Jungkook’s newest obsession with vlogging turns into the two of you making your first sex tape together.
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - 18+ established relationship au, smut MDNI
wc -3.3k
Warnings - filming sex ofc, lotss of kissing, pet names, big d jk, marking, biting, oral f. and m. receiving, dom jk, fingering, breast play, unprotected sex, crying, praises, riding, missionary, cumming on body, rough sex, overstimulation, some filthy cum play, they're jst really cutee ((
a/n - every time I think I’ve already written the most filthiest thing I could, I somehow come up with something even more ridiculous 😔 oh n I also plan to post one more fic by this week hopefully!!
The staff guides you to Jungkook’s room and leaves after opening the door for you. You gently push the door open and step inside to find Jin walking out from the living area. He breaks into a smile greeting you before telling how impatient Jungkook’s been waiting for you all day.
Your excitement dims a little when you realize your surprise clearly isn’t a surprise anymore making him laugh. He explains that Jungkook found out you were coming earlier in the morning from one of the staff.
You end up laughing while Jin leaves dramatically rambling about being fed up of Jungkook's camera. Needless to say that the world has been witnessing Jungkook’s current obsession in real time. For the past week he’s been recording absolutely everything.
Once the door clicks shut, you take off your shoes and sit on the edge of the bed.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens. Jungkook steps out wearing a black tank top and black shorts. His hair is a little damp, water droplets slide down his neck and toned arms.
He holds his camera in his left hand absentmindedly checking the screen.
The moment his eyes land on you, you stand up and practically run to him. Jungkook drops the camera onto the nearby couch and catches you as you jump into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Fuck baby, I was waiting for so long,” he breathes against your neck inhaling your scent.
“I wanted to surprise you,” you pout lightly. “Jin oppa told me you already knew I was coming today.”
Jungkook lets out a soft laugh and pulls back to look at your face.
“I can still act super surprised if you want."
You roll your eyes and your pout fades as he leans in and kisses you. The kiss quickly turns hungry as his lips move against yours with weeks of built-up longing.
Jungkook moves carrying you in his arms. One hand reaches out to place the camera on the stand in front of the bed, adjusting it quickly until it faces both of you properly.
A giggle slips from you immediately.
“New vlog?”
Jungkook grins against your lips.
"With your cameo.”
You shake your head fondly while he sits down on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap. His hands slide down to grip your waist as the kiss grows nothing but more messier.
“I missed you so fucking much."
You pull back to reply the same. “I missed you too,” you take his cheeks between your hands before placing so many more of your kisses.
His hands roam around touching you everywhere. sliding down to grip your ass, then moving back up. “Your tour’s going really well,” you try speaking in between. “Everyone’s doing so good.”
Jungkook hums against your mouth, clearly distracted. His lips trail down to your neck sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. you throw your head back, letting out a breathless moan.
His thumb brushes over your breasts, making you shiver.
and your eyes suddenly drift to the side.
“kook...” you breath out. “your camera..”
Jungkook slides his tongue deep into your mouth before pulling back to speak against it.
“What about it?”
Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You both know exactly what’s happening. although you trust Jungkook with your entire soul, the idea of being recorded like this makes nervousness and arousal swirl together inside you.
“You want me to stop it?”
His fingers remain under your top as he waits for your answer.
You bite your lower lip with a little hesitation, but the heat in his eyes and the way your body is aching for him takes over and you slowly shake your head. Jungkook’s smirk is pure sin as he bites your earlobe.
“Good girl."
His hands pull you down harder against his growing erection. mouth crashing back onto yours. you kiss him back just as desperately, your hands sliding up to grip his biceps, feeling his new muscles flex under your fingers.
You start grinding slowly on him. the thin fabric of your pants rubs against him and you can feel everything.
You know he isn’t wearing anything underneath because you can feel the outline of his cock rubbing perfectly against your clit through your clothes.
“fuck... I missed you,” Jungkook’s words come out husky against your lips. “missed you so fucking much, baby.”
wet sounds fill the room as your tongues slide together. his palm is hot against your waist. the other squeezes your ass harder, encouraging you to grind down on his cock.
Jungkook pulls back to tug your top up. You lift your arms for him and he yanks it off. His eyes drop to your chest and his dick twitches at the sight of you wearing his new design.
He curses deeply as his eyes darken the more he takes you in. “You planning to kill me, princess?”
Your breathless laugh quickly turns into a surprised gasp as Jungkook flips you over—caging you in with his arms like you're his prey.
His mouth finds your neck much rougher this time. marking across all over your throat and collarbones.
You squeak with a small laugh when he bites a little too roughly on your shoulder.
“Koo—!” you gasp, half-laughing, half-moaning.
Jungkook chuckles against your skin but doesn’t stop. He soothes the bite with his tongue while his hands slide up to squeeze over your covered breasts.
“You look so fucking good in my design,” he speaks with dripping need. “But I want it off soon.”
He palms your pussy roughly through your pants, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. The pressure makes you jerk against him.
“jungkoo—” your voice already breaks.
He hums in satisfaction while kissing down your body. His lips trail open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, tongue dipping into your belly button before moving even lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and tug them down.
“Look at this mess,” he eyes the large wet patch soaking through your panties. He leans down to press a torturous kiss right over your aching pussy.
“Tell me how much you missed me, baby.”
You whimper desperately. “so much, kook... please… I missed you so much.”
Just as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook rips your panties down your legs before diving in immediately like a starved man.
The first long lick from your entrance to your clit makes you moan loudly. his tongue laps at your soaked folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. The metal of his piercing adds a delicious sensation sending shockwaves through your body with every flick.
Jungkook eats you like he’s addicted. pushing in his tongue inside you. your thighs shake around his head as his deep groans vibrate against your core.
your eyes suddenly drift to the side and rush of embarrassment hits you but this time it only makes you wetter.
you almost whine at the loss of his mouth when Jungkook pulls back with lips and chin glistening with your arousal.
He returns back with his camera, placing it in your hands and adjusting it so the lens faces him between your spread legs.
“Hold it steady for me,” he instructs you before settling back.
your hands tremble slightly as you grip the camera. your pussy clenches visibly under his gaze.
Jungkook smirks at your nervousness before diving back in. his mouth latches onto your pussy again with a new vigour.
He circles his tongue over your swollen clit slowly while he looks straight into the camera lens. and you make the mistake of looking down at the filthy scene. the sight only makes your pussy gush fresh slick onto his tongue.
You moan loudly, struggling to keep the camera steady. The pleasure is too intense as your arms start shaking.
Jungkook pulls back slightly before growling at you, “I told you to hold it steady, baby. I need good footage of me eating this pretty pussy.”
He slaps your thigh lightly as a teasing punishment before pushing two thick fingers inside you, curling instantly against your g-spot while his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit.
A few tears slip down your eyes.
“Kook— ahh— I can’t— fuck!”
“Yes you can,” he chuckles darkly against your fold.
As his fingers pump faster, your thighs tremble violently around his head. you’re barely able to keep the camera focused on him with the pleasure making your vision blur. your back arches sharply off the bed, pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Jungkook groans in satisfaction completely lost in your taste.
He laps at every drop of your release drinking you down greedily.
You try to close your legs.
“koo— too much—”
Jungkook lets out an almost angry groan against your pussy and forcefully spreads your legs wider. his mouth continues making sure he gets every last drop.
Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as broken moans keep spilling from your lips. Only when your body starts twitching hard does Jungkook finally pull back.
He places one last tender kiss on your sensitive clit before lifting his head.
He rises onto his knees between your spread legs and tugs his black tank top off before wiping his chin with it and tossing aside. You try focusing your teary eyes on him.
Jungkook takes the camera from your shaky hands and places it on the bed for a moment. He leans down to kiss you deeply.
“You good, baby?” he asks softly against your lips.
You hum weakly in response. your hands roam over his bare torso, feeling the hard ridges of his abs.
“You’ve gained more muscles…” you whisper out.
Jungkook hums darkly and you feel him flexing his body under your touch.
“You like it?” his eyes locks on yours.
You bite your lip and lean up to biting his jaw in response. “so much..”
Jungkook chuckles as his hands work to remove your bra leaving you completely bare for him. Jungkook’s hands are back on the camera as he sits on his heels between your legs and angles the lens towards your flushed face.
“Is this good, my love?”
You suddenly feel extremely exposed under the camera’s gaze. Your cheeks heat up instantly. You give him a weak nod unable to speak properly.
Jungkook’s expression softens with pure fondness while his eyes stay dark on you.
“You’re really shy about the camera, huh?”
He reaches out with his free hand and gently strokes your flushed cheek with his thumb then drags it to press against your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down.
“So cute,” he murmurs almost to himself.
Jungkook can't resist but place some loving pecks on your cheeks making you both giggle.
“Say hi to my vlog, baby,” he teases.
You whine shyly, trying to turn your face away. Jungkook breathes out a laugh before cupping one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers find your already hardened nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
Your eyes flutter shut instinctively, teeth sinking into your lower lip to trap the moan threatening to spill out.
“Don’t hide those pretty eyes from me.”
You eyes lift to meet his intense stare, the moment you do—he brings his hand to his mouth spitting onto his fingers letting a generous amount of saliva coat them before returning his hand to your chest. He spreads the slickness over both buds, coating and tugging them between his wet fingers making your back arch off the bed.
Your legs squirm restlessly beneath him, thighs pressing together as fresh heat floods your core.
His eyes flick down between your legs, watching the way your pussy glistens under the light.
“You like how I ruin you, don’t you?” he rasps with dark satisfaction.
His thumb eventually leaves your nipple and slides up to your mouth. He presses the pad of it against your lips.
You part your lips as he pushes his thumb inside and immediately start sucking on it—swirling your tongue around the digit like you would his cock.
“So fucking greedy for me,” Jungkook hisses.
The sight of you sucking so eagerly on his thumb while your nipples are shiny and swollen from his spit has his cock throbbing painfully in his sweats.
Your eyes drift down his body to his bulge straining against his shorts.
with a needy whimper, you pull him down by his broad shoulders onto the bed. He lets out a surprised chuckle and you climb over him kissing down his body. Your lips press against his warm skin. You trail wet kisses over his chest, paying extra attention to the beautiful tattoos decorating his skin.
Your tongue traces the lines of his ink, tasting the faint salt of his sweat.
God, you wish you could mark him the way he marks you — leave dark hickeys and bite marks all over his perfect body for everyone to see. but for now, you make up for it by worshipping him with your mouth, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.
Jungkook’s free hand comes to rest in your hair as you move further down.
finally, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tug them down impatiently. His cock springs free, slapping against his toned stomach. The pink tip glistens with precum.
You wrap your lips around the leaking head and suck, too impatient to tease him. Jungkook curses sharply. Your favourite musky taste of him explodes on your tongue and you moan louder around his cock.
You take him deeper right away, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head, working the top half of his length with eager sounds.
Jungkook’s head falls back for a second, momentarily forgetting about the camera in his hand. But he quickly recovers, lifting it again and angling it perfectly to capture the sinful sight of his beautiful girlfriend sucking his cock so greedily.
“shit, baby.. look at you,” he groans. “always fucking hungry for my cock.”
His praises only makes you take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.
Jungkook’s hand tightens in your hair guiding you as he pushes your head down a little more. The pressure makes you gag around him.
“that’s it.. fuck — just like that,” his abs clenching as he watches you through the camera. “my good girl. looking so pretty crying on my cock.”
He starts to thrust up gently, fucking into your warm mouth.
your tears mix with the spit dripping from your chin onto his balls but you don’t stop — you can’t. You want all of him.
Jungkook’s cock twitches in your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. you can feel him getting dangerously close.
but he pulls your head back firmly. a thick string of spit connects your swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock as you gasp for air.
“I need to feel you, baby.. get up here.”
You don’t need to be told twice. while he quickly reaches over and places the camera on the nightstand beside the bed, angling it perfectly to capture both of you, you're already climbing over him.
Your hand wraps around his spit-slick cock, stroking him once before you sink on him. you both moan in unison. Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth biting onto your shoulder.
you whimper, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. He’s so big — always so fucking big that it burns in the most delicious way.
Impatience and pure need take over as you start bouncing on his cock with a desperate rhythm. The slick smack of your soaked pussy taking his cock over and over fills the room.
He pulls you down harder against him, pressing your chests together until your bodies are completely stuck — skin against sweaty skin, your hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
“Give me a kiss.”
You lean in messily, crashing your mouth onto his. moans spill into each other’s mouths. Jungkook thrusts up hard from below, meeting your bounces with powerful strokes that make you cry out into the kiss.
He fucks you like that, reaching you so deep while you ride him like you’re starved for his cock.
Jungkook’s hands slide down to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as he helps you bounce harder.
He bites into your bottom lip.
“My beautiful baby.. keep riding my cock, princess.”
You clench hard around him, a loud broken moan ripping from your throat as another wave of pleasure crashes through you. The way he’s stretching you and filling you so perfectly just makes your mind go hazy.
Jungkook growls at the feeling and he flips you over with ease. your back hits the mattress before your boyfriend intertwines your fingers and resumes with his rough thrusts.
Your legs wrap weakly around his narrow waist trying to pull him even deeper.
“This pussy is made for me. You are made for me... only for me.”
Your heels dig into his back as he fucks you straight into oblivion.
Jungkook swallows every single moan that spills from your lips. His tongue dominating yours while he rails you into the mattress.
“Tell me, baby,” he demands hotly. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Kook—” you sob. “Only for you... only yours—”
“That’s right.”
Your nails dig desperately into the back of his hands. His free hand slides between your bodies finding your swollen clit.
Your eyes roll back as you fall apart again. Your pussy throbs with creamy arousal gushing around his length with a broken scream of his name.
His thrusts become more erratic as he chases his high.
Jungkook blindly reaches for the camera with one hand angling it down at your stomach.
“Fuck.. look at that." He presses his free hand over the bulge in your lower belly feeling his own cock moving inside you. “So pretty, baby. so fucking pretty with my cock inside you.”
He records himself sliding in and out of you slowly glistening with your arousal.
The overstimulation makes you whimper and squirm heavily underneath him. only then does he finally pull out of you.
He kneels between your spread thighs, wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes himself roughly eyes locked on your fucked-out face.
with a husky groan thick ropes of his warm cum shoot across your stomach and tits — painting your skin in sticky white.
You barely have time to process the filthy sight while Jungkook films himself dragging the swollen head of his cock through his own release, spreading it messily over your skin.
He rubs his cum into your nipple and across your belly — dipping the tip of his cock between your sensitive folds to smear some over your clit.
You watch him with hazy eyes and a heaving chest.
Sometimes you forget just how nasty your boyfriend can really be.
“Such a pretty canvas." Jungkook finally looks up at you through the camera lens with a wild smirk.
Keep wanting a writer out there somewhere in the world to write a biker Taehyung smut where he turns out to subby. Like maybe he did something wrong that upset the reader so now she's punishing him on his bike maybe outside behind a club or something.
Idk abt you but I'm a sucker for sub member stuff 🫠
OHHHHHHHHH YESSSS
U unlocked smth in me i never thought i have abt taehyung omg
Im also a sucker for sub bts but this such a good plot omg I LOVE U
Tags: very disgustingly cute and soft nurturing, he slips into subspace, he cries ofc, so gentle and soft, edging, calls her mommy, very suby koo, praising, handjob, alot of kissing, tongue sucking, cum tasting, overly just fluff and soft moment.
Mdni 18+
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Jungkook lies in the middle of the bed, half-buried beneath a nest of blankets and pillows.
He’s on his back, wearing only a pair of soft, worn grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His eyes are half-lidded, watching you with a depth of adoration that still makes your stomach flip. His hair is a messy spill of dark waves against the white pillowcase. He looks… soft. Pliant. Yours.
You crawl onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and settle beside him, propped up on one elbow.
You don’t say anything at first. You just look at him, tracing the line of his jaw with your eyes, the curve of his bottom lip. He lets out a slow, contented sigh, his body relaxing even further.
“Hi, baby,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
A faint, sweet smile touches his lips. “Hi.”
That one word is already a little breathy. You know him. You know the pathways of his desire like the back of your hand.
You lean down and brush your lips against his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, then finally, finally, his mouth. It’s not a hungry kiss. It’s slow, a gentle press, a tasting. His lips part immediately for you, a silent invitation you always accept
You sink into the kiss, one hand coming up to cradle his cheek. Your other hand gently sliding under his neck pulling him even closer. His own hands come up, one tangling gently in the hair at the nape of your neck, the other settling on your waist. He moans softly into your mouth, a low, vibrating sound of pure pleasure.
You pull back just an inch, your lips still brushing his. “My pretty boy,” you whisper, and you feel his entire body shiver under your praise. His eyes, which had fluttered closed, open again. They’re dark, pupils blown wide with want and something else—a deep, trusting surrender.
You kiss him again, and this time you let your tongue slide along the seam of his lips. He opens for you instantly, eagerly. The kiss deepens, turns wetter, hotter. You explore his mouth, sucking gently on his tongue, and he whimpers. It’s a high, needy little sound that goes straight to your core. His fingers tighten in your hair.
You kiss him until you’re both breathless, until he’s squirming slightly beneath you, a faint blush spreading across his chest. You break the kiss, trailing your lips down his jaw to his throat, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses there. He tilts his head back, offering you more, his throat working as he swallows.
“Mommy,” he breathes out, the word shaky and full of reverence.
“Shhh, I know, sweetheart,” you soothe, your lips against his pulse point. “I’ve got you.”
Your hand, which had been resting on his chest, begins a slow journey south. You skate your fingertips over the hard planes of his abdomen, feeling the muscles jump and tense under your touch. He’s holding his breath. You take your time, tracing idle patterns through the faint trail of hair that leads down, down, beneath the waistband of his sweats.
You can see the prominent bulge there, already straining against the soft fabric. A damp spot is darkening the grey cotton. You hum appreciatively, nuzzling his neck before kissing your way back up to his mouth. You claim it again, sucking his tongue into your mouth, and he moans, loud and unabashed this time. His hips give an involuntary little jerk upwards, seeking friction.
You pull back from the kiss, both of you panting. A string of saliva connects your lips for a second before breaking. He looks wrecked already—lips swollen and wet, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.
“So pretty for me,” you murmur, your voice thick with affection. Your hand finally cups him through his sweats, and he cries out, a sharp, choked sound. His cock is hot and hard, twitching eagerly under your palm. You apply the slightest pressure, a slow rub, and his eyes roll back.
“Please, Mommy, please,” he babbles, his hands coming up to clutch at your shoulders.
“Please what, baby?” you ask, even though you know. You love hearing him say it.
“Touch me,” he whines, his voice cracking. “Please touch me.”
You smile, leaning down to kiss him softly, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth for a second before releasing it. “Since you asked so nicely.
With deliberate slowness, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and tug them down, just enough to free him. His cock springs up, thick and flushed a deep red, the head already slick with pre-cum. He’s beautiful like this—completely exposed, completely vulnerable, completely yours.
You don’t take him in your hand right away. Instead, you lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss to the tip, tasting his saltiness. He jerks violently, a broken sob escaping him.
“Mommy… oh god…”
You shush him gently, nuzzling the sensitive underside of his shaft before finally wrapping your fingers around him. He’s silky and hot in your grip, and he feels so perfect. You start with a slow, languid stroke, base to tip, your thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum around his slit.
His back arches off the bed, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat. His hands fly to the sheets, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turn white. “F-fuck…”
You continue the slow, maddening rhythm, your pace utterly controlled. You watch his face, cataloging every flicker of pleasure and desperation. His eyes are squeezed shut, his brows drawn together in intense concentration. His lips are parted, each exhale a ragged pant.
You lean over him again, capturing his mouth in another deep, dirty kiss. You swallow his moans as you twist your wrist on the upstroke, applying a little more pressure just under the head. He’s trembling all over, his thighs shaking.
You break the kiss, both of you gasping for air. “Look at me, koo,” you command softly.
His eyes flutter open. They’re unfocused, hazy with pleasure and something deeper—subspace is calling to him, a warm, fuzzy blanket of surrender just waiting to wrap him up. He’s clinging to consciousness, to you, by a thread.
“There you are,” you croon, speeding up your strokes just a fraction. His breath hitches. “My good, good boy. You feel so perfect in my hand. So desperate for me.”
He nods frantically, unable to form words. A tear escapes the corner of his eye and tracks down his temple into his hair. You catch it with your thumb.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” you murmur, your voice the gentlest it’s ever been. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
You can feel him getting closer. The tension in his body is coiling tight, his stomach clenching, his balls drawing up. His breathing is coming in short, sharp pants. He’s right on the edge, teetering.
And just as you feel the first tell-tale pulse in your hand, you stop.
Your grip goes still, your hand just holding him firmly at the base. You don’t move an inch.
The effect is instantaneous. A wounded, animalistic sound rips from Jungkook’s throat. His hips buck wildly, trying to fuck up into your motionless fist, seeking the release that was just seconds away. But you hold him down with your other hand on his hip, your strength easily overriding his frantic, pleasure-weakened attempts.
“No, no, no, Mommy, please,” he sobs, true tears flowing now. He’s shaking like a leaf, his entire body convulsing with the denied climax. “Please, I need… I need to…”
“I know what you need,” you say, your voice still calm and nurturing. You lean down and kiss his tear-streaked cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead. You kiss him everywhere but where he wants it most. “And I’ll give it to you. When I say. My sweet boy is so patient for me, isn’t he?”
He whimpers, a high, continuous sound of pure frustration and need. The desperate tension in his body begins to ebb slightly, replaced by a boneless, wrung-out trembling. The edge has receded, leaving him floating in a desperate, aching haze. He’s deep in it now—the subspace is clinging to him, softening his whimpers into soft, broken sighs.
“There,” you soothe, resuming your strokes. But they’re different now—softer, slower, almost reverent. You’re not trying to bring him back to the brink immediately. You’re savoring him, worshiping him in this tender, ruined state. You pump his cock slowly, your thumb brushing over the hypersensitive head with each pass, making him flinch and moan.
You kiss him again, and this time his response is sluggish, sweet. He kisses you back with all the devotion in the world, his tongue lazy in your mouth. You suck on it gently, and he melts into the mattress with a sigh that sounds like pure bliss.
You keep this up for what feels like ages—long, slow strokes interspersed with deep, languid kisses where you suck on his tongue until he’s dizzy and pliant. You whisper praise into his skin. “My beautiful boy.” “You take this so well.” “All for me, aren’t you?” Each word makes him shiver.
Slowly, inevitably, you feel him harden even more in your hand, the tension building again. This time it’s a slower burn, a deep ache that radiates from his core. His whimpers return, but they’re softer, more submissive.
“Mommy… ‘m close… again…” he slurs, his words thick.
“I know, baby,” you whisper against his lips. You speed up your hand, your grip tightening just a bit. This is it. You’re going to let him go. “You can come, my love. Let go for me. Come for Mommy.”
It only takes three more strokes.
His orgasm crashes over him not with a violent shout, but with a deep, shuddering sigh of utter relief. His body bows off the bed, back arching beautifully as he spills over your hand and his own stomach in hot, pulsing stripes. His eyes are open but unseeing, locked on yours as he falls apart completely. A single, perfect tear rolls down his cheek.
You milk him through it, your strokes gentling until he’s oversensitive and twitching, soft whimpers falling from his lips. Finally, you release him, and he collapses back onto the pillows, completely spent.
You bring your cum-slicked hand to your mouth, never breaking eye contact with him, and lick your fingers clean. His eyes darken with a fresh wave of exhausted desire at the sight.
Then you curl into his side, throwing a leg over his hips, nuzzling into the warm space between his neck and shoulder. He smells like sweat, sex, and home. His arms come around you automatically, holding you tight even in his boneless state. He’s still trembling faintly.
You press soft kisses to his shoulder, his throat, his jaw. “My perfect koo,” you murmur into his skin.
He turns his head, his lips finding yours in a slow, deeply affectionate kiss. There’s no heat left in it, just a profound, soul-deep gratitude and love. When he pulls back, he’s smiling—a soft, sated, blissed-out smile that lights up his whole face.
“Thank you, Mommy,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
“Always, baby,” you whisper back, holding him closer as the rain patters softly against the windows <𝟑.
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A/N: I actually accidentally posted this 😭😭😭
I can’t redo it again cuz the ask will be removed 😭
But anywho thank u sm for this req!! I love suby koo sm <3 and definitely into mommy stuff
Jungkook comes home to find you suffering from painful period cramps. He takes care of you by bringing food, medicine, and snacks before spending the evening comforting you. Though he can't take away the pain, his love and care make it much easier to bear.
전정국 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | boyfriend!jungkook • comfort over plot • fluff overload • period cramps • cuddling • pet names (jagiya) • chocolate ofc • soft!jungkook • domestic energy • non-idol au
⧽ word count ⋮ 1k Average reading time ⋮ 8 minutes
┈ [ ✉️ ] Hi angels !! This was a request from @snookerdoodle !! And just like I have said before, I have been craving some fluff lately so writing this was kind of healing tbh. But in the end all that matters is that all of you enjoy !! But any-whom !! I won't keep you all too long, happy reading !! </3
Divider creds: @cursed-carmine
Jungkook knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into the apartment.
It wasn't anything obvious. The lights were on, your slippers were exactly where he'd left them that morning, and the television was still playing softly from somewhere deeper in the apartment. But there was an absence he noticed immediately.
You.
Normally, you'd be the first thing he saw after a long day. Whether you were waiting in the kitchen, curled up on the couch, or simply yelling a greeting from another room, you always made your presence known.
Tonight, there was nothing.
After slipping off his shoes and dropping his gym bag beside the front door, Jungkook made his way further inside.
"Jagiya?" he called out.
No response, and his brows furrowed slightly upon that.
A moment later, he was heading toward the bedroom. And when he got there the door was partially open, allowing him a glimpse inside.
His concern immediately shifted into understanding.
You were curled up beneath the blankets, knees pulled tightly against your chest as you lay on your side. The room was dim, the curtains drawn despite the early evening sunlight still filtering through them. A heating pad was clutched against your stomach, and from the slight pinch in your features, Jungkook could tell you were trying—and failing—to get comfortable.
"Hey."
You slowly opened your eyes at the sound of his voice.
The sight of him seemed to bring some relief, your tense expression softening ever so slightly.
"Hi, koo." Your voice came out weaker than normal.
Jungkook crossed the room without another word and sat beside you on the mattress. His hand immediately found your forehead before brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.
"Are you sick?"
You shook your head at his words before replying, "Cramps."
The single word was enough for him. Understanding settled across his features instantly.
"That bad?"
A look was all it took for him to realize how ridiculous that question had been.
"Right. Stupid question."
You let out a quiet groan before pressing your face deeper into the pillow.
For a moment, he simply watched you. The way your body tensed every so often. The way you instinctively curled further into yourself whenever another wave of pain hit.
His chest tightened. He hated seeing you uncomfortable.
Whether it was a headache, a cold, or something as simple as a bad day, Jungkook always wished he could take it away himself.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do about period cramps.
At least, not directly.
"Did you eat today?"
Your silence answered him.
Slowly, he narrowed his eyes, "You didn't."
"I wasn't hungry."
"Because you were in pain."
You shrugged and Jungkook sighed, and without another word, he stood from the bed.
Immediately, your head lifted from the pillow, "Where are you going?"
"The kitchen."
"Why?"
"Because my girlfriend apparently forgot she needs food to survive."
A faint smile tugged at your lips despite yourself, and he pointed toward the blankets.
"Stay here."
"I wasn't planning on running a marathon."
Jungkook rolled his eyes before disappearing from the room.
The bedroom felt strangely empty while he was gone.
You could hear him moving around the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers. The distant hum of the microwave followed shortly after.
A few minutes later, he returned carrying a tray balanced carefully in both hands.
Your eyes widened.
"Jungkook."
"What?"
"There is no reason for all of that."
"There absolutely is."
He placed the tray across your lap. There was soup, crackers, a bottle of water, pain medicine, and chocolate. Along with more snacks than any reasonable person could consume in a single evening.
You stared at the tray then up at him... then back at the tray.
"Are you preparing for a natural disaster?"
"I'm preparing for your period."
"They're basically the same thing."
Jungkook laughed as he climbed back onto the bed beside you.
The sound instantly made the room feel lighter, and for the first time all day, the ache in your stomach wasn't the only thing occupying your attention.
As you slowly picked at your food, Jungkook remained beside you, one arm draped around your shoulders. Every so often his hand would rub soothing circles against your back or squeeze your shoulder gently whenever another cramp hit.
Not because it magically fixed anything, but because he knew that it helped.
And because if there was one thing Jungkook excelled at, it was taking care of the people he loved.
By the time the evening settled into night, you were tucked securely against his side beneath a mountain of blankets. The television played quietly in the background while his fingers lazily combed through your hair.
And when another cramp hit, causing you to tense, his hand immediately found yours.
"Still hurting?"
"A little."
His thumb brushed across your knuckles, "Want me to get anything?"
You shook your head before snuggling closer to him.
"Nothing?"
"This in itself is helping."
Jungkook looked down at you, at the exhaustion in your eyes, the way you were practically melting against him, and the small smile that had finally replaced the miserable expression you'd worn all day.
His heart softened immediately, and he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Good."
You smiled sleepily, and with your head resting against his chest and Jungkook's arms wrapped securely around you, the pain finally felt a little easier to bear.
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There’s something about jungkook’s pretty eyes tearing up that turns you on ❀࿐
Tags: she’s very filthy i had a gay moment there, dacryphilia,Hes pathetic, he cries alot, humiliation kink , degrading, pussy rubbing, cum tasing, he eats her out on his knees, she calls him slut/puppy he calls her Mistress, semi overstimulation,she ties him up, riding, cuming inside, a bit of praising at the end.
Mdni 18+
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“Jungkook.”
You stand before him, barefoot now, wearing only your favorite set; a white pajama—a fitted camisole and matching lace-trimmed shorts. The soft fabric clung lightly to your frame as you looked down at him. You trace the shell of his ear with a single fingernail, cool against his heated skin. He melts, a tiny, involuntary gasp escaping his lips.
“Look at me, baby,” you murmur, your voice a soft tone cut through the quiet room.
His head lifts slowly. His eyes, His usually warm, playful eyes are wide now, showing fear, shame, and a desperate longing. Tears already glisten on his lower lashes, catching the moonlight. He chews on his lower lip, leaving it slightly swollen and red.
“See?” you whisper, crouching slightly so your face is level with his. You brush a falling tear away with your thumb, the pad catching slightly on the dampness. “There they are. Those pretty tears for me. Always so quick to cry, aren’t you? My sensitive little puppy.” The endearment is laced with acid.
He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I’m sorry..,” he breathes, the word barely audible.
“Sorry for what?” You tilt your head, faking innocence. “For being exactly what you are? My pathetic slut who gets hard just from kneeling?” Your hand drifts down, fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw, then dipping lower, over the rapid pulse fluttering in his throat. You feel the tremor intensify beneath your touch. “You like this, don't you? Being down there. Knowing your place.”
Another tear spills over, tracking a slow path down his cheek. “Yes,” he admits, the word thick with shame. “I like it Mistress..” The title sends a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.
“Good boy,” you purr, the praise like velvet over steel. Your fingers slide into his soft, dark hair, fisting gently at first, then tightening until his scalp protests. You see the wince, the subtle tightening around his eyes. Perfect. “Now, open up. Show me that pretty mouth.”
You push your delicate shorts down, followed with your shirt. watching his teary eyes following the movement making you soften at his adorable face.
You stand naked before him, bathed in moonlight and the heat of his worshipful gaze. The cool air kisses your skin, tightening your nipples into hard peaks. But the real heat radiates from your core, slick and demanding.
He stares, completely still, his focus locked between your thighs, watching the way your pussy glisten from the lights. His breath catches, rough in the silence between you. The scent of you making his mouth water slightly.
“Closer,” you command softly.
He shuffles forward on his knees until his face is inches from your damp folds. The warmth of his breath washes over you, making you shiver. You reach down, shamelessly parting your folds with two fingers making his breath hitch.
“Look at how wet you make me, Jungkook,” you murmur, watching his dilated pupils track your movement. “Look how needy my pussy gets for your pathetic little tongue. Does that make you feel important? That your whimpers and tears get me this wet?” You slide one finger through your slickness, gathering it, then hold it up to his lips. “Taste.”
He doesn't hesitate. His tongue darts out, lapping desperately at your fingertip. His eyes close for a second, savoring your flavor – tangy, musky, uniquely yours. A low whimper rumbles in his chest.
“More,” you breathe. “Get in there. Properly.”
You step forward slightly, then lift your right leg, draping your calf over his shoulder. The warm weight of your leg settles heavily against him. Your bare foot presses firmly into the muscle of his upper back, feeling him shiver from your cold foot. Your other foot remains planted firmly on the rug. You are spread wide open before him, utterly vulnerable yet completely in control. The intimacy of the position is searing – the press of his shoulder against your inner thigh, the heat of his face so close to your core.
“Now,” you whisper, your voice thick with your own arousal. “Lick. Like the hungry little puppy you are.”
He surges forward, burying his face between your thighs with a desperate whine muffled against your flesh. His tongue isn't hesitating; hungry, desperate. It laps wide strokes through your folds, swirling over your swollen clit, then sinking deep inside you. The sensation is electric – hot, wet pressure exactly where you need it. His nose nudges your clit as he works, adding delicious friction. The sounds are filthy: slick slurping, his desperate panting breaths against your skin, the soft, choked moans vibrating through you.
“Ohhh, fuck,” you sigh, your head tipping back slightly. One hand remains fisted in his hair, guiding the pressure and angle. The other drifts up to cup your own breast, thumb circling a hardened nipple. “Just like that... God, you are good for something, aren't you? Such a talented tongue on such a useless boy.” You grind down hard against his mouth, seeking more friction. “Does my pussy taste better than you deserve? Hmm? Does it?”
He moans an affirmative against you, the vibration making your knees weak. His hands, which have been clenched at his sides, rise slightly as if to touch you.
“Hands down,” you snap softly. He immediately drops them back to his thighs, fingers digging into his own flesh. “Good. You don't get to touch. You only get to serve.” You look down, watching the top of his head move as he devours you. Watching the way your slick glistens on his chin and cheeks. Watching the tears that are flowing freely now, dripping onto your inner thigh, mingling with your own wetness. The sight is profoundly intimate and deeply humiliating for him. “Still crying?” you coo, grinding harder against his steady tongue. “Is it too much? Does it hurt your feelings that this is all you're good for? Licking my cunt while I put my leg on you?
“Y-yes,”he gasps, pulling back for a split second to breathe, his lips slick and swollen. His eyes meet yours, swimming in tears. “B-but I love it, Mistress. Please... please let me keep going.”
“Because you need it,” you state flatly, pushing his face back into you. “You need this humiliation. You need to feel small and used. Don't you?” You feel him nod vigorously against you, another broken sob escaping him. His tongue redoubles its efforts, circling your clit with frantic precision. Pleasure coils tight in your belly, sharp and urgent. “That's it... cry for me... let me feel your tears on my skin... Let me know how pathetic and desperate you are...” Your voice hitches as he sucks your clit gently between his lips, flicking it mercilessly. “Oh god... yes... just like that... my good little... fuck... slut...”
Your climax crashes over you with burning intensity. A loud moan ripped from deep from your mouth as your body shakes around his tongue. Your thighs close instinctively around his head, holding him prisoner as wave after wave of blinding pleasure tears through you. Your hand in his hair tightens to the point of pain as you grind your pulsing clit against his mouth, milking every last shuddering twitch.
He whimpers, overwhelmed by the intensity, by the force of your thighs trapping him against your core, by the wetness of your release coating his tongue and chin. But he doesn't pull away. He keeps licking, gentler now, cleaning you through the aftershocks as you gasp for breath.
Finally, you release the pressure on his head and lift your leg off his shoulder. Your skin feels hypersensitive, buzzing. You step back slightly, looking down at him. He’s panting, face slick with your combined cum and his own tears. His eyes are glazed, utterly wrecked. His cock is painfully hard, jutting straight up from his lap, flushed deep red and leaking pre-come onto his stomach.
“On the bed,” you command, your voice still husky with spent pleasure. “On your back. Hands above your head.”
He scrambles backwards clumsily on his knees before practically falling onto the mattress. He lies flat, trembling violently, arms immediately stretched up towards the wooden headboard. His chest heaves, flushed pink. His leaking cock throbbing and red.
You walk slowly to the bedside drawer, the soft sound of your bare feet on the rug incredibly loud. You pull out one length of soft, deep crimson silk rope – smooth and cool in your hands. You climb onto the bed, straddling his hips. Your still-throbbing pussy hovers mere inches above his pulsing head. The heat radiating from him is intense.
You take his wrists gently and begin winding the silk rope around them. Tying them above this head on the headboard.
His arms are hugged tight now, leaving his chest and abdomen completely exposed. Utterly helpless. A fresh tear leaks from the corner of his eye as he strains unconsciously against the bindings.
“Shhh,” you soothe, but it’s not comfort. It’s ownership. You trail a finger down the center of his chest, over the rapid flutter of his heartbeat, through the light dusting of his pubic hair, down to where pre-come glistens on his lower abdomen. You gather some on your fingertip and hold it up to his lips. “Taste yourself,” you murmur. “Taste how desperate you are for me.”
He obeys instantly, tongue flicking out to clean your finger with pathetic eagerness. His eyes never leave yours, filled with a devastating mix of shame and raw need.
“You're so beautiful like this,” you say softly, almost tenderly, while dragging your fingernail lightly down the length of his cock. He jerks violently against the ropes, a choked cry escaping him.
“Stay still puppy,” You position yourself above him, guiding the leaking head of his cock to brush against your still-slick entrance. He gasps, hips bucking helplessly off the bed. “Tell me what you are right now.”
“Y-yours,” he whimpers.
“Louder.”
“Yours! Mistress! Please!”
“What are you?" you insist, applying the barest pressure but not taking him in.
“Your... toy!” he cries out.
“A what?” You grind against him slightly, smearing his pre-come against your clit.
“Y-your toy! Your f-fucktoy! Please! Please fuck your toy!”
“Since you asked so nicely...”
You sink down onto him in one smooth, slide. Taking him to the hilt in one deep stroke that punches the air from his lungs and draws a sinful moan from yours. He fills you completely – thick and hot and perfect. The stretch is exquisite after the intensity of his tongue.
“Oh fuckkk” he bellows, back arching off the bed as much as the ropes allow. His entire body tenses, veins standing out on his neck. “Mistress! Oh god!”
You pause for a second, fully seated on him, relishing the feeling of being utterly full of his cock pulsing deep inside you. You look down at his face – eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, tears streaming freely down his cheeks.
“Stay still for me,” you remind him softly, beginning to rock your hips with slow, deep strokes. The drag is incredible, pulling moans from both of you.
“Just me. Filling you up. Using you.” You lean forward, placing your hands flat on his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat hammering against your palms. You start moving faster, establishing a hard, demanding rhythm. Up and down. The wet slap of your bodies meeting fills the room, dotted by his choked sobs and your low moans.
“You feel... so fucking... good,” you gasp, riding him with increasing intensity. Your inner muscles clamp down rhythmically around his cock – milking him deliberately that forces another pained cry from him.
“My perfect little fucktoy. Made to take my cunt.” You watch a tear drip from his jaw onto his collarbone. “Cry harder,” you demand breathlessly, increasing your pace. “Let me see how much it wrecks you... being this deep inside me... being so fucking owned.”
“I can't... I can't...” he babbles, head thrashing side to side on the pillow. His cock feels impossibly hard inside you, throbbing with each stroke. “Too much... too good... Mistress please...”
“Please what?” You slam down hard, grinding your clit against him on the pubic bone. Stars burst behind your eyes. “Please stop? Or please don't stop fucking my pathetic cock like the worthless sleeve it is?”
His raw desperation feeds your own rising climax. The friction is delicious – the thick slide of him inside you, the delicious pressure of his body against your clit with every stroke. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him, a visible shudder shaking his entire frame.
“You want to come so bad, don't you?” you taunt, riding him furiously now, your thighs burning with the effort. Your breasts bounce with each powerful thrust. “I can feel it... that pathetic little cock twitching inside me... begging to spill.” You pinch one of his nipples hard, twisting it. He screams. “But you don't get to come until I say. You hold it back... or I stop... leave you tied up here... aching... empty... forever.” The threat is whispered directly into his ear, hot and cruel.
Panic flares in his tear-filled eyes. He bites his lip again until blood beads. “I'll hold it! I promise! I'll be good! I'll be good!” His voice is shredded with tension. He tries to thrust up into you but your forceful thrusts held him fast. He can only lie there and take it.
“You're never good,” you pant, slamming down onto him with bruising force that makes him cry out. “But you are mine.” You slide a hand between your own bodies, finding your swollen clit slick with sweat and arousal. You rub hard, fast circles directly onto the sensitive bundle of nerves as you continue to ride him with punishing strokes. The deep penetration and the direct clitoral stimulation – is overwhelming. Pleasure screams through your nerves.
“Listen to you,” you moan, your voice breaking as your own orgasm nears. “Whimpering... crying... like a broken thing. Does my pussy feel that good? Tell me”
“Yes!.” he screams, body shaking beneath you. “It hurts! It feels too good.. pleaseee im going to come I can’t hold it!”
“You will.” you snarl, pinching his other nipple viciously. He shrieks. “Hold it. Hold it for me. Show me how desperate you are to please me. Show me how pathetic you are”
The sight of him – bound, tear-streaked, muscles straining against impossible restraint, begging incoherently as you ruthlessly fuck yourself on his cock – is the final trigger. Your climax hit you so hard. A long loud moan tears from your throat as your cunt twitches violently around him, gripping his cock in wave after wave of violent shudder. It’s blinding, all-consuming, ripping through you with terrifying power.
“Now.” you shriek, granting the permission he’s been dying for just as your own pleasure peaks.
His release is instant and devastating. A scream rips from his chest – a raw sound of utter shattering – as he explodes deep inside you. His body bucks wildly against the ropes, every muscle locked in pained pleasure. Hot jets of come pump into your insides as he sobs uncontrollably, great heaving cries that shake his entire frame. You grind down ruthlessly on him, milking every last spurt, stretching the sensitivity longer as his cock pulses and twitches inside your still-clenching walls.
“Yesss,” you hiss through clenched teeth as his orgasm triggers fresh aftershocks in your own. “Give it all to me... every drop... my pathetic little cumdump... cry for me... cry...”
He is beyond words now. Reduced to primal sounds – guttural sobs, choked gasps, whimpering cries that sound like a wounded animal. Tears fall down his face. His body trembles violently with overstimulation as you continue to ride him through the final shiver, drawing out his agony into exquisite torture. Finally, utterly spent yourself, you collapse forward onto his heaving chest.
Your sweat-slicked skin presses against his. You feel the racing of his heart against your ear, hear the ragged struggle of his breath. Your own limbs exhausted. The air reeks of sex and salt tears.
Slowly, trembling slightly yourself from spent energy and lingering pleasure, you push yourself up onto your elbows. You look down at him.
He is utterly ruined. Eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying, staring blankly at the ceiling. Lips bitten raw and trembling. Chest flushed and heaving. Wrists reddened from struggling against the silk ropes. His cock lies nestled inside your folds, smeared with both your juices and the remnants of his release still leaking out around you. Tears continue to fall from the corners of his eyes.
You lean down very slowly and kiss him. A slow, deep kiss that tastes of salt and desperation and absolute surrender. His lips move weakly against yours.
You pull back just enough to whisper against his mouth, your voice hoarse but infinitely tender: “Shhh... My beautiful mess. My perfect boy.” You kiss away a fresh tear. “You took it so well.” You carefully ease yourself off him, feeling the slick slide of his softening cock leaving you, followed by a trickle of warm come onto the sheets between his legs.
You untie the silk rope from the bedposts with slow deliberation, then unwind it from his wrists. His arms flop bonelessly to the mattress. You rub the reddened skin gently where the rope bit in.
“You’re okay” you murmur, pressing another soft kiss to his sweaty temple. You swing your legs off the bed and pad silently towards your ensuite bathroom.
“Stay there, I’ll clean you up ৻ꪆ”
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A/N: thank u sm for requesting more of pathetic kook cuz clearly i love writing abt him lmfao
I carried away a bit this time cuz last one was loved by many so i wanted to spoil yall so good <3
Tags: fingering, praising, hes so sweet i need him. Needy!reader
Mdni 18+
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You crawled across the bed the second jungkook sat on the headboard, sleepily settling on his lap as he let out a breathy laugh. One arm wrapping around your waist while the other held your cheek softly. Pressing against his hard chest as you let out soft noises from how warm and needy you feel.
His hand rested on your hip while he stared down at you quietly for a second.
Soft dark eyes, slightly dazed, lips parted like he forgot what he was about to say the second you climbed into his lap.
“hey baby,” he whispered, thumb rubbing against your waist. “You okay?”
He said it so gently it made you melt, turning your head softly kissing his palm, “ mhm..” You hum as an answer.
God, you want him to touch you everywhere, talk to you with his gentle voice as you grind on his crotch, feeling his cock get hard on your pussy.
Jungkook buried his face against your cheek with a quiet sigh, nuzzling against your skin as he softly bite on your cheek.
“You smell so good baby,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin, “my pretty girl”
You whimper at the pet name, grinding desperately on his cock. Creating more friction between your clit and his jeans, chasing that sweet spot as you feel your panties getting soaked from your wetness.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “So pretty for me.”
A quiet whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.
Jungkook smiled instantly at the sound, he loved hearing every needy little noise you made. He guided you gently by the hips, helping you settle into a rhythm against him.
“Yeah?” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your cheek again. “Need me that bad?”
You only nodded weakly, eyes half-lidded, another soft sound leaving your lips when his hands slide slowly up and down you back to your ass kneading it a little.
“My sweet girl,” he praised quietly. “Always so needy for me.”
You wanted to take his cock out and put it in your mouth so badly, but you’re so sleepy, his gentle voice and praise so soothing and hot, you just want him to touch you for now.
“Please touch me koo.. i need it..” you moan as you guided his hand between your thighs.
“Feel how wet im for you..” sliding his hand into your panties, feeling your wetness soaking his fingers as a shaky grunt left him, followed by a slow, uneven breath.
“Fuck.. baby you’re so wet..” he said in a dizzy tone, followed by his middle finger slowly rubbing your clit. Sharp electric feeling hits your entire body making you arch your back as you feel him rub your sensitive part.
“a-ah please koo ..right there” you sigh in a relieve, “ please don’t stop” moaning into his mouth. kissing him hard enough to make his head tilt back slightly, hands gripping at his neck as you rock your hips on his hand.
Humming against your mouth as his hand slide down, fingers circling your entrance as you rub your clit on his palm.
The kiss turned messy fast. All heat and uneven breathing, mouths barely separating for more than a second before finding each other again.
Jungkook slowly eased his fingers in, pulling back just enough to look at you properly, breaths still mixing between you.
Your eyes were closed, lips parted slightly from the hot kiss, completely lost in the pleasure from his fingers.
Then his other hand slid up to your jaw gently, thumb brushing your soft bottom lip.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he murmured softly. “ i want your pretty eyes on me,”
The way he said it made your stomach tighten.
You looked at him slowly, and Jungkook let out the quietest breath at finally seeing your gaze again, eyes almost crossed as he started sliding in and out of your pussy.
“ ngnnh.. yes please,” you plead so desperately as you feel the tip of his fingers find your sweet spot immediately.
“Yeah? Right here, isn’t it?” His fingers picked up the pace, his eyes never left your face watching your expression melt in pleasure.
Jungkook is so obsessed with your expressions, making his cock throb in need. Begging for your wetness wrapped around him as he thrust so hard and deep inside your sweetness.
But he is determined to make you come on his fingers first, his mouth waters as he thinks about how your pussy tastes on his tongue. Making a mental note to make you ride his face as soon as you come on his fingers.
Moans kept breaking from your lips, messy and breathless, while shaky whimpers slipped out whenever his his fingers rubbed on your g-spot.
Jungkook barely looked away from your face, completely focused on your face like he had one thing on his mind and nothing else.
“That’s it,” he muttered roughly, almost more to himself than you, determination showing in the way his jaw tightened slightly. Feeling you pouring more wetness as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. Your thighs trembled under his touch, the feeling so overwhelming to stay still.
“Koo im so close..” you clung more tightly onto him, rocking your hips faster meeting the pace he set.
“Yes baby I know, i can feel your pussy tightening around my fingers,” his breath shaking as his heart skipped a beat, feeling your wetness pouring down his wrist.
“Don’t hold back pretty. i got you,” he promised, his thumb stoking your clit, thrusting so fast now.
You let out a loud yelp from the added pleasure, can’t even form proper words anymore. Just broken, breathless pleading between your plump lips.
“Don’t stop— please.”you whimper, arms tightening around his neck.“I know baby I know, I won’t stop.. fuck.. just let it go,”
His gentle reassurance and soft kisses on your neck pushed you over the edge as you let out a loud cry. coming so hard on his fingers as he slowly thrust in and out of your pussy.
“That’s a good girl” he whispered on your ear, “so good for me hm?”
His fingers slide out of your pussy, gently rubbing your slit as he wait for you to catch your breath. His hand moved steadily along your back, soothing and warm, while his voice stayed low and gentle in your ear, praising you softly.
“You’re okay,” he murmured against your hair. “You did so well for me. My pretty girl ♡”
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Note: i wanna thank you guys for the 100 followers 🥹 I didn’t expect ppl to find my horny lil acc im so happy, and i hope u liked this one cuz i was feeling so needy for jungkook earlier i had to write smth 🫠
When hoseok makes you look at yourself in the mirror while he fucks you from behind ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚
Tags: this is so filthy… she in subspace🫠, as the title says . Mirror sex, manhandling, hes rough, fingers sucking, praising, she cry a bit, really descriptive creampie, he cums alot like omg, cum tasting, hes so sweet in the end.
Mdni 18+
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You were already soaked from making out earlier. Hoseok settled between your thighs, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds making you shiver.
He took his time kissing your neck sloppily as he squeezed your breasts until you were squirming on your bed.
“Hobaa.. please,” you whine, needing him to put his cock inside already.
“I know, princess,” he whispered in your ears as he slowly slid into you with one smooth deep thrust.
You gasped, arching off the bed as he started immediately moving. A steady rhythmic pace that was almost lazy, Breathing so heavily on your face.
The feeling of his shaft sliding in and out, stroking your sensitive walls was so overwhelming, your eyes rolled back into your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, trying to get him deeper.
“Fuck,” He let out a a soft grunt feeling you squeeze around his cock.
He kissed you, swallowing your moans. His hands were everywhere—in your hair, on your face, gripping your hips to keep his slow, maddening pace. You were getting lost in it, in the feel of him moving inside you, in the heat of his skin, soft wet noises that your pussy makes.
He watched your face change. Seeing your eyes get a little unfocused, your mouth soft and slack. He saw the moment you slipped into that quiet, pliant headspace. He smiled nudging his nose and lips on your cheek.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with affection. He kept the pace steady, rocking his hips into you. Keeping you right there on the blissful edge.
His gaze drifted to the huge mirror in front your bed, and the corner of his lips lifted as an idea struck him.
Then, he slowed. Pulling almost all the way out making you whine at the loss. "Shh," he soothed, kissing your cheek. "I've got you. Turn over."
Rolling you to your stomach. you went easily, boneless. He arranged you on your knees pulling you hips up as you arch your back, his hands wrapped gently around your forearms pulling you back to him, supporting you as your hazy headspace made your entire body weaken.
“Eyes up, princess,” he said softly.
You blinked slowly, dizzy enough that it took you a few seconds to finally look up.
The mirror on the wall was right in front of you. You saw yourself—hair messed up, skin flushed pink, lips swollen. You looked fucked-out and peaceful.
You saw him move behind you. He guided his throbbing cock back inside with one hand as the other locked around your elbows like it was nothing, keeping you still. You moaned, your head dropping for a second.
“Look,” his voice firmer now. Setting a deep and hard pace, his hips slamming into your ass with a sound that filled the room. Your head was too heavy to hold up. Dropping forward, voice so small as you let out incoherent words.
“ i- i can’..” voice vibrating from the force of his thrusts.
He tsk a sound, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling you hard on his chest as his hand help your chin up.
“Open up,” he demands.
You opened your mouth, pushing two fingers inside. They pressed down on your tongue, making you drool on his fingers.
“Suck,” he said
You closed your lips around his fingers and sucked. Applying a weak rhythmic pressure. It was easy. Almost comforting as It gave you something to do.
“Yeahh..good girl”
“Now look at your pretty face on the mirror,” he said pounding harder into you.
You were trapped. In a good way. Your eyes went back to the mirror.
You saw it all. You saw your face, your cheeks hollow from sucking his fingers. Watching the tears that tracked silently down your cheeks from the sheer, overwhelming everything of it. You saw how your breasts bounced every time he pushed into you. You watched his face, a mask of fierce concentration and adoration, his eyes glued to where his fingers disappeared between your lips.
It was a lot. Too much. But you couldn't look away. He wouldn't let you.
“That’s it ,princess” he rasped, His breath was hot on your neck. “Juuust like that. See how pretty you are? See how well you take it?”
He was everywhere. Inside you. In your mouth. In your sight. He was the only solid thing in your soft, dissolving world.
“Good girl,”he rasped, the words vibrating through his chest and into your back. The praise sank into you, warm and steady, even as his thrusts became frantic, losing their rhythm. “Perfect girl. Just like that. Don't look away.”
It happened fast. One second you were lost in the rhythm, his fingers heavy on your tongue, your eyes glued to your own wrecked reflection. The next, a hot, sharp wave curled low in your belly, a clenching, electric pulse that stole your breath and your thoughts.
You didn't make a sound. Your mouth just hung open around his fingers as you held your breath. Your eyes went blank in the mirror. Your body locked up, every muscle tight, and he could feel your cunt pulsing around him, gripping him in waves.
“Oh fuck—” his voice cracked.
It sent him over the edge. slamming into you hard, burying himself deep, and then he was coming. The first spurt hit inside you, hot and thick. He groaned, a low, broken sound, his hips jerking against your against your ass.
It was so warm. So wet. It filled you up spreading deep in your belly. The feeling of it, the sudden wet heat, made your own orgasm kick harder. Your pussy clenched again, milking him, pulling more out of him.
“Shit—“ he gasped. “Keep doing that—“
He kept coming. Long, thick spurts that he could feel pumping out of him. Each one made you twitch around him. Your body kept squeezing, kept pulling. It was like you were trying to take everything he had.
The feeling was dirty and perfect. You were Stuffed. warm and slippery. It was too much to hold. Some of it leaked out around his cock, dripping down your thighs, wetting the sheets under you.
His chest pressed against your back, his breath hot and ragged on your neck. His cock kept twitching inside you, giving little spurts of cum even after he thought he was done. Your pussy kept squeezing back, little aftershocks that made him whimper.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, baby.”
You just stayed there, limp and used, your body still shaking. You could feel everything. The mess between your legs. The wet spot growing under you. The warmth of his cum inside you. The weight of him on your back.
He finally moved. He slowly pulled out, and the feeling made you gasp. Empty. Wet. A gush of his cum followed, warm and thick, sliding out of you and down your thighs.
He turned you onto your back. His eyes went straight to the mess between your legs. His cum was still leaking out of you, a slow white drip that pooled on the sheets. He stared at it. His jaw was tight. His eyes were dark.
“Look at that,” he said, his voice rough. He reached down and ran two fingers through the mess, spreading it around. “Look at what I did to you.”
You looked down. Your thighs were wet. Your pussy was red and swollen. His cum was everywhere, slick and shiny on your skin.
He brought his fingers up to your mouth. “Taste.”
You opened your mouth and he pushed his fingers inside. You sucked them clean. The taste was salty and bitter and him. His eyes watched you, hungry.
“Good girl,” he said. “All mine.”
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You could taste both of you mixed together. It was filthy. It was perfect.
When he pulled back, he was smiling. Soft now. His eyes looked almost doe-like, open and unguarded, filled with affection. He brushed your hair off your face.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
You shook your head. Words were still hard.
“Good.” He kissed your forehead. “Let's get you cleaned up ᡣ𐭩.”
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A/N: holy… this was so intense and im very proud of this one cuz it really effected me lol just honest emotions here.
Tags: okay.. introducing my humiliating kink with koo, he can’t stop calling her ma’am, humiliation kink, hes very pathetic and is exactly where he wants to be, riding him, she calls him a dog once, she nudges his cheek with her foot lol, she slap him once, a bit of choking but not much, he cry a bit, semi edging, he cums inside, hes in love ᰔ.
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The scent of vanilla candles and expensive floral perfume clings to the pink silk sheets of your bedroom. You sit perched atop Jungkook, your thighs gripping his muscular hips as you slide up and down his length. The friction creates a wet, rhythmic sound that echoes in the quiet room. He lies there, eyes wide and glazed with obsession, his chest heaving beneath you.
“You look so pathetic right now, koo,” you murmur, leaning forward to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.
“Yes, Ma'am,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “I'm just your pathetic little toy. Please, just keep going.”
You laugh, mocking sound, and deliberately slow your pace. You grind your clit against the base of his cock, feeling him jump beneath you. You aren't looking for a quick finish; you want him on the edge, trembling and desperate.
“Is that all you’re good at? Begging to come?”
“I love it when you're mean to me,” he whines, his hands clutching the sheets, knuckles white. “I love how you look down at me. Please Ma'am… I'm so close.”
“Of course you love that..” you say.
You shift your weight, lifting your hips high. The sudden loss of contact makes him let out a soft, wounded sound. You slowly cross your legs, draping them over his broad chest. You press the sole of your foot against his cheek, nudging his face with your toes. The contrast of your soft skin against his stubble makes him shiver.
“Do you like this position, you little dog?”
“Yes ma’am..” he moans, leaning his face into your foot, kissing the arch of your sole. “It's perfect. You're so beautiful. Please, come back down. I need you.”
“You need me? Or you just want to come?”
“Both,” he sobs, a single tear escaping his eye. “I want everything you'll give me. I'm yours. I'm completely yours.”
You smirk and drop back down, but not all the way. You tease the head of his cock with your opening, sliding just an inch deep and then pulling back. The squelching sound of your wetness is loud in the room. You watch his pupils dilate, his hips instinctively bucking upward to find more of you.
“Stop moving,” you command.
He freezes instantly, though his entire body shakes with the effort of staying still. His cock is throbbing, leaking pre-cum that smears across your thighs.
“I can’t..” he whispers. “It hurts so bad… Please, just let me slide in."
“You don’t tell me how to play with you.”
You bring your hand down in a sudden, sharp motion, slapping his cheek. The sound cracks through the air. His head snaps to the side, a bright red mark blooming on his skin. He doesn't flinch in pain; instead, he lets out a needy, broken moan, his expression one of pure ecstasy.
“Thank you, Ma'am,” he breaths.
“You're such a freak,” you giggle, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “A big, strong man, and you're practically leaking from a slap. It's honestly embarrassing.”
“I am embarrassing,” he agrees, his voice a strained whimper. “I'm your embarrassing little pet. Please, Ma'am, can I... can I please cum for you?”
You pause, hovering just above him, the heat radiating between your bodies. You reach down and wrap your fingers around his throat, not squeezing hard, but enough to let him feel the boundary. You watch his throat bob as he swallows hard.
“And why should I let you?”
“Because I've been good,” he pleads, his eyes searching yours. “Because I love you. Because I can't take it anymore. Please.., I'm begging you. Let me finish."
“I don't know…” you muse, sliding your pussy slowly over the head of his cock, edging him right to the brink before pulling away again. “I think I like you like this. All whiny and desperate. Maybe I'll just leave you like this all night.”
“No! No, please!” he cries out, his voice rising in panic. “I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just please let me cum. I'm going to lose my mind.”
You laugh again, the sound cruel and sweet. You lean down and kiss him deeply, your tongue sliding against his in a messy exchange of saliva. You suck on his tongue, pulling it into your mouth, before breaking away with a wet pop.
“Fine,” you whisper. “But you do it exactly how I want.”
“Yes, Ma'am! Thank you, Ma'am!”
You slam your hips down, taking all of him in one deep, forceful thrust. He lets out a loud, painful scream, his back arching off the bed. The friction is intense, the tight walls of your pussy gripping his shaft with every movement. You begin to ride him with a frantic, punishing speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“Come.” You demand.
“I'm... I'm coming! Ma'am, I'm coming!”
He moans, his voice breaking as he comes inside you. You feel the hot pulses of his cum hitting your cervix, the sheer volume of it filling you up. He shudders violently, his muscles locking up as he pours himself into you, his face twisted in a mixture of agony and relief.
As he collapses back into the silk sheets, breathing heavily, you don't move. You stay seated on him, feeling the slow throb of his afterglow. You reach down and pat his cheek condescendingly.
“Good boy,” you say.
He looks up at you, eyes swimming with devotion, completely spent and utterly defeated.
“I love you so much..”he whispers.
“I know you do,” you reply, leaning back and smiling. “Now stay still. I'm not done playing with you yet ❤︎.”
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A/N: i love sub kook sm <3 tell me if u guys want more of suby kook
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