I'll feed your ego, baby (if you give me something sweet)
Show Pony, make it burn - series masterlist here
pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x reader (afab, gn pronouns, no use of y/n)
length: 1.8k
genre: smut, fluff
warnings: affectionate talk of Jeongguk's ego lol, uuuuh it's abt his tattoos guys can't lie that's the whole fic, it's based on this
smut warnings: fingering, overstimulation, tiny bit of choking with his hand and a fuck ton of proper chokehold action, little bit of pussy slapping, mirror sex, creampie, aftercare, let me know if I missed anything xoxo
a/n: I'm genuinely having the most stressful nightmarish time of my life and am doing very badly so lets all think abt jk's biceps ig. anyway this is actually a random part of a bts ot7 series that I'm an inch into writing but lets ignore that for now
"What are you looking at?" Jeongguk asks coyly, and you lean back against the bathroom mirror thoughtfully.
"Not much," you respond idly, and he shoots you a grin, his gaze flickering over the towel that you have wrapped around you as you sit on the counter in front of him.
"Not much, huh?" he teases, stalking forward, his own towel slung low around his hips. The bathroom is still warm, humidity clinging to your skin in the aftermath of your shower, and a dull little ache settles between your legs. His fault, you remind yourself.
"You're so pretty when you lie to me," Jeongguk continues, wedging himself between your thighs and letting the towel shift upwards, your skin warm under his hands.
"You're so easy," you taunt back, and he smiles lazily.
"You're pretty when you're mean to me, too."
"You always say that," you sigh wistfully, pressing a couple of kisses to his jaw as he tilts his head to give you better access.
"It's always true," he insists, hands squeezing your thighs gently and trailing further up.
"I hope you're not getting lost down there," you murmur against the skin of his jaw, nipping a bit with your teeth, and his hands slide further under the towel.
"No, I know my way around," he responds easily - and you think, not for the first time, that maybe someone should take his ego down a notch or two.
But then his fingers are pressing against your inner thigh, higher and higher, and you just sigh and let your forehead rest against his shoulder.
"Thought I was the easy one?" he taunts - and maybe you'd normally have a quip to shoot back, but his fingertips find your cunt, sliding along your folds and coaxing a contented little sigh from your mouth, instead.
"You are easy," you insist breathily, and he hums, his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing tight little circles that have you squirming on the bathroom counter.
"I'm ok with that," is all he offers, his other hand tugging at your towel until it pools on the counter, pulling it away from you.
Your breath hitches, your thighs twitching as you grab his wrist to stop his thumb on your clit.
"What, baby?" he asks gently, his movements halting now. And his eyes - big, Bambi-like eyes look down at you like you hung the moon in the sky.
"You know, you've already worn me out," you say coyly, teasing enough that he relaxes again. "I really don't have much left in me."
"Do you have one more?" he coaxes, pressing his thumb a little firmer, and you arch against him a bit. His other hand comes up to palm your tits, gripping and tugging at your nipples gently until your thighs close around his hand.
"Maybe just - one," you allow.
"I can take one," he insists - and you think that it might be what kills you one day, his laser-sharp focus and determination.
"Yea, but -" you start, holding his wrist again. "Don't you want it to be on your cock?"
That, admittedly, makes him freeze. He looks down at you a bit desperately, eyes dark and hooded - and then he's pulling away completely.
The sound of protest, though, is only halfway out of your mouth when he yanks you off the counter and spins you around, pinning your back to his chest with a firm grip on you - one hand on your hip, and the other loosely on your throat.
"You're so good to me," he says, his voice low as he presses a kiss to your temple. You'd answer him if you could, but his hand drops from your hip down to press two fingers into you, and the pace he sets is hard enough that all you can do is let out little gasps and moans.
At some point, he'd clearly pulled off his own towel, as well, and you can feel his length against your lower back as he presses closer to you, purring sweet little bits of praise into your ear as his fingers stretch you out, an embarrassingly wet sound filling the bathroom.
You can't take your eyes off it, you find - his arm, endless tattoos trailing down it all the way to where his fingers disappear into your cunt. You moan at the sight, closing your eyes and turning your head towards him, knowing that you really will cum too soon if you keep watching.
Thankfully, he gets the message, pulling his fingers out and very gently slapping your clit a couple times just to see you jump - laughing at the sight.
That ego again, you think distractedly.
But then he's crowding against you more, pushing you down so that your chest is against the counter and kicking your legs apart gently with his foot.
The marble's cold against your skin, your nipples pressing against it and distracting you just enough as Jeongguk taps the head of his cock against your clit - sensitive already.
When you keen, rocking up onto your toes to try to get away from it, he just braces a hand on your lower back to keep you still.
"Poor thing," he says mockingly. "You worn out yet, baby?"
"Not quite," you respond in a big, shaky exhale, and the head of his cock prods against you as a reward, pressing into you just enough for you to feel the size of it before pulling away.
"I'm already stretched out from earlier, you know," you taunt, hoping he can't see the way you bite your lip to hold in a moan - hoping he's too distracted by the sight of your cunt dripping onto his cock to look in the mirror. "I don't know how big you think your dick is, but -"
Frustrating at times, yes, but your boyfriend's always had something to prove - always needs to show that he's good enough, taking care of you well enough, attending to your every need.
It's the same tick in his jaw he gets now when he grabs your waist hard, pushing into you in one firm thrust until his hips press against your ass and you choke on a moan.
"Stretched out, huh?" he says breathlessly as he sets a hard pace, both hands on your hips now pulling you back into his cock as he hammers into you. Your hands grab at the counter, cold marble against heated skin as you take it. "Nah. You're still squeezing me so fucking tight."
He hauls you up, then, one of his hands tight on your hip as the other locks around your neck in a mean chokehold, keeping you arched against him as he fucks you hard enough that your legs shake.
The angle that he has you in now has the head of his cock hammering against the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back, and your hands desperately grab onto his arm for something to hold onto.
"Look at yourself, baby," he says breathlessly, his lips right by your ear, and you see it in the mirror - his arm locked around your neck, your hands on his bicep and forearm as his tattoos press against you. You can feel the strain of his muscles as he tightens his hold, and the way that it makes you clench around him has him speeding up.
He's drilling into you now, bruising thrusts as his other hand finds your clit and his fingers rub a quick back and forth - an action that has you keening and gasping, endless sounds pouring from you.
"You feel so good," he groans, his thrusts faltering only slightly as you clench around his length, and then he doubles his efforts until your legs nearly give out and you're held up only by his arms around you. "So good for me. Watch yourself, baby - look how pretty you are."
You're not sure how much listening you're really doing, though, when all you can feel is his arm against your throat, and all you can see is the way he surrounds you, his inky, decorated bicep wide and flexed under your grip as you paw at him.
"Jeongguk, I'm - I -" you start, unable to really get anything sensible out. He just moans in your ear, his fingers firm and unrelenting on your clit as he feels your cunt flutter and squeeze around him.
"Yea, I know," he pants. "Come on, baby - cum all over me. Let me feel it."
You think, very briefly and distantly, that cumming on his command can't be good for that untouchable ego of his - but your orgasm rips through you, and you just moan, grabbing onto any part of him that you can as he continues hammering into you, babbling out endless praise for you.
"You're so good," he gasps, kissing along your neck between muffled words. "So pretty when you - fuck - cum for me. You want it, baby? Tell me you want it."
"Please, I -" you try to speak, the overstimulation thrumming through you as his grip on you tightens, holding you against him so that he can rut desperately into your dripping cunt. "Please, cum in me - please -"
He bites down on your shoulder when he cums, muffling his own moans as he slams into you one last time and slows to a grind, hot spurts of his cum filling you as you whimper and clench around him.
As you try to catch your breath, trembling and panting, his arm finally loosens around your neck and moves to your waist, holding you up.
You're pliant in his arms as he pulls out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the tender feeling, but then he's spinning you around and picking you up, lifting you back onto the counter so that you can lean your back against the mirror and catch your breath.
Some of his cum has begun to drip out of you, pooling between your thighs in a sticky mess, and Jeongguk makes quick work of getting a warm, damp towel to begin wiping everything away.
"We need another shower," you mumble, eyes hooded - thoroughly rung out by him.
"Hm," he hums as he drags the towel gently across your skin, as tender as he can be where you're sensitive. "Sure thing, babe. I just gotta make a quick appointment first."
"What?" you ask in confusion, trying to blink away some of your tired fogginess. "That's what you were thinking about while we had sex?"
"Nah," he grins, throwing the used towel somewhere on the floor and crowding against you. "I was just thinking… maybe it's time to add to the sleeve."
He flexes his tattooed bicep in front of you playfully, and you close your eyes, leaning your head back against the mirror and fighting a smile.
ok expanding on this poly satosugu hollywood au that I mentioned but,,,
the three of you meeting as awkward little art kids in university and crashing in each other's dorms and studying together. all of you having these big lofty dreams that you're sure will never come true, but it's nice to dream together. gojo tells you about how he's going to become a famous actor, and geto talks about how he'll be a cinematographer, and you promise to keep in touch when you're a successful director.
you and geto helping gojo rehearse lines before performances. geto recording screen tests for him. gojo acting out your scenes so you can make sure they're well written. just the three of you falling in love with art and life and your futures (and one another, hopelessly)
and then the three of you sticking together after school because it's hard to make it in this industry (and because you're all desperately in love) and it's nice to have someone to lean on and something to fall back on
and then finally making it !! becoming hollywood's favourite throuple. gojo talking about how he only wants to play characters that you've written because no one gets it like you do. geto talking about how he only wants to film gojo because no one looks like he does or has the presence that he does. you talking about how you only want geto to shoot your movies because no one has his eyes and no one understands what you're after like he does. and the three of you just dominating the industry together
I also think the sex tapes you three could make with all those skills put to use in your big luxury hollywood home would go crazy, but that's probably a different conversation
save me satosugu hollywood au,,,,, satosugu hollywood au save me,,, anyway nsfw below the cut but I don't know why I'm so obsessed with this
"You're not looking at the camera, baby," you remind Satoru sweetly, and he keeps his head tipped back against the back of the couch as his hips buck up into your hand.
"How can you even tell from down there?" he asks airily, and you tighten your grip on his cock, unmoving, watching as his hips jerk up and he fucks himself into your hand.
"Director's eye," you say easily. "I didn't know you were this bad at following direction."
"Yes you did," Suguru says evenly, sitting on the coffee table and watching the spectacle through his phone screen, palming himself through his sweatpants as he speaks. "He never listens to you."
"Not - true," Satoru breathes, his words halting as you press a kiss to his tip, licking up a bead of precum.
"No, it's true," you muse easily, continuing a trail of sloppy kisses down his length. He groans, a hand wrapping around your wrist and holding you steady as he fucks himself into your hand faster.
"Pushover," Suguru scolds you, still watching the live recording as you kneel a bit straighter and watch Satoru begin to come apart.
"But doesn't he look pretty like this?" you muse as you watch him. Suguru scoffs from where he sits behind you, one of his hands reaching to grab your hair and yank.
"I thought I was supposed to be in charge?" you ask mildly, but there's a wavering sort of quality to your voice now as Suguru keeps his grip firm, urging you forward and towards Satoru's cock.
"On set? Always, baby," Suguru says, voice level. "But I think you might need some help here, yea?"
You shake your hand out of Satoru's grip, and he makes a keening sort of noise as he's suddenly left untouched.
"Don't look so put out," Suguru says kindly, keeping a tight grip on your hair as you brace your hands on Satoru's thighs and take him into your mouth, letting him buck his hips up until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat.
"See?" Suguru continues, guiding your movements, still watching through the phone screen. "I think you'll like this part very much."
