way your pussy responds to him.
his tongue explored every inch of you slowly, circling your clit with quick flicks and then capturing the bud between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop and flicking it with his tongue and then sucking again.
“oh god..” you whined.
he can probably spend an entire day playing with your clit with his tongue and fingers like it's a little button.
one of his hands slid upwards under your flimsy top to cup a breast and roll the hardened nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to double the sensations for you.
“mm... ah...”
your moans grew louder not being able to stop yourself as one of your hands fisted his hair while your legs kept his head trapped between your thighs.
“keep making those pretty noises for me… yeah… let me hear exactly how much you love my tongue on you.”
your body responds automatically as your hips rock subtly against his face.
“uh… uh… uh… yoongi your tongue feels—”
your words get interrupted with a sequel as another particularly skillful flick of his tongue lands on your clit making your back arch almost entirely off the table.
he looks up at you never stopping his mouth, drinking in your expressions as the wet noises and your whimpers of satisfaction fill the room obscenely.
it was so erotic.
and suddenly everything felt hot from the way both of you started sweating.
yoongi continued focusing on your clit using the pointed top of his tongue for a more targeted stimulation, knowing how much you love it.
like the perfectionist he was, he changed his motions based on your reactions.
you fisted one of his work sheets, unknowingly crumbling it which he didn't mind because he started eating you out even faster.
his fingers eventually joined the assault too, two digits probing your slit circling the slick opening before finally pushing inside your tight cunt in one thrust and you were so wet that he slipped even deeper on his own.
“ohh!”
you let out a surprised sob at the sudden stretch even though he's fingered you over a hundred times now but still now the feeling of his long fingers took your breath away.
his fingers immediately curled in that spongy spot deep inside you.
“fuuuuck yess right there! gosh yoongi, your fingers… it feels s-so good!”
you cried out loudly which sounded so much louder in the room as your pussy clenched on him once again.
the combination of his tongue on your clit and the way he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you has you murmuring nonsense into your hand.
you gripped the table so hard, your knuckles turned white.
sclick. sclick. sclick.
your pussy makes pornographic noises from the amount of arousal you keep on making and it is coating his hand now too, also dripping on the desk beneath you.
he groaned against your pussy, pulling away for a bit to talk but still with his mouth pressed against your labia.
“that's my good girl… so tight and greedy..”
a quiet overwhelmed scream left you when he added a third finger stretching you to your limits, increasing the pace just enough to push you to the edge without letting you tip over yet.
his glasses were starting to fog up from the heat and his own labored breaths.
the sight of it only heightened the moment for you.
“yoongi your glasses… they're getting all foggy from me.”
you panted between desperate moans as you watched him continue devouring you.
“ugh i can'tt.”
you whined as he kept on thrusting, scissoring his fingers while rubbing that soft spot deep inside your pussy like he's inspecting you on the inside.
he lifted his gaze to meet yours and you could see the lust in his eyes even though they were partially hidden behind the clouded lenses.
“yeah that's good isn't it? means i'm eating this pussy exactly right. you like seeing me like this? all foggy because of how wet and hot you are for me?”
he encourages you further with his murmurs against you as his fingers curl harder and faster now, directly sucking onto your clit as if he wants something to come out of it.
you couldn't take it anymore.
you were losing your mind.
from his words, every thrust, every suck, from his whole presence alone.
“i'm so close ahh please don't stop yoongi! i'm gonna cum so hard..”
tears welled in your eyes as your entire body tensed with the impending release.
“not yet mama. hold it just a little longer for me.”
he growled against your folds, slowing his movements for a few seconds to keep you teetering right on the edge and to keep you crying for a bit more.
then he sped up again relentlessly, three fingers thrusting deep and fast while also using his nose to grind up straight between your folds.
that's it. it happened like that.
your whole body seized and shook as the orgasm crashed over you and you crumble more of his papers on the desk and even making some files fall but you were too deep in it to notice.
“yoongi shitt i'm—i'm cumming! ahhuh yes yes oh god!” you let out a choked scream.
your cunt clenched around his fingers, fluttering weakly as gushes dripped down his hand and messily pooled on his desk.
your moans turned into cries as you clamped his head tighter between your legs and you tried to stop yourself, scared that you'd suffocate him but he grunted lowly holding you closer, which signaled how much he loved to be crushed by you.
he kept on licking and fingering slowly through the aftershocks until you were pushing his head away while letting out murmurs dumbly.
when the peak finally began to ebb leaving you breathing heavily, did yoongi slowly withdraw his fingers.
a snarl escaping him as he sat back in his chair with his chest heaving.
he held the glossy fingers up proudly and he sucked them clean while looking at you with hooded eyes, his tongue working around as you whimpered.
his glasses were completely fogged up now.
the only thing that was missing was his glasses soaked with your essence… it was one of your dirty fantasies.
and you wanted to do it.
even though you felt boneless from cumming as your body twitches with renewed interest.
you looked down at him through your post orgasmic haziness, still trying to catch your breath.
“yoongi...” you cooed almost.
“can i… can i cum on your glasses this time? i wanna rub myself all over them and make an even bigger mess… please.” you breathe out.
even in your ears, it sounded so naughty.
his eyes widened for a bit before a slow smirk took place on his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip slowly where there were still remnants of your release.
he pushed his chair back slightly to give you space as he gripped your thighs.
“you want that baby?”
you nod eagerly with flushed cheeks.
“please...”
he lets out a hoarse laugh, closing his eyes for a bit before fixing it on your face.
“god what am i supposed to do with this dirty girl huh?” he says so adoringly that it makes you feel giddy on the inside.
“come here then use my glasses however you want. soak me, grind your cum all over the lenses... whatever you want mama.”
he helped you slide off the desk on still shaky legs and straddle his lap.
your breasts rises and falls at his words and the way he always treats all your needs as if they were his own, always exploring whatever the other wants with no judgment.
because both of you were just as filthy and downbad for each other.
that's why people say you both just fit so well.
you shuddered when your sensitive pussy hovered just above his obvious bulge that held his rock hard cock.
but he was so focused on you and making you feel good to even notice that.
instead of making you sink down on him, he placed an arm under your butt and picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist as he carried you to the couch before he settled down on it first.
he tilts his head back just enough, holding your hips steady as he looks up at you expectantly.
“go on pretty baby, rub that slutty pussy right on my glasses… mm i wanna feel every bit of it.”
the command makes your legs squeeze together as you look down at him with parted lips, your hair framing your face.
he crooks a finger in your direction so you'd come and sit right on his face.
“don't make me ask twice y/n.”
you shivered at him calling your name, he only does that when he is in his serious and strict mood.
it always makes you weak in the knees.
you didn't waste time and lowered yourself carefully until your slick folds made direct contact with his glasses.
the glass against your already overheated clit created an entirely new and different feeling.
“oh... gosh gahh yoongi... it feels weird… but so good.”
you moaned sharply, your legs settling firmly on either side of his face as he gripped your ass cheeks parting them for better access.
your hips begin to rock on their own experimentally smearing your arousal across his frame, making the glasses even more opaque as your release began to run down the sides.
he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he watched you with feral eyes.
“that's it… just like that… you're doing so well… does it feel good having my lenses rubbing against your clit hmm?”
he asked with genuine curiosity as your whines grew louder and more shakier, even you couldn't fathom that you could make such wanton noises.
“yess nghh... i-it feels amazing… knowing it's your glasses makes it so much better uh...”
he lets out an animal growl at your words, another one of his favorite things during moments of intimacy is your honesty.
your hips shuddered because you're already sensitive from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago so it made you a little weak as your hands dug into his chest grabbing the fabric of his hoodie.
he kneaded your ass and landed a sharp spank, making you sob as he helped guide your movements up and down when he realized you're slowing down.
it was so lewd.
like you're nothing but just a sex doll and you're releasing so much liquid that it didn't take much effort, too, you were slippery enough to glide all over his glasses.
you were swimming in pleasure.
you selfishly wanted more and everything all at once.
“more… more… please more…”
“keep going mama... cum whenever you want to… make a fucking mess.” he urged.
he whispers praises for you as your tongue lolls out in ecstasy, sweat forming on your forehead as he rubs your back soothingly while your clit is getting all the unique frictions from the edge of his glass.
it felt too much like you wanted to escape from it, yet want more and more.
you yelped as you saw a bit of your arousal land on his eyelid.
“oh no! i'm sorry i'll—”
he stilled you with one hard grip on your waist as he glared up at you.
“don't you dare stop, it doesn't matter… you're not stopping.” he rasps out.
a tear streams down your face in pleasure when his tongue comes out to catch a droplet of you.
“b-but i don't want you getting hurt.. it's going to get inside your eyes.”
“continue.”
that's all he said, just that single word in his strict voice.
you knew he wasn't going to listen otherwise so your hips moved on their own.
you let out breathless cries as he guided you to move faster, your hips quivering so much you thought they'd give out.
“i can't i can't, oh god oh god, fuckk going to, going to cum.. c-cum—!” you hiccuped.
“do it, cum hard for me… come on.”
he demanded as his tongue lapped up at you in the most delicious way.
the second orgasm hits you suddenly that you had to grip the couch to steady yourself as spurts and spurts of your essence left you, hitting him all over the face.
you felt so guilty, but you couldn't stop yourself as it soaked his lips and glasses and all over.
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!”
you cried out repeatedly, hips grinding through the climax until your body had no more energy and he guided you slowly until your forehead rested against his.
both of you breathing heavily.
after several long moments of shared breathing, yoongi removed the thoroughly ruined glasses from his face which were completely glistening with cum.
thoroughly ruined and marked.
now that the high has left you, you let out a mortified whimper at how nasty you've been and hide your face on his chest making him chuckle lowly.
he sets them aside and wraps both of his arms around you, pulling you closer into his chest.
“damn baby... you really did a number on them didn't you?”
he rubbed loving patterns on your back and you laughed breathlessly, still riding the feeling from multiple orgasms.
“sorry... not sorry.”
you got carried away and you knew it but couldn't help it.
it isn't your fault that he was so hot.
he nuzzled his face on your neck planting kisses along your cheeks and throat as you did the same to him, tasting your own release there even though he didn't attempt to wipe you off him.
he liked having you get him all messy on him.
he titled your chin up with his finger to capture your lips in a slow kiss that allowed you to taste yourself more intimately as you both groan together from it.
your hearts beating hard together and so damn connected.
“don't ever apologize for getting needy like that for me, i love it when you lose control because of something as simple as my glasses you got it?”
he looks straight into your eyes so he makes sure you're getting each of his words.
“it means i'm doing my job right.”
he grumbles against your mouth and you let out a happy sound.
he never fails to make you feel so adored and desired.
after a few more minutes of just cuddling and talking about silly stuff basking in each other and the smell of sex, did yoongi's attention finally land on the laptop screen that was still glowing with the work he had to eventually return to.
even though he'd love to spend time with you instead, take you to bed and fuck you right up and he was aching inside his jeans.
he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and make you wait.
making you impatient always brings out the best outcome and he also wanted to finish all his work before he could concentrate on you fully.
after a while he helped you off his lap making you pout but it soon melts away when he helps you put on the fluffy pink blanket over your legs after wiping you clean gently with tissues and even his face in the process.
your panties were too ruined for you to wear them again and he wanted you bare underneath.
he adjusted your top so you felt comfortable again, he then picked you up with the blanket wrapped around you like a roll of burrito and settled you over his lap on the chair.
he didn't want you away from him.
he gave you that lazy knowing smile, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“think i can get back to work now? or are you gonna distract me again?”
he teased, thumbing your cheek while his other hand moved for the mouse.
“hmm... depends.”
you pretend to think as you settle against his chest with a contented sigh, feeling all comfy with him.
“maybe... but no promises after i clean those glasses for you to wear them again… i might need another closer look later.” you say cheekily.
he laughs hoarsely and shakes his head.
“such a brat huh? but i wouldn't have you any other way.”
the rest of the afternoon went on like that with your eyes half open, focusing on his work that you barely understood while he gave you touches occasionally.
sometimes leaning down to kiss any part of your exposed skin until you almost purred like a kitten being petted.
this was what he lived for.
you all wrapped in him while he did his tasks, just happy to have you there and he couldn't be anywhere else in the world.
he was the luckiest man alive.
“i love you lot baby, you know that?”
you let out a small breath and cupped his cheek, placing a kiss on his nose making his eyes close with a smile.
“i know… but i love you more.”
he opened his eyes with a mocking glare.
“impossible.”
his hand brushed on the ticklish side of your stomach, making you giggle and squirm.
and you knew in your heart without any of his words spoken because his eyes spoke.
promising that the night was far from over.
that he was gonna give you all the attention you want afterward.
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, hard dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealousy, several tension filled moments, argument and miscommunication, confession of love, body insecurity, mentions of pain, descriptions of piercing process (reader gets her nipples pierced), masochism, use of latex gloves, sexual fantasies, makeout, hair pulling and scratching, hickies, lip biting, mild blood, lots of nipple play, degrading, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), clothed sex, creampie, pussy eating, clit play, fingering, face riding, several orgasms (he makes her cum three times), cum swallowing, overstimulation, cock palming (he has a cock piercing) missionary and doggy style, like one spank, he gets a tattoo of her birthdate ugh they're so smitten for each other, loving aftercare
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jungkook had a different aura in him.
it wasn’t just his physicality—though he was muscular and bulky enough to get constant attention.
it was the energy he carried.
that intensity that made your heart race without permission.
jungkook was your brother's best friend and a tattoo artist along with a piercer who owned a shop.
jungkook had a good name.
he had several tattoos himself that you ached to touch also his piercings which were no less captivating.
jungkook was intimidating to most, always carrying a scowl that was like his natural expression now.
he also had a reputation of being rude and grumpy.
but with you?
he was different.
softer somehow though he'd never admit it.
his dark eyes would linger on you for a bit too long and the way he spoke your name.
it was subtle sure.
but you noticed—god did you notice.
it was like he was fighting himself every time you were near.
and you wanted to know why.
you'd met jungkook a few years ago and you'd been smitten from the moment you saw him leaning against his bike outside your house.
a cigarette between his lips
he'd looked at you then with his piercing eyes and since then you'd felt the spark between you both.
you didn’t know how to explain it.
jae, your older brother never suspected a thing.
he didn’t notice the way jungkook’s jaw clenched when you walked into the room or the way his body reacted immediately when you even glanced at him.
he didn’t see the way jungkook’s eyes tracked your every move.
like a predator watching his prey
only to look away when you caught him staring
but you saw it all.
you felt each of his eyes almost like a physical touch.
you'd caught him staring countless times—when you were curled on the couch with a book or when you were focused on something.
even when you were simply existing.
each time his expression would harden like he was angry at himself for looking and he'd turn away.
even if he couldn’t help it.
you'd always had a crush on him though you'd never dared say it out loud.
how could you?
he was jungkook—your brother's best friend and most importantly he was untouchable.
he treated you like you were still a kid, sometimes teasing you about your untied shoelaces or that one time when you tripped over your own feet.
“you’re so clumsy, doll.”
but he'd drop to one knee to tie your laces.
he always did that.
also hearing the nickname made you seethe.
you hated it.
it made you feel small like he saw you as nothing more than jae's sister but there was something else in the way he said it.
the roughness in his voice, it made your thighs clench.
it was confusing.
maddening even.
the way he made you feel.
he'd also pick you up from your university campus sometimes, either because jae asked him to or because he'd volunteered without explanation.
you lived for those moments.
you'd straddle his bike, your arms wrapped around his waist and you'd hold onto him a little tighter than necessary.
your fingers brushing his hard abs through his shirt.
he'd barely speak during those rides but you felt the tension in his body from having you so close.
it was torture.
being so close to him yet so far.
knowing he yearned for you but refused to act on it.
you'd tested him over the years.
pushing his buttons.
you'd wear the smallest shorts you owned when you knew he'd be at the house—the ones that hardly covered the curve of your ass.
one night you'd taken it too far when jungkook and jae were in the living room with beers in hand, talking about some new tattoo jungkook was working on.
you'd walked in wearing a tiny skirt and a t-shirt with no bra beneath it.
you bent over to pick up a pen from the coffee table, knowing full well the angle gave jungkook a clear view of your panties.
the way it hugged your pussy.
your folds visible.
you then heard the loud crack of glass shattering and you gasped and turned to see jungkook staring at the broken glass in his hand.
his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping it, his hand bloody.
you gulped and backed off, almost guilty for playing with him like that because you didn’t expect such a reaction.
jae laughed oblivious, assuming jungkook was just being destructive since he was a workout freak.
but you saw the truth in jungkook's eyes—raw desire.
“watch it.”
he glares, warning you.
the tension between you had been building for years.
it was in the way he’d hover near you or offer to fix things around the house when jae wasn’t home.
just to have an excuse to be near you.
but you knew.
you knew he was obsessed with you just as you were with him.
you were tired of it.
the teasing, the distance and the way he kept you at arm's length.
you wanted to break his restraint to push him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
because you were a girl who always got what she wanted.
and you wanted him.
today you were done with all the hide and seek bullshit.
it was time for the real game.
you'd decided to visit jungkook's tattoo shop with a plan.
you'd been thinking about getting nipple piercings for a while, something that would be only noticeable to you under your clothes.
it would make you feel powerful.
but you'd be lying if you said you weren’t doing this to get under jungkook's skin.
you wanted to see how far you could push him before he snapped.
you dressed in a tiny black skirt that was almost like a belt, short enough that one wrong movement would expose your thong.
you paired it with thigh high stockings and wore a tight crop top, the neckline low enough to reveal your cleavage.
you looked like trouble.
and you were very aware.
you looked at yourself in the mirror and paused, your heart pounding with nervousness and excitement.
you were so ready.
the shop was buzzing with people when you walked in with clients getting tattoos and some sitting around.
mark jungkook's assistant was at the front and he grinned when he saw you.
mark was always a flirt with you every time you visited the shop.
but he wasn’t jungkook.
no one was.
“y/n!” mark called.
his eyes raking over your outfit with surprise since he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.
“didn’t expect to see you here. finally ready for the date with me?”
you tilted your head, letting your hair fall over one shoulder, knowing it drew attention.
“maybe?”
you said sarcastically.
that’s when you felt jungkook before you even saw him, the air growing heavier as he stepped out from the back room.
his eyes locked onto you instantly, already pissed at the way you're practically half naked.
“y/n.”
he almost growled as he stepped toward you.
his tongue ran over his lip piercing and you couldn’t help but stare at it, imagining how it would feel against your skin.
“what the hell are you doing here?”
you didn’t flinch at his tone but lifted your chin instead.
“well… i wanted to see you.”
your voice sassy.
“and i want a piercing.”
his eyes narrowed.
“a piercing?” he repeated.
“what kind?”
you held his gaze, your lips curling into a smirk.
“nipple piercings.”
the shop seemed to go still as jungkook's expression darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line.
and for a moment you thought he might drag you out of the shop right then and there.
“are you fucking serious?”
he steps closer until he towers over you.
“you’re not thinking straight, y/n.”
“i’m completely serious.” you shot back.
your arms crossed which only pushed your breasts out further, drawing his eyes to your cleavage before he forced them back up to your face.
“i’ve been thinking about this for months. i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t sure.”
he stepped even closer, his breath hitting your face which sent a shiver down your spine.
“you don’t just walk in here and decide that. you need to think it through y/n it’s permanent. it’s not like buying a new skirt or some shit.”
you were filled with irritation and you stepped into his space, refusing to back down.
“i’m not a kid, jungkook.”
“it’s my body and i get to decide what i do with it, not you.”
fury simmered beneath his expression.
“you’re being impulsive.” he snapped.
his voice rising slightly, drawing a few glances from the other clients.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for and you’re not doing this just to fuck with me.”
you tilted your head, your smile turning challenging.
“and what if i am?” you ask
his nostrils flared and you thought he might lose it.
but before he could respond, you turned to mark who had been watching the exchange with amusement.
“if jungkook doesn’t wanna do it, maybe you can.”
you wink at him before your eyes flick to jungkook to see his reaction.
“you do most of the work around here anyways right mark?”
mark's grin widened with mischief.
“hell yeah, i can do it.”
he pushed off.
“nipple piercings are my specialty. and you know i can make it special for you, babe.”
mark whistled.
jungkook's hand shot out before mark could take another step, grabbing your wrist and pulling you flush against him.
you squealed as your body press against the hardness of his chest
he gripped you but not hard enough to hurt.
“no one’s touching you.” he grits out.
“if you’re doing this, it’s with me and that’s final.”
your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him.
you could see the emotions raging within him.
“jungkook…” you started.
but he cut you off, his hand sliding to your waist.
“let’s go.”
he left no room for argument as he turned, pulling you toward the back of the shop as you stumbled in your heels.
struggling to keep up with his fast strides
as you both entered the room, he shut the door behind you loud enough to make you jump.
locking it.
leaving only you and him.
the room was a bit dark, smelling of antiseptic with shelves of several supplies and an adjustable reclined chair in the center.
he released you and stepped back.
“why are you doing this, y/n?” he asked.
his voice calm now but still laced with concern.
“is this about proving something to me? what's going on?”
you swallowed.
“it’s not about proving anything.” you breathe.
“listen to me… you’re perfect the way you are. you don’t need to get anything, sweetheart.”
your breath shook at his words.
“but i want to.”
“i’ve wanted nipple piercings for a while. they're sexy and they'll make me feel confident.”
he studied you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face looking for any doubt.
“you’re sure about this?” he whispers
“completely sure? because there’s no going back.”
“i’m sure.”
you nodded despite the nervousness in your chest.
“i want this. i want you to do it.”
his jaw clenched but he nodded, turning to prepare his tools. you watched as he pulled out a pair of black latex gloves.
snapping them onto his hands with a sound that made your stomach flutter for some reason.
as he grabbed other items like needle, wipes and more.
he'd done this several times before but there was a slight tremor in his fingers as he arranged the items as if he was fighting to keep his composure in your presence.
“lay down.”
he orders gruffly.
you obeyed settling and your skirt rode up slightly as you did exposing more of your thighs.
you could feel his eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw his gaze on your exposed skin and his adam's apple bobs as he swallowed.
“take off your top.”
it was like he was forcing the words out.
“and your bra.”
your breath hitched but your trembling fingers reached for the hem of your crop top and pulled it over your head.
and then you unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving you bare from the waist up.
your heart pounded so loud you could hear it in your ears or you were sure jungkook could hear it in the silence.
for the first time you were exposed in front of him.
you felt vulnerable...
and now the confidence and sassiness you held from before seemed to fade and you wanted to cower.
jungkook froze, his eyes fixed on your tits, his eyes dilating as he took you in.
his hands fisted at his sides and it made your skin tingle, your nipples hardening into sharp points under his gaze and also the cold air.
“what?” you asked.
tears welling in your eyes as you misread him being quiet.
your insecurities hitting you.
“do you… do you not like what you see?”
his head snapped as he glared.
“don’t say that.” he grunts.
“don’t you dare think that. you're perfect y/n—too fucking perfect. that’s the problem.”
tears streamed down your cheeks at his words.
“then why do you always push me away?” you whimpered.
“you act like i’m just jae’s little sister like i don’t know what i want when i’ve wanted you for years, jungkook.”
he lets out a harsh breath, running his hand through his hair before tugging it in frustration.
“you don’t get it, y/n.” he pleads.
“you’re my best friend’s sister. i can't—shit i can't do this to him or to you. i’ve been trying to stay away and keep my hands off you but you make it so fucking hard.”
his expression wounded.
“every time you’re near me, i’m dying doll. i’m fucking dying.”
you stood closing the distance between you, your bare chest brushing his as you fisted his shirt.
“then stop trying.”
you're shaking with need and years of pent up longing.
“i don’t want you to be good, jungkook. i want you to want me.”
his hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling you close making you gasp.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
he hisses as his face was inches from yours.
he didn’t wanna hold back any of his feelings or confessions.
everything came out.
“i’ve been obsessed with you since the day i met you, y/n. i can't get you out of my head. i wanna make you mine. but let me tell you one thing…”
he paused and looked at you intently.
“if i touch you i give in, i won’t be able to stop. and i don’t know if you’re ready for that.”
“then don’t stop.”
you rush out desperately.
“i’m ready, jungkook. always have been.”
for a second you thought he might push away and retreat like he always had but then his lips crashed against yours.
it was full of want and frustration.
he didn’t waste any time before his tongue forced itself into your mouth in a way that made your knees weak.
you moaned into his mouth, your hands pulling at his shirt wanting him closer.
needing more and more
it was like he was a wild starved animal who was given food after so long.
you couldn’t keep up with his mouth as his hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your ass to his liking.
he bites and sucks on your tongue, your breasts squished against his chest.
when you finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours.
both your breaths mingling
“you’re gonna ruin me, baby.”
he mutters brokenly as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs.
he hates seeing you cry.
especially when he's the reason for your tears.
you smile breathlessly as jungkook slowly pushes you back.
“now sit back down.” he rasps.
“we’re doing this y/n, but it’s gonna be my way.”
you were filled with nerves and anticipation as you lay back on the reclined chair.
he loomed over you, his shadow covering you completely because of how big he was and the size difference between you and him always turned you on.
it made you feel small yet your clit throbbed for him.
“i’m gonna mark you first.” he said.
“stay still, y/n. i’m serious.”
you nodded shakily as he leaned close and his gloved fingers brushed against your areola.
a whimper escaped your lips as he drew two dots with the marker, one on either side of your nipple.
the sensation was ticklish, your thighs pressing together even more to soothe the ache between them.
jungkook's eyes snapped up to yours at your noise, lust in them.
“you can’t make sounds like that. you're gonna make this hard for me, baby.”
“s—sorry,” you whisper.
knowing very well it was a lie
and he knew it.
you held his gaze biting your lower lip bashfully as you shifted slightly, which caused your skirt to ride up and reveal your thong.
the wet patch there visible for him.
his gloved hands flexed as he fought the urge to pin you down and take what he wanted.
he took a deep breath, steadying himself as he checked if the marks were on point, his fingers brushing your nipple directly now.
your body arched slightly off the chair.
it was overwhelming.
the gloves amplified every touch making your skin feel hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers was like he was touching your pussy.
your nubs so hard that it almost hurt.
“mm... such a needy little thing.” he rasps.
he spent longer than necessary on your nipple, his gloved fingers rolling the sensitive bud between them.
pinching lightly then harder, watching every reaction you gave him.
“ah!”
you yelped at a particularly hard pinch as you squirmed.
unable to be still.
“look at you.”
a slow smirk curls on his lips.
“so fucking sensitive. you love this don’t you? love me playing with these.”
you signed, your cheeks burning with his words but you couldn’t deny the truth.
“yes.”
“jungkook, please…”
his fingers flicking your nipples fast enough to make you cry out.
“you want more hmm? want me to make you feel good?”
“yes.”
you moaned loudly.
“please jungkook, i need you.”
he groaned, his brows furrowing as his lips brushed your ear.
“why are you so perfect, huh?” he growls.
“always making me lose my shit”
his fingers continued their torture, rolling and tugging your nipples until you couldn’t be still anymore as he switched to your other nipple.
repeating the same process.
“be still before i tie you down.”
his angry words made you still as you looked at him, your chest heaving quickly.
he suddenly stopped not wanting to give you any relief before he got the main job done.
finally he picked up the needle.
“okay, doll.”
“deep breath. this is gonna hurt but i've got you. you trust me, right?”
“always.” you whisper.
your eyes locked on his, your trust in him unshakable.
he was about to mark your body.
it felt like a permanent claim.
because it was.
he was permanent for you.
he nodded before he focused on positioning the needle against the marked spot.
“breathe in.”
you followed his words, your hand gripping the chair bracing yourself.
“and out.”
as you exhaled, the needle pierced through and a cry tore out of your throat at the sharp pain.
the pain was fleeting, replaced by a feeling that made your head spin.
jungkook's free hand was on your shoulder caressing the skin there, wanting to distract you from the pain.
“that’s it you’re doing so good, baby. just breathe.”
he worked quickly, threading the silver barbell through the piercing and securing it.
“one down.”
his voice tight like he was feeling the pain you were in.
as if it hurt him more.
“you okay, doll? talk to me.”
“yeah.” you get out.
tears falling steadily.
“it hurts but… i'm okay. i can do this.”
he smiled genuinely, leaning down to peck your lips.
“i know you can. you’re my strong girl.”
“one more, okay? you’ve got this.”
his words gave you strength as he pierced your other nipple and you couldn’t stop the sob that left your lips.
but jungkook was there immediately trying to quicken the process.
“shh... you’re doing so good for me. almost there.”
when the second barbell was in place, your body buzzed with adrenaline and desire.
your nipples throbbing with pain and pleasure.
you didn’t know you were such a masochist until this very moment.
you looked down at your new piercings and gasped at what they looked like.
they were exactly what you'd wanted—different, bold, yet sexy.
jungkook stepped back, his eyes not leaving your tits and you could see the way his eyes were fully blown wide black with need.
the way his jeans strained against the bulge that was impossible to hide.
“you look… incredible. those piercings.. goddamn they suit you so well.”
“you make it so hard for me to control myself.” he scoffs.
you stood and slowly closed the distance between you.
“then show me.” you murmur.
“show me how much you want me, jungkook.”
his lips met yours again messily as he carefully avoided your new piercings, not wanting to hurt you as he bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
you yelp as he broke the kiss, his tongue coming out to soothe the spot on your lips.
“i’ll show you exactly what i want.”
he says angrily.
almost crazy.
and you felt the exact way as you tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
“take it off.”
you pulled at it and he obliged, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed muscular body.
your lips parted as your eyes traced his tattoos.
you’ve seen him shirtless sometimes when he would hang out with your brother during summer but you never got the chance to see them up close.
each one of them was a masterpiece and you wanted to know all their stories.
but that’s when your eyes stopped over a tattoo right over his heart and you realized that it was your birthdate in roman letters.
you were speechless for a moment.
wondering if you were seeing it wrong as your fingers brushed over the ink.
“jungkook…”
tears welled in your eyes again.
“when did you?”
“a year ago.”
your glistening eyes met his.
“i knew it was wrong, but i—i couldn’t help it… i needed a piece of you with me always even just like this.”
your felt like your heart was going to burst as you leaned in, pressing your lips to the tattoo kissing it softly.
your tears falling on his skin.
your tongue came out, gliding over the letter and his hand gripped your hip tightly.
“fuck y/n… what are you doing to me?”
your teeth nipped lightly at the tattoo.
“i love you.”
you couldn’t hold back anymore.
his eyes flashed and he cupped your face, pulling you into another kiss.
slower this time.
full of everything he'd been holding back for years.
“i love you too.”
he said sincerely.
“always have, always will.”
his face buried into your neck leaving open mouthed kisses, stopping to suck at the spot that makes you writhe.
your head falls back as he leaves a hickey, your hand gripping his shoulder.
marks soon bloomed across your collarbone and shoulder.
all his self control gone.
he dropped to his knees before you, his hands parting your thighs.
and the sight before you made your heart stutter, you'd imagined this exact scene so many times—him on his knees for you.
as you touched yourself in your lonely nights.
his gloved hands slid up your thighs, pushing your tiny skirt up until it was bunched around your waist.
the exposure made you shiver as his intense eyes drank you in before his eyes met yours, seeking your permission without words.
you nodded shakily.
he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your thong and slid them down your legs and your bottom lip quivered as he tucked the damp fabric into his pocket.
“i’m keeping these.”
a wicked smirk on his lips.
“a little reminder of this moment yeah?”
your cheeks were on fire as you averted your gaze, not being able to hold his too long.
he spread your thighs as far as they would go, revealing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.
the cool air hits your core making your hips twitch instinctively.
“fuck, just look at you…” he grunts.
his eyes locked on the way you clench for him, he could smell your sweet arousal even from the distance.
he couldn’t believe he finally had you like this.
“all spread out for me, just begging for my tongue.”
the degrading words turned you on further.
“jungkook.” you whined.
“please…”
“please what, doll?” he stressed
his gloved fingers brushing your swollen folds and the feel of the latex against your most sensitive part felt too much.
his touch featherlight barely there, as your hips bucked for more but he pulled back.
enjoying teasing you.
making you beg for him.
as if he already hadn’t done that for all these years.
“use your words, baby. tell me what you want.”
“i want your mouth.” you gasped.
“please i need you to—to eat me out.” you stammered.
he lets out a guttural groan as his breath brushes against your pussy making you writhe.
“you’re gonna kill me saying shit like that.” he mutters.
“you have no idea how long i’ve dreamed of this doll, of tasting your sweet cunt and feeling you cum on my tongue.”
his lips brushed against your inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way closer to your pussy while you trembled with each kiss.
he left hickeys on your thigh.
he was like a beast savoring you and you were losing your mind, your hand pulling your own hair.
“look at you, so desperate and i haven’t even touched that pussy yet.”
you let out a high pitched whine.
“mhmm, don’t tease me. i can’t take it.”
“ohh you can take it.”
he hums against your thigh.
“you’re gonna take everything i give you doll and you’re gonna take it good.”
that’s when his tongue flicked against your clit and you arched with a moan as his lips closed around your clit sucking gently.
then harder.
faster.
the metal of his lip piercing brushed against your sensitive bud as your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head.
“ah mmhm oh god, jungkook!”
you gripped his hair as he went on, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it with his tongue.
he used his fingers to keep your folds parted for him.
it was already overwhelming you from his skilled mouth and he slid one gloved finger inside you.
your thighs trembled.
“dammit.” he growls.
the vibration against your pussy sends another wave of pleasure through you.
“yes, yes.”
your voice breaks as his finger curls inside you hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars.
“it feels so good.”
you couldn’t take the assault, your thighs closing on their own around his head but he held you open with his free hand.
devouring you.
he added a second finger stretching you further and you let out a wail, your hips bucking against his face.
you chased more of him grinding on his tongue and he let you use him like your personal sex toy.
he lets out hums of approval.
“mhmm hahh..”
you murmured incoherent words as his nose brushed against your clit, all while his fingers pumped in and out of you.
“you taste so fucking good.” he rasps.
his lips brushing your entrance as he spoke
“can’t believe i stayed without this for so long. i could eat this pussy all damn day and make you cum over and over until you're begging me to stop.”
his tongue lapped at your slit.
“what do you say doll? gotta make up for the lost time right?”
your hands tugged harder at his hair, pulling him closer to you as you looked at him with glassy eyes.
your body responding to each of his filthy words.
“you should.” you panted.
he chuckles darkly and before he could dive back in, your phone rang cutting through the haze of tension.
your frowned as you glanced at the screen to see jae's name.
your heart stopped as panic hit you but jungkook didn’t stop, his fingers curling rhythmically inside you.
“pick it up.” he demands.
you shook your head but he reached for the phone, forcing it into your hands.
“do it.”
there was a challenge in his eyes.
“tell him you’re not coming home tonight.”
you looked at him like he had grown two heads but you knew you couldn’t escape his orders so with trembling hands you answered the call.
“h—hey jae.” you managed
your breath hitches slightly as jungkook twists his fingers.
“where are you?” your brother asked.
“it’s late. you coming home soon?”
“u—um ah—”
you quickly covered your mouth, hoping to stifle your noises, pleading with jungkook with your eyes but didn't seem to care.
relishing in watching you struggle and the fact that you could get caught so easily.
“is everything okay? why do you sound breathless?”
jae asks a bit suspiciously.
“everything’s fine!”
you rush out, letting out a squeaky laugh.
mortified that he could hear you.
“i... i’m staying with a friend tonight. you know girls’ night.”
you tried to sound as normal as you could when all you wanted was to scream from the way jungkook's tongue and fingers worked.
jungkook's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
as he redoubled his efforts.
you almost dropped your phone as you bit your fist.
“okay? just… be safe, call me later.”
jae had no idea that his best friend was currently between your thighs, driving you to the edge of madness.
“i will.”
you gasped ending the call just when jungkook's teeth slightly grazed your clit, your phone falling to the floor with a thud.
“jungkook, jungkook!” you sobbed.
“that’s it, baby.”
“cum for me. let me feel you cum all over my face.”
his words were your undoing and you came with a scream, your vision going white as your hands scratched his shoulder.
you were basically mindless.
your clit pulsed at the same pace as your heart as your cum hit him in the face.
he didn’t stop.
licking you through the aftershocks, his tongue is gentler now more soothing as he draws out every last bit of pleasure.
his fingers thrust until you pushed him away with a whine.
overstimulated to your limits.
“mhmm… so beautiful when you cum.”
he pressed a kiss against your knee as you tried to catch your breath.
“jungkook.” you whispered hoarsely.
your hands still tangled in his hair
“that was… oh my god.”
“you liked that huh?” he asks smugly.
“liked me making you scream my name?”
“yea..” you admitted.
you couldn’t look away from his eyes now, knowing that you no longer have to hide your feelings.
his lips still coated with your arousal.
“i loved it.”
“good.”
he stands slowly, his hands keeping your thighs spread for him.
“because i’m not done with you yet.”
nothing was enough—not for you and definitely not for him.
he needed more.
he looked up and down your figure, the skirt was still bunched on your waist and your thigh stockings were still there along with your heels.
you looked so damn irresistible like this.
so his.
your piercings still hurt but it was overshadowed by your need for him.
he comes down hovering over you, his hand on either side of you, his torso glistening with a sheen of sweat.
your hand immediately found the tattoo on his chest that he got for you.
you couldn't keep your hands away from it
it still made your heart ache with love.
“you want this?”
he looks at you as if he needed to hear it one more time before he let himself go completely.
“yes.” you whispered.
your hands wrapping around his neck.
you were as sure as you'll ever be.
“that has always been my answer, jungkook.”
his jaw ticks as he gulps hard.
“doll…”
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how many nights i fucked my fist thinking about you like this.”
you keened at his words as he slowly pushed his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion and your eyes widened.
you were awestruck because of his cock.
it was thick and hard precum already gathered at the tip but the specialty of it was the piercing.
it was bigger than you'd imagined several times and you already feel your pussy flutter again even if you just came a few minutes ago.
you stared at it.
your mouth drying at the thought of him inside you.
“like what you see, baby?”
his head tilts cockily as he revels in your reaction.
his ego boosting.
he wrapped his hand around his cock stroking himself slowly, his thumb brushing over the piercing as if teasing you about what's about to come.
the sight was almost pornographic, especially with his gloved hands and his tattoos.
you nodded as you watched him, mesmerized by the way he pumped his cock, his balls jostling as his head fell back.
“fuck me…” you beg.
he laughs breathlessly.
“look at you practically drooling for me like a good little slut. you’re gonna take this cock so well, aren’t you?”
“yes, yes.” you babbled.
the humiliation behind his words made you moan as you looked away but he grabbed your chin making you meet his eyes.
“don’t you look away. i want my girls’ eyes on me always.”
his hand slid under your thighs, lifting them slightly to keep you open for him as two of his fingers slid inside you without warning.
“ah, wait!”
your nails dug into his chest as your hips shifted away from him, but he held you in place not letting you run.
“shh... i have to make you ready for me.”
his tongue laps at your jawline as he penetrates you with another finger as three of his fingers scissor you.
stretching you further and further.
“you’re so tight, sweet girl. don’t wanna hurt you.”
you sobbed against his shoulder as he worked you open, the sounds of your arousal filling the room.
“i’m ready… just please.” you pant.
you couldn't take it any longer.
he huffs before pulling his fingers out and lining himself up, the piercing brushing against your entrance.
“are you sure about this doll?”
it was taking every ounce of control to hold himself back.
“i wouldn’t want it any other way.”
you said determined making sure he knew the seriousness in your tone.
that was all he needed.
he pushed into you slowly filling you inch by inch, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you weren’t in pain.
his piercing dragged against your inner walls, adding a whole new sensation that made you sob.
not being used to it at all
it was too much yet not enough.
“ahh!”
he stretched you to your limits with his fat cock.
“fuck, you’re so tight.”
he paused, letting you adjust to him.
“taking my cock so well like you were made for it.”
you moaned at his praise as you adjusted to his size.
“it’s so big—oh god—”
a cry breaks your sentence.
“i know, baby.”
he sucked on the spot beneath your earlobe.
“you’re such a good girl. being so good for me.”
he slowly starts to thrust inside you, hitting spots inside you didn’t know existed.
letting you get used to him.
slowly the pain turned into immense pleasure.
“please don’t stop.”
“never baby.”
his hips start moving a little faster as the sound of skin slapping against skin, along with both your mixed noises was all you can hear.
it was so lewd.
“you’re mine y/n. no one gets to fuck you like this. not mark, not anyone, just me.”
he was still set on the fact that you flirted with mark just to piss him off.
his hips gives you a punishing pump.
“only yours.” you babbled.
your moans turned into screams as your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines.
you were so full.
“yeah.” he hissed.
the pain turned him further into an animal.
“say that you’re mine.”
“yours.” you hiccupped.
you couldn’t speak.
“i’m yours, only yours.”
his thrusts become more erratic as he angles his hips to hit you perfectly.
and you clench him in a way that feels like you are squeezing the life out of him.
“shitt squeezing me like you never wanna leave.”
you never knew sex could feel like this even if you’ve dated before.
no one could make you feel like him.
his eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced for him and the piercings made them way too alluring.
his half lidded eyes fixed on him and he was sure he would fuck your tits once they healed.
paint them with his cum and the thought makes him fuck you quicker.
“jungkook, i’m gonna cum please. i can’t.”
“cum for me.” he snarls.
his cock slamming into you with a force.
“let me feel it.”
your throat grows raw from screaming as your legs kick from the intense orgasm that crashed through you.
milking his cock.
his thrusts never slowed as he chased his own release, not giving you time to recover.
his hand flips you onto your hands and knees.
you squealed at the way he manhandled you.
your knees almost gave in as you braced yourself, holding onto the chair and he impaled you from behind once again.
sliding into you in one smooth motion.
“nghhh hahh gosh, i can’t.”
tears spilled down your cheeks.
“fuck you’re so tight like this.”
he spanks your ass slightly making you arch up as you bite onto the cushion of the chair.
it felt like he was going to break the chair.
you were surprised that it was still holding on.
“push that ass back for me.”
his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back as you murmured nonsense.
your body on autopilot as you met his thrusts.
he watched hypnotized at the way your ass bounced on him and the way your pussy gripped his cock.
liquids oozing out from your earlier orgasms.
he was living in his dream.
he roars grabbing both your arms and holding them back so he could keep you tethered while his hips slapped into yours relentlessly.
your nails dug into his hands as he went faster and faster.
“holy fuck. take it baby.” he curses loudly.
it was like you were in heaven from ecstasy.
and before you knew it, you were cumming again.
“i can’t, i can’t please—”
you were broken.
that's it.
“you can. just let it happen sweet girl.”
his thrusts grew sloppy as his cock pulsed inside you before he came with a choked moan.
filling you with his warm release.
his hands gripped your hips so hard you knew you'd have bruises as he collapsed against you.
he made sure you took each spurt of his cum beforre he pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you.
as you both caught your breath, his cock still inside you softening but heavy.
his hands roamed your body, soothing the marks he'd left.
“my baby…”
his lips brushed against your shoulder.
“are you okay? i’ve never… fuck i’ve never felt anything like that.”
you turned your head, meeting his eyes that were full of adoration and you nodded.
“me neither.”
he hums contentedly as he pecks your lips.
your eyes flicker, already feeling sleepy from cumming too many times.
your body giving up on you.
you felt so sated.
and most importantly happier than you've ever been.
“now don’t sleep on me. let me clean you first.”
you giggled softly, suddenly shy now that the intimacy faded as he pulled out of you slowly with a squelch making you whimper.
but his gentleness helped you.
he grabbed some wipes, cleaning between your thighs and himself as well before he grabbed his hoodie and helped you put it on.
it was like he was wrapping you in himself.
“there you go.” he smiled.
both of you looked sickeningly in love.
not being able to keep your hands off each other as he explained how to care of your new piercings in detail.
“no tight clothing for a while and it will be sore for a few days but if it gets swollen you call me okay?”
“i’ll be there to take care of you.”
you nodded, feeling giddy at the thought of him looking after you and the new connection between you both.
“love you…”
after letting you rest for a while, he led you outside not caring about the other artists or clients who were still in the shop.
you knew they didn’t hear anything because of the soundproof room but both your states were pretty obvious about what happened.
jungkook held you in bridal style, his grip tightening as he met mark's gaze.
he didn’t feel necessarily jealous because he always knew you were his.
but he had to make sure no one even thought about his girl.
you hide your face in his chest at everyone's gaze.
he took you outside to his motorcycle, helping you get on.
“just you and me, doll.”
“always.”
your arms wrapped around his waist, your cheek pressed against his back, the engine started and he drove through the quiet night.
you felt alive.
free.
like you were exactly where you were meant to be.
and you clung to him tighter feeling the warmth of his body as he gripped your hand pressing it against his heart.
you smiled as you felt his heartbeat match yours.
you knew this was only the beginning.
you were his and he was yours.
and as he drove, it was like both of you were in the path of a new future.
one full of possibility.
he promised himself he'd never let you go now that he finally had you.
that he'd spend every day of his life showing you how much you meant to him.
