The Prank || jjk
❃Pairing: f reader x Jungkook ❃Genre: Sub!Jungkook, 18+M, 3.5k words, oneshot ❃Synopsis: It all started off as a prank until your baby boy surprised you with pretty black silk panties. ❃Warnings: noona kink, pranking, baby boy kink, teasing, handjob, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, sub!jungkook, dom!reader, hair pulling, biting, rutting, whining, crying, teasing, edging, masturbation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, Kook in PANTIES BECAUSE I’M WEAK FOR HIM AND MY FINGERS TYPE WHAT THEY WANT sorry not sorry. This was edited quickly.
“Noona? Are you mad at me?” Cautiously Jungkook walks into the bedroom completely at a loss as to why you’ve been ignoring him all day. When he tries to come closer, you still don’t reply. He seems perplexed, not really sure what he might have done to garner this reaction from you. A small pout begins to form on his lips, and he paces back and forth a few times before walking back out of the room.
You almost break your composure, grabbing at your heart to hold back the ache you feel. There was no real reason for your anger. You were in a mood to tease your baby boy and making him extra pouty sounded like fun. The problem was that you were too weak for his reactions. His sweet mouth and doe eyes always did you in, and he knew it. Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for his return.
You can hear him shuffling in the other room, walking back and forth mumbling to himself. It was too cute, but you wait, knowing that the reward you’d give him would be worth it. Your eyes train back on your book as soon as you hear him enter again. When he walks in this time, his head and shoulders are slumped forward dejectedly. He pretends to search for something, but the entire time he’s side-eyeing you attempting to gauge your mood.
“Did I do something, noona? Hmm? Are you okay? Are you hungry? Baby?” He’s getting desperate, coming to kneel before you, tipping his head this way and that, distressed because you still haven’t answered him. You bring the book up higher, almost to your nose, but he still manages to find a way to sneak his head into your space, whiny and nosing along your neck.
“What did I do? Noona! Please don’t be mad. Please tell me.”
You shift in your seat, turning the opposite direction and then you sigh out in frustration. Just from the tiny whimper he releases, you can tell he’s breaking, and it’s getting even harder to hold the facade. He wraps his arms around your waist, small tugs urging you to turn back and face him, but you hold your ground.
Feeling insecure and guilty, he lays his head on your lap and wraps his arms around your legs. He’s sitting on his bottom, legs swept neatly to the side, and you can’t help but want to sneak a peek. You know he won’t see you, his head is turned in the opposite direction, so you quietly you look over your shoulder and it makes you want to cry. His beautiful luscious hair falls in cascades over your lap as he hums softly into your skirt. Gently the pads of his fingers skim up and down your calves and it's when you feel wetness soaking into the material of your skirt that you break.
“Are you crying, Gukie?” At your voice he whips his head in your direction, excited that you’ve finally acknowledged him, but the expression on his face makes you feel like the worst human being on earth. His sweet innocent eyes are full of tears, trails of the liquid lining his soft angelic cheeks. His mouth is turned into the most anguished frown, pink lips trembling. He bites into his bottom lip to control himself, to hide his emotions, but it’s clearly written all over his precious face. And in that moment, you hate yourself for thinking you could prank him in such a way.
You act quickly, heart already torn into a million pieces, stomach flipped upside down with the feeling of regret. “Oh, baby...my sweet baby. Come here.” You pat your lap and he doesn’t wait for further instruction. He jumps up instantly and like a koala he wraps himself completely around your body. He’s holding you so tight, you can barely breathe, but you ignore it; you deserved not to breathe after what you’ve done.
“Nooon..N-noona...I thought...I- ..I didn’t..I’m sorry..”
He’s completely beside himself, hiccuping and whining his apologies into your neck. Unable to stand seeing him in this state, you grab a handful of his hair and gently pull him back to face you. “Stop apologizing...shhh. Baby, it was my fault. You did nothing wrong. I was just playing with you. I’m not really mad. I could never be mad at you.”
He blinks away his tears as best as he can, and a glimmer of a smile starts to appear when you cradle his face in your hands and begin giving him kisses all over. You kiss his nose, cheeks, eyes, chin and even his ears. Soon little giggles are flowing from his lips and his body rocks back and forth with excitement. You grip his hips to still him causing him to open his eyes wide and give his full attention to you. “You’re not mad at me?”
You tuck a rebellious piece of his hair back behind his ear and smile at him tenderly. ”No, never ever. How could I be? You’re my precious angel. You never hurt me or make me mad. Don’t ever doubt that, okay? You’re such a good boy...noona’s good boy...” Your words trail off and so do your fingers; across his cheeks and down to his neck.
When you stop to wrap your fingers around the delicate skin, Jungkook swallows hard, a small sob leaving his lips. “I’m your good boy...” Your fingers tighten slightly, momentarily shocking him. You press your thumb into the column of his neck and pull him close enough to touch your lips. “That’s right, baby. Don’t you forget it. We can’t have you being a bad boy and disappointing your noona, now can we?”
He shakes his head, adjusting himself on your lap, thighs tightening their grip around your hips. He jerks forward once, and you raise an eyebrow surprised at how quickly you can make him fall apart. “So pretty. Look at my sweet boy. Do you like it when your noona claims you, hmm? Are you all mine?”
“Yess...noona..only yours…” he croaks out, and your thumb presses into the tender spot with more force. A lustful gaze consumes your features, and Jungkook rolls his hips once more.
“Show me, doll. Show me how good you are...how pretty you are for me.”
Jungkook feels the heat travel up his neck to his face and he hides himself in your neck. “Noona, please don’t make me.”
“What do you mean, don’t make you? Have you been a bad boy?” You’re curious about his sudden shyness wondering if he did indeed do something that he should not have. He’s never denied you before.
“Is that why you thought you were in trouble, angel? Have you been a bad boy? What have you done?”
“Please don’t be mad...please...please..pleaseee…” He begs against the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing and nipping his way up to your ear. You stop him, pressing your fingers into his thighs. “You’d better show me or I’m going to get upset.”
You try to sound threatening, but the way his tongue tickles your delicate flesh has you losing focus. “I’m not a bad boy..I’m not...I promise. Don’t be mad, noona. PLEASEEEEE.”
His strength being greater than yours, he pushes against your grip and begins to roll into you slowly and sensuously, his length rutting perfectly against your stomach.
Biting your lip, you hold back the curses you want to say, feeling lost in the sensation that is Jungkook crying out in need for you. “Nooooooonaaaa…my noooona...mine….mine….”
He whines out when you pull his hair roughly causing his neck to stretch back in discomfort. “You’re not going to win this, little one. What the fuck did noona just ask you to do? Do you think that acting like a little desperate slut is going to save you? Such a naughty boy. On your knees.”
You smile when you see his neck flush red. He swallows hard and quickly shuffles to his knees in front of you. His hands are behind him and his legs are spread open. You sit up on the couch and look down at him, happy to see that his head is hanging low between his shoulders in obedience.
“I’m going to give you until the count of three to tell me what you’ve done. I wasn’t mad before, but I am going to be very upset if you keep secrets from me. Spill.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and now you’re even more curious what he could have done.
“One.” Silence. “Two.” Still nothing. “Thr--”
“I’m wearing your panties.”
You stop cold, unsure if you’ve heard him right. Dragging your bottom lip across your teeth, you sit up straighter coming to the edge of the couch. “You what?”
He flinches at your tone, positive that now you really had a reason to be upset with him. “I-...”
“NO..no..I heard you. Fuck. Show me.”
His head jolts up in panic. How could he show you when he was already so embarrassed that he had to admit it to you. Not wanting to push your anger further, he whispers a tiny okay before standing before you.
Nervously he begins unbuckling his pants, but you stop him. “Shirt first, then pants.”
He’s biting his lip so hard he’s sure he’ll bleed, but he does as you ask. At first he struggles, fingers shaking from his emotions. He may be a little embarrassed, but he was also extremely aroused that you would be seeing him like this. Undoing the button, he slides the material of his black jeans down to mid thigh.
The view before you leaves you speechless. His strong thighs bulge as he shifts in place. The contrast of his muscles against the frilly black silk material barely covering his cock sends a surge of arousal down to your core. You almost forget to breathe, sure that if you speak you might make a fool of yourself. He really was so fucking beautiful.
You come even closer and he can feel your breath fanning over his hot length. His cock is straining against the soft material, the tip peeking over slightly, a bead of pre-cum sitting prettily on the slit. Your movements have him shaking, unable to control his body.
“Look at you, my god. You’re such a fucking dirty little boy. You look really pretty, Guk-ah.”
If your words were any dirtier, he’d cum on the spot. You’re so close to him and he’s confused as to whether or not you’re upset. You weren’t acting like you were, but his arousal clouds his mind and he doesn’t really know what he should do. He’s extremely turned on and if you didn’t touch him soon, he’d die.
“Are you mad?” He hides his face in his hands and his abs tighten due to the strain he’s putting himself through.
“No, I’m not mad. Why did you do this?”
He peeks out between his fingers and you can barely make out what he says, but listen intently nonetheless. “I did it for you. I want to be your good boy. Please…”
“What are you begging me for, Guk-ah? Hmmm?”
You watch as his body trembles and smile when he bucks forward in desperation when you graze your nails over the panty right where his balls are neatly tucked into the thin material.
“Fuck..noona….I can’t..”
You pull him forward roughly with your hands on his ass, and he has to reach out to steady himself against your shoulders. “I like this...a lot. You like this too, don’t you? Do you like being my dirty boy? Look at you...so soft….delicate...gorgeous….”
He can’t handle your praises, but he had nowhere to hide, completely exposed before you. Your hand rubbing over his cock has him seeing stars. The feel of the silk and your strokes against his sensitive length make his stomach twist in need. He’s eagerly responding to your touch, but you want to drag it out for as long as possible.
His soft moans and cries are so pretty, high pitched and whiney; you’re addicted. He’s getting more relaxed, swaying in tandem with your movements. His eyes are closed and the salty liquid coating his slit starts flowing out of him in greater amounts.
“Nooona--gah..I’m...close...please…”
You stop immediately knowing you weren’t ready to let him cum. He seeks you out in question, standing pigeon-toed at the way you scrutinize his body. “Come. Come to your noona.”
You pull him by the hand back onto your lap. He looks absolutely stunning, face fucked out and panties all soaked. You would think this was all a dream, except he’s yours...all yours. Skimming your fingers over his chest, he sits on your lap, hands placed neatly on his thighs. You take your time driving him insane, scratching your nails over his tender nipples and muscled abs.
“Would you like to please your noona, baby?” He nods eagerly and you smile. “Good boy. I’m going to ask you to do something for me, and I know you can do it because you love me. You do love me, don’t you?” Again he agrees, shutting his eyes when your hand stops just above his cock.
“I doo...I love you sooo much...I need you…”
“I know you do, baby. But this time, you’re going to have to wait. You know you’ve done a bad thing by wearing this sexy lingerie without permission. You should know that being a tease is not nice. Only whores tease. Are you a dirty little whore, baby?”
Even though his intention was not to be disobedient, being a tease was, and being your little whore even more. “I-”
“Cat got your tongue, huh?” Wanting to ease him out of his shyness, you pull the band of the panties back and let them snap back against the head of his dick. He cries out and without realizing, grabs your arms in reaction. His hold is tight and you like how even though he could tackle you to the ground and destroy your pussy, he restrains himself. Sliding your hand past the band, you cup his balls and lightly caress over the large vein throbbing on his member.
“I’m sorry, puppy, but you’ve been much too quiet. I’m starting to suspect that you did want to get me angry, and that you wanted to get punished for it.”
When you wrap your fingers around his cock he jerks his hips forward and lets his head fall onto your chest. “YES! I did...I’m sorry..please.”
You tsk lightly running a finger along the back of his spine as you tug at him mercilessly. You continue your actions, enjoying how he breaks down before you. His groans reverberate against your neck, now his comfort zone. You don’t relent, twisting and turning him easily with the slick of his cock, edging him closer to his high. The friction from the silk material and your hand has him keening. When he bites into your shoulder and twitches his thighs, you let him go, watching as he shudders. His hands on his thighs, he releases a slew of curse words against your skin, and you chuckle.
“That was for being a desperate little liar.”
He starts to whine, nearly crying when you tease the head of his cock with your index finger. You slowly wind around it in circles and he’s unable to keep his hand where they should be, needing to wrap them around your shoulders in search of an anchor.
“Baby boy?” You whisper against the shell of his ear and he groans in reply. “I’m not going to get you to where you want to go. Because you seem to be so desperate, even disobeying your noona, you’re going to make yourself cum.”
“Mmm..ngh…” He mumbles cutely, his throat scratchy from all the heavy breathing.
“Don’t be a brat. Show noona what a good boy you are.”
He brings his head up and places his forehead against yours looking deeply into your eyes. He’s beyond aroused, eyes dilated and face flushed in distress. He begs you softly, turning his face in order to steal a kiss. You allow it and he smiles happy that he can get away with getting what he wants. As he begins kissing you, his hips take on life, aching to get himself to his ecstasy.
His tongue glides against yours, and with each roll, he sobs out in pleasure. You rub your thighs together, desperately in need of calming the heat that grows with each and every thrust Jungkook delivers. He’s completely wrecked rutting faster and faster against your stomach.
“My good boy. You feel so good. Are you going to cum?”
“Yes...yes...y- oh god…”
“Don’t you dare until I say so.”
“O--kay, but noona..please...I can’t..I--”
“You’d better, or I’ll get up and leave.”
“NO! No..please…” His strokes slow down, but his breathing is ragged and sweat coats his brow. He rotates his hips in circular motions slowly and you reach your hands around to grab his ass. Helping him, you press him into you harder, and Jungkook is so close to breaking down he’s crying.
“There you go. You’re so good. I need you to help me now. Can you make me feel good?”
“Yes..please. I wanna make you feel good.” He pouts cutely and you kiss him before adjusting yourself on the couch so that your head is on the arm rest and Jungkook fits himself between your legs.
“I want you to kiss you noona in her special place. Be my good boy and make me feel good.”
He doesn’t delay quickly hiking up your skirt only to find that you aren’t wearing any underwear. He delays for a moment, but your eyes prompt him to continue. The panties he still has on keep rubbing against his skin and as he adjusts himself onto his belly, the pressure on his cock makes him lose concentration. Your beautiful cunt is right in front of him and the smell of your arousal puts extreme stress on his control.
He tests the waters, dipping down to lick you up once. You shudder in reaction and suddenly he feels more in control. Hooking his hands under your thighs he pulls you closer, mouth devouring you eagerly. He continues his assault, pushing his tongue into your opening, tasting you and using the friction of the material beneath him to bring himself closer to his high.
Your hands in his hair eggs him on, and when you tug at it, he groans into your heat, sending shockwaves down to the tips of your toes. You begin to push up into his mouth, holding his head down, heels planted firmly to the cushion below you for leverage.
He moans, gets more desperate and is so close, but he won’t let go, not until you say. “Just like that...fuck...you’re soo good...soo good...right there..”
You let his hair go in favor of pulling your own, so lost in the bliss his mouth gives. The slurping sounds filling the room excite you further, and when he pulls your clit between his teeth, you know you’ve lost.
“Guk-ah...cum..NOW!”
He hears you loud and clear, working his hips faster as he brings a finger into you right as your high hits you. He drives the digit in, adding another in return for the punishment you’ve put him through. He plunges them in and out faster and faster until your hips rise up off the couch as your orgasms hit you in succession. Detaching from you, he gets on his hands and knees and jerks himself in desperation quickly reaching his high.
Weak and exhausted, you fall back down only to see Jungkook’s position. His head is dipped down, shoulders flexed and back arched as he releases himself all over the pillow beneath him. When he empties himself entirely, he pushes the pillow down to the floor and slinks between your legs to place his head on your belly.
“Fuck..Guk-ah, you did such a good job. So good for me...I love you.”
He nuzzles into your stomach, arms wrapping around your waist and he moans out in complaint. “I’m always a good boy. You punished me for nothing.”
“I what? Excuse me, but are you going to complain about how this prank turned out because from what I saw, you benefited greatly.”
He turns his head to smile at you and shakes his head no. Biting his bottom lip, he slides his chin down and begins to suckle on your skin leaving little purple bruises in random spots . You lay there enjoying his attention, lazily running your fingers through his hair.
“That’s what I thought.”
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