does milf oc ever get jealous at the thought of jungkook possibly having girls after him at college…? 🤭
well let us see
m.i.l.f (4)
you visit the dorm rooms one evening to restock your sons necessities expecting for him and his roommate to be out; yet you aren't so lucky.
word count: 4.178
warning: age difference, milf reader, smut, dirty talk, humping, nipple sucking, jungkook is a yearner, milf reader is also whipped, impregnation/breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, possessive sex,
part 1 | two | three
You sigh once you slam your car door shut and proceed to lock it. You’ve managed to hold six bags as you walk up the concrete stairs to the dorm rooms. You weren’t expecting to get a message from Dash stating that he needed more snacks and drinks for his dorm, stating that he and Jungkook had gone through them all.
Truthfully, it was all your sons doing as he was known to snack more than Jungkook, but you were his mother. You had gotten everything he asked for and then some and now here you were.
The dorm room hallways were dimly lit and quiet. During the weekend it was like a ghost town and it allowed you to come in freely just like this without having to sign in. You hoped when you walked in there you wouldn’t come to a complete mess. Jungkook was a naturally organized person and you’re positive being with Dash had to be annoying.
Jungkook.
Your mind travels to the last time you saw him was at dinner and that was nearing a week ago. You had basically kicked him from your home to go to a party and he had not made an attempt to speak with you. You aren’t sure if this was the end for you and him - and if it was, then you should be glad.
Right?
You would be lying if you said Jungkook wasn’t the best fuck you had in years. You had several one night stands, sure, but that wasn’t exciting. You’ve dated men throughout your time, but that also didn’t lead anywhere as Dash always came first and they didn’t like that.
Jungkook was far more attentive than anyone you’ve ever met. Him pleasuring you was something he actually enjoyed doing - as if it brought him his own pleasure. He had more stamina than any man you’ve had before and it didn’t help that he was insanely attractive.
Even Dash’s father didn’t last - obviously. You getting pregnant was an act of two horny teenagers and all the responsibility was left on you. While he went on to go to college, you had to stay behind and work and raise Dash while his parents paid you on his behalf. He visited only when he was on break, and when he graduated college and got into his respected career, being a father was the last thing on his mind.
Maybe you couldn’t blame him much - but then again you could. It was around that time of year for him to visit and pretend he cared about his child.
You reach Dash’s door and sigh. Dash told you that he and Jungkook were at another party and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. But maybe it was childish to feel any type of way - Jungkook wasn’t yours to be territorial of. He was nothing but a good fuck that so happened to be your sons friend. You were growing far too comfortable with having him pleasure you that in the end, he could be doing this to someone else.
You open the door to the dorm room and close it behind you. The lights are off, but the led lights surrounding the walls are on and suspiciously, they’re red. Your eyes squint into the bedroom and you let out another sigh of finding a line of clothes onto the floor that belonged to your son.
You drop the bags onto the ground and you begin to stock them onto the shelves and mini fridge.
You’re far too engrossed in organising that you don’t notice the bathroom door open and close and footsteps come closer.
“Mommy?”
You drop a can of soda and yelp when it cracks open and begins to fuzz. You go to grab it, turning your head to look at the sound of the voice.
This was highly unfortunate.
“Jungkook…” you murmur, lifting to your feet to throw out the soda can. “...why are you here?”
“In my…dorm room?” Jungkook cracks a smile. He’s naked - only sporting a towel; again, how unfortunate. Not because you don’t find the man attractive and would be willing to mound him, but because you thought you were having enough self-control lately.
“Dash said you and him were at a party.” you murmur. You turn your head away with warm cheeks.
“He stayed.” Jungkook licks his lips. “He was occupied.”
“With Hana?” you question, not truly caring if he was or not.
Jungkook snorts. “Sure,” he says with a shrug. He hasn’t seen Hana since dinner and that was the norm with Dash.
“I’m only here to stock up on snacks and drinks.” you nod towards the newly stocked shelves. “I should be going-”
“Why?” Jungkook asks. He takes a seat onto his neatly made bed opposite of the disheveled one of Dash’s.
“What do you mean?” you scoff.
“What’s your issue?”
You knit your brows.
“You’ve been avoiding me, mommy.”
You want to laugh at Jungkook’s words. “I’ve been avoiding you?”
In the red light, Jungkook thinks you look hot. Especially while irritated. He knows that what he’s doing is a form of manipulation by putting the blame on you. He had decided to ignore you - against his best wishes; he missed you so much. You were obviously upset about hearing Yvette’s name that it caused you to push him away.
Witnessing Yvette at her party had irritated him enough to leave said party early against Dash’s wishes. He had driven home wanting to call you, but instead decided against it. He wanted to see how far it would go until he could see you again.
To think Jungkook was going to facetime you tonight, but here you were. It was like the universe was speaking to him now.
“Yes. You haven’t called me.” Jungkook shrugs. He doesn’t care if his towel is slowly unravelling.
“I never call you.” you squint your eyes, pondering what in the world he was going on about.
“Exactly, mommy. It’s like you don’t care about me.” Jungkook pouts a bit. “Or is it because you want me to keep following you like some type of lovesick teenager.”
You tilt your head. What game was Jungkook playing here? If anything, you should be questioning him. Why in the world would he give you the best dick in years and then ghost you for Yvette?
You mentally curse at yourself for sounding like this. You weren’t the age to care what in the world a man did - especially one your son's age.
Jungkook watches you for a moment before snorting.
“You can’t even admit that you were using me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “You’re probably off to the next college boy.”
Your eyes widen at his words. “Am I some type of cougar to you?!” you hiss at him. Why you were still here discussing anything with Jungkook was beyond you. Dash could walk through that door any moment now and see you with his nearly naked friend.
“No.” Jungkook answers swiftly. “I just thought you liked me for me.”
“I do like you, Jungkook.” you say between gritted teeth. You cannot believe you were having this conversation. “It’s just not morally correct for us to do this. You know that.”
“Then why haven’t you walked out yet?” Jungkook questions. You were asking yourself the same thing. “Since you want to be so “morally correct”.”
You stand a bit straighter. “I will.”
Jungkook leans forward, watching you. Witnessing him in the red lights in person was far better than over the phone - yet you couldn’t allow yourself to grow weak. Not now while he was obviously testing you.
“Have a good night, Jungkook.”
You turn away from him, deciding that he could organize the rest of the snacks. Whenever Dash returned, you didn’t need to be here. It was risky already sneaking around with his best friend - no matter how much of a rush it was.
Your hand wraps around the door knob and just as you open it, it closes once more. A tattooed arm is right beside your head. Another hand locks the door swiftly, leaving you caged between the door and him.
“Jungkook.”
Your tone is so soft, yet stern like that it causes Jungkook’s cock to harden instantly.
“Yes?”
“I have to go.”
“Why? Dash won’t be back.” Jungkook states - because he texted Dash himself and told him to stay out. It was a code that the both of them came up with when the other had company over. Dash was far too oblivious to realize that recently, his eyes only ever been on you. “I missed you. You pushed me away, mommy.”
You take a deep breath. “You should be with girls your own age-”
“I knew that was why!” Jungkook quips. “Yvette is just a friend.” He wouldn’t call her that, but it was wrong to say that she was nothing to him entirely. It made sense in Jungkook’s mind.
“If I had her do you think I would be craving you every time?”
And there it was, the hand around your waist to bring you closer. The nose against your neck to inhale that sweet scent he enjoyed so much.
Fuck.
“I missed you so much, mommy. Just stay for a while.”
This was wrong.
You couldn’t stay here in the dorms. What the fuck were you going to do if Dash did come? How would you explain that?
What if somehow someone knew you were here and you were charged with something - or Jungkook or Dash?
Why hadn’t you said no to Jungkook and why hadn’t you stopped his wandering hands?
“Please, mommy. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you.”
And of course you folded, allowing Jungkook to pull you to his bed. It’s a dorm and the biggest you could fit in here were full-size beds, but it was big enough for Jungkook and you. Somehow, you were out of your clothes in under 3 minutes and beneath his covers. Your mind screams at you to act like the grown adult you were and get out of whatever spell you were under, but your core was begging for you to stay.
“You didn’t miss me even a little bit?” Jungkook murmurs, hovering above you. His lips are kissing along your neck, leaving behind wet trails.
“I did.” you admit, as stupid as it was to.
“You pushing me away kept me horny all night, mommy. I guess we’ll have to make that up.”
Jungkook never cared about being quiet while he was in the doors - especially during the weekends when it was as quiet and dead as it was. That meant that he could do whatever he wanted and he was fully intending on doing just that.
And it always started with your breast - the perfect mounds to sit right in the palms of his hands. His hands roam your body as he finds his mouth wrapping onto your right one. His cock rubs against your naked core, sliding past your clit.
You let out a hushed moan, your body reacting for you. You actually missed having Jungkook on you - suckling onto your breast needily and treating your body with pleasure. It was insane to say aloud; but damn was it the truth.
“We can’t do this forever, Kookie.”
Jungkook’s right hand keeps you in place so he can easily rut his cock against your now wet clit. He groans against your nipples, popping it in and out of his mouth like a lollipop. His eyes glance up at you, appearing entirely too sinful underneath these same red lights.
“Why not, mommy?”
There were a thousand and one reasons why. Jungkook was just horny and so were you. Eventually his life would continue on after college and so would yours - you couldn’t continue this. But for now, it would do. You would allow Jungkook to fuck you so good that you’d lose all of your morals.
“I don’t want to fuck anyone else. I want you.”
Jungkook’s tongue licks up from your breast to your collarbones. He goes towards your neck next and sinks his teeth down onto your skin. He continues to rub against your clit, groaning and grunting against your neck while you let out a hushed gap.
“Your pussy is always so good, mommy. What do you expect me to do?”
Your pussy’s throbbing now. Jungkook’s hand grips your thigh just as you begin to buckle it to meet his thrusts.
“I think about you all the time. I think about you creaming on my cock like you do. About me cumming in you so deep that you’d end up pregnant.”
That was new, causing you to let out a low gasp - one that Jungkook notices immediately when he slides past your clit.
“You’d like that, right, mommy? Me cumming in you so much that I’d get you pregnant? I’d actually be a good father to our child.”
This was sick, you think. There was no way this was exciting you. You were a grown woman, for fucks sakes!
But it’s the way that Jungkook says it - so low and sultry. His voice so husky and full of lust that it’s far too appealing for you not to moan and now your head, your thighs caging him closer to you.
“You’d be so pretty pregnant, mommy. Your breast would grow bigger with milk. You’d look so hot.” Jungkook grumbles the last part, this time his hand reaching behind you to grip your ass entirely. His tip is right at your hole now. “I could fuck you right now, mommy. Get you full of my cum…”
Jungkook is speaking, but you notice he isn't talking to you anymore. It’s as if he’s speaking to himself - should he or should he not?
But Jungkook does. He enters you without a second thought - nor do you fight him off. Your pussy wraps around him so heavily like it usually does, and each time he’s as shocked as the last.
Now Jungkook’s mind is fully engrossed with the thought of you being pregnant. He would like to think he would be a good father - better than Dash’s. He knew enough to know that a father that only saw their kid maybe 4 times out the year wasn’t a father. He wouldn’t prioritize himself over you or his child; he wasn’t selfish.
Nor was Jungkook a broke college student like most. He was here because he had to be; it was mandatory if he wanted to remain in his grandfather’s will. It was mandatory if he wanted to leave here and join his family company. He didn’t need a degree that was going to get him nowhere; it was only a hobby for him - for the rest of his cousins attending and scattered in the dorms.
You didn’t need to know that; not yet.
“Fuck, mommy.” Jungkook pounds into you greedily. His hands grip your ass, your squelching pussy music to his ears. Your legs are hiked onto his shoulders. “You’re so wet. You want a baby, don’t you?”
The sane part of you was already ashamed. You had allowed Jungkook far into your life (and body) that he was able to do or say whatever he wanted. He had you naked in under five minutes and fucking in under ten. His cock was so deep in you that you were seeing red covered stars.
“Yes, Kookie!” you squeal. “Your cock is so big!”
“And you love it.” Jungkook chuckles darkly, drilling your pussy with no remorse.
“I do love it!”
You were being too loud, you think, but you cannot find it in you to care right now. Jungkook, in the little time you’ve allowed him to fuck you, has managed to make you cum. Countless times. Within multiple sex acts.
This was a rarity and damn was it hard to find.
Jungkook pulls out suddenly and before you can whine, he replaces his cock with three of his fingers. He begins to pump with the same speed as his cock, connecting his tongue to your clit.
“Kook-kie!” you gasp. The sudden action has your mind swirling.
Jungkook has wanted to taste you since the same night you told him to go. He wanted to have his tongue on you again and again and again - but he didn't. So he had to take what he deserved.
Your legs are shaking, feeling the overstimulating pleasure build through you. You cannot help with how fast you were going to cum - not when you had an overachiever like Jungkook. Your hand grips his hair to keep his tongue in place, your hips grinding against his tongue.
Jungkook’s dark eyes glanced up at you, enjoying the way you were loving every minute of this. An action no one but him can do - only what he should be doing to you. He allows you to take a bit of control and keep him against your greedy cunt, wanting more and more until you physically couldn’t take anymore.
‘“I’m gonna cum, Kookie…!”
Jungkook only suckles hardly, allowing his fingers to pump faster and faster. He wanted you to cum all over his tongue; to use him as if he was your personal fuck toy. If only he could be day in and out; to feel and taste you at any given moment of the day.
Jungkook’s cock throbs to be inside you again.
“You’re always so good for mommy, Kookie.”
Your toes are curling as you’re cumming, your vision blurring a bit. Jungkook’s own eyes close as you begin to cum, arousal pooling out of you and coating his hand entirely, but he doesn’t want your pleasure to end - not even when you’re squealing and shaking.
Jungkook forces you onto your stomach next, hiking your hips up and he enters you. He’s fully in charge again - yet he never never stepped down. One hand is on your back, forcing you down while the other is on your hips. He pounds into you disrespectfully, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.
You’re continuing to squeal into his cotton sheets, hands gripping them for support. Your ass is amazing - it always is in this position. He’s so deep that he can cum in you right now; bury you with warm seed that there isn’t any way you cannot fall pregnant.
“Such a hungry pussy, mommy. You’re doing so good.”
It was all too much to handle. Your pussy continues to leak with arousal, coating your thighs and his bedsheets entirely. You’ve unable to form words at the moment and only continue to babble or moan, but it was okay with Jungkook. He knew that only he knew how to fuck you this good.
“I know you already have a son, mommy, so I hope we have a daughter. She’ll be so cute just like you.” Jungkook laughs gleefully, his cock springing in and out of your wet core. “And if we have a son, I guess we’ll have to try again.”
Jungkook forces a hand between your legs, teasingly tapping your swollen clit. It was sickening how wet and overstimulated you were.
“Only I can fuck you, mommy. Say it.”
You can’t - not now. Not with how well you were being fucked - completely used like a ragdoll.
“Say. It.” Jungkook hisses, his wet hand grabbing your throat and forcing you up against him. “Say that you belong to me, mommy.” Jungkook pressed, his demeanor changed entirely. His thrusts are punishing.
“Only…to…you…” you force out, clenching pussy milking his cock for everything you wanted from him.
“Only mine to fuck, right? You won’t be a whore and cheat on me, right, mommy?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your throat. “You’re so fucked out and drunk off of cock that you’d say anything.”
Both hands grip your breast, but still Jungkook plunges his cock inside of you. It isn’t as though you’re in his college dorm with how disrespectfully he fucks you. But neither of you care - you’re drowning in overstimulation.
“Look at you, mommy. So fucked out and squirting all over me.” Jungkook chuckles. “I’ll ruin your life if you ever think you’re going to leave me and give such a sweet pussy to someone else.”
“It’s too much, Kookie.” you let out another squeal as another high bubbles up.
“I bet it is.” Jungkook spats. You don’t even realize what he’s saying to you - you were so cute. “You aren’t going to leave me. Say it.”
“I-I’m not going to leave you, Kookie.” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut yet again as you cum all over his sloppy cock. He was going to cum right in your pussy like he always does.
“F-Fuck.” Jungkook stutters. His eyes dart to the corner of his room and he smirks, the camera well hidden and only for him to see. The amount of footage he has taken on this exact bed could not compare to the footage of you he has - only for his eyes only, of course. Or, to blackmail you if you ever did decide to leave him.
Warm cum shoots right into you and you sigh, letting out a soft cry.
You want to say you don’t know when the last time you bought yourself a morning after pill.
But you cannot - because you never had. Your son was going to be graduating college soon and here you were purchasing a morning after pill.
You should be ashamed of yourself and the amount of carelessness you’ve managed to put yourself through in the last few weeks.
You managed to not get pregnant after Dash, and now you just couldn’t stop fucking.
Jungkook has fucked you on every inch - of his side - of the dorm room. Against the wall, in the surprisingly clean bathroom while you and he bathed - an act that caught even you off guard. You were so dick drunk that you rode him until he was begging you to let him cum - it was insane.
You managed to sneak out before the sun rose and went to the nearest convenient store to be judged by a middle age woman.
You close your eyes after you swallow the pill. You rest your head against the cool window and let out a soft sigh.
Was this where your life came to? Fucking Jungkook and allowing him to treat you like a cumbucket whore?
Your phone sounds so loud that it startles you. The name on the phone causes your eyebrows to shoot.
“Dash’s Dad” is labeled and instantly you want to scream. It was not the right time.
“What?”
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.”
The voice irritates you instantly.
“I’ll be landing soon.”
“And…you’re telling me for what?” you snicker. “Call an uber.”
He sighs. “Are you always this cold, Y/N?”
“Dash is in college.” you sigh. “You don’t need to call me anymore to get in contact with him.”
He does - only because he and you both know Dash won’t answer. Maybe it was the thought that counts.
“I was thinking I can stay at yours.”
“Hell. No.”
Your hand squeezes the phone. To think this man had the audacity-
“Why? Found yourself a man?”
“Why the fuck is that any of your business?!” you snap.
“That means no.” he snickers. "I'll be staying at the house that I've bought. But..." he trails off. “I was thinking we can go to dinner. Talk, you know?” he speaks.
“There’s nothing for us to talk about-”
“While I’m paying his tuition, yes there is.”
That was low. Dash didn’t even know that, nor were you going to tell him. It was a part of the agreement you made with his parents. They assisted with funding Dash while he went to college and in return, he would do the same for the son he barely had any interest in raising.
Until now apparently.
“What do you want?” you snicker with a shake of your head. “You want to come around out of nowhere and pretend to be a family man?”
“I’ve been trying-”
“You tried when he was 15.” you interrupt. “You promised to see him but haven’t done anything but send a check. Do I have to remind you that you missed his high school graduation or…?”
This is why you avoided speaking with him for so long. It ended with you being pissed at the memories of your son being disappointed time and time again.
“I’m trying, Y/N. Can you give me a little grace?”
Inhale.
Exhale.
“I’ll be expecting for us to go to dinner-”
“I’ll cook instead.” you interrupt. You didn’t want to even be seen with that man.
“Fine.” he scoffs. “Then we can discuss some things.”
You don’t even want to know at this point. Was it bad to wish that whatever plane he was on would crash and only he would be the one to not survive it?
“Whatever.”
“Bring your little boyfriend, Y/N. I know someone as graceful as-”
You hang up the phone before he can continue to piss you off.
You’re unsure why your mind drifted to Jungkook at the thought of “boyfriend”.
trivia-yandere: okay so like, not so much yandere yet but as you can see we're planting seeds... :3
part five think this was only supposed to be four parts
Currently thinking about hungry vampire women…specifically vampire mistresses…
No seriously like just imagine her being so caught up with different issues all week and she hasn’t been able to properly feed herself
Sure she had a sip here and there, or a blood bag or two, but it wasn’t near enough for that ravenous ache in her middle
That’s until an unlucky maid (or lucky depending on your freak😏) is practically yanked and pinned against the wall
The mistress is looking down at her, mouth dripping with saliva and belly quivering with every eager grumble from the constant neglect
The maid doesn’t even bother fighting back, it’s not like she can anyway, as she offers her neck to the starving creature above her
The bite was rough, needy, as the mistress’s teeth sank deep into the maid’s flesh, digging for the artery she so desperately needed
Her belly accepted the meal with the deepest of gurgles between each swallow, demanding more than she could take in one mouthful
She pressed closer against the maid, her grip tightening on the girl’s wrists as her knee involuntarily went between the maid’s thighs
The maid didn’t know if she should scream in pain or moan in pleasure, the vampire’s venom already deep in her system, her thighs clenched tightly around her mistress’s knee, grinding softly to stimulate any type of friction that would help the heat that suddenly rushed her body
If anything the arousal made the taste of her all the more addicting…
The mistress forced herself to pull back, whining softly as her belly groaned in disappointment, she wanted more, *needed* more, but she could tell from the girl’s heartbeat that she was at her limit
She licked the wound softly, sealing it shut while also taking one last taste of what was to come later
She finally looked at the maid face to face, blood coating her chin all the way down to her cleavage
“Meet me in my chambers at night fall. Don’t be late.”
