Needy; Jjk (m)

needy; jjk (m)

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summary hiding his feelings when you didn’t even know his name was hard. hiding his neediness and obsession when you finally did know his name and you were his fucking girlfriend? impossible. good thing you like him needy.

⋆𐙚 based on this request !

pairing nerd!jk x cheerleader!(f)reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, fluff, angst(?)

genre strangers(ish)2lovers, established relationship

word count 4.4k

content jk 18 | yn 18, needy jk, tease y/n, introv angel bf extrov protective gf, pet names; baby/bunny etc, oc pretends to be mad at jk, hes a nervous whiny mess, jk eats the pussy like groceries, fingering (f rec), cum eating, soooo much praise, jk comes from eating her out 😭 hes so pussy whipped deadass

a/n plsss all the needy subby jk requests i got LMFAOO... it's like y'all know me too well 🥹 i decided to turn this into a proper oneshot bc i have some other ideas for this couple in the future (likee maybe their 1 year anni plans as mentioned in the piece??) lemme know what u think 🖤 mwwah

“Hi, lovie, I’m here.”

Your boyfriend’s soft voice floated through the doorway of your bedroom, but you kept your eyes glued to your phone, pretending not to hear him.

Tomorrow was your one-year anniversary with Jungkook, and knowing him, there was no way he’d forgotten. He probably had it marked in one of his two color-coded fucking calendars, your sweet little nerd.

He had just finished robotics club, a bit later than he’d originally planned, and even though you were sad you couldn’t spend as much time with him as you’d hoped (since you had early cheer practice the next morning), you understood. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t tease him a little, though.

You kept scrolling through Instagram, not really paying attention to the pictures on your feed, knowing full well that Jungkook was expecting you to greet him like you always did.

"Baby?" Jungkook hummed curiously, closing your door gently behind him as he padded over in his sock-covered feet and sat on the edge of your bed.

You felt him sit down, the bed dipping slightly under his weight, and a moment later, his warm hand slid over your leg that was tucked under the blanket. You moved your leg away just enough for him to notice.

Jungkook froze, his frown evident as you continued to ignore him.

You had to bite your lip to keep from breaking into a smile. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his face drop immediately, his brow furrowing in concern, and it tugged at your heart—but you weren’t going to give in just yet.

Contrary to what everyone at school thought, you were the one who had pursued Jungkook.

It had all started when you were late to class one day, and the only empty seat was next to him.

You felt him stiffen the second you sat down, but he didn’t look up. His grip on his pen was so tight that you half-expected it to snap. You pouted a little, wondering why he was so tense.

Twenty minutes into the class, as you were glaring in frustration at your algebra textbook, you felt a soft tap on your arm.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asked quietly, his voice hesitant, but his concern was clear. His bunny teeth just barely grazed his bottom lip as he spoke, and you found yourself staring for a moment longer than you should have.

"Yeah," you sighed, blinking yourself out of it. "Thanks," you mumbled, turning back to the mess of numbers on your notebook.

But the confusion must have been written all over your face, because after a few more moments, he spoke again.

"Do you need help, Y/N?" he asked, his voice even softer this time. “I could, uh, run over it with you? N-Not that I, like, know more than you or anything! I just… I really like algebra a-and—“

You couldn’t help but smile when you looked up at the nervous boy. “You know my name?”

Jungkook blinked, freezing for a second as his eyes widened. "Uh—yeah. We, uh, we share a few classes," he stammered, then winced. "That’s so creepy, isn’t it? Jesus—"

You chuckled, your head tilting in amusement. "No. It’s sweet. What’s your name?"

He looked down at his book, swallowing slightly before glancing back up at you. "Jungkook."

“Jungkook,” you repeated, letting it settle on your tongue. It was a cute name. And now that you were really looking at him—he was cute too. The big glasses, the way his ears turned red when he blushed, the way his hand trembled slightly when he flipped a page in his notebook. God, he was really fucking cute.

"Thank you, Jungkook," you said, giving him a sweet smile. "You’re really nice."

You watched as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. He cleared his throat slightly and flipped his textbook open again, trying to suppress the surprise when you scooted your chair closer, dragging your notebook over toward his. His fingers fumbled over the book, flicking the pages to get back to where you were up to.

"God, Jungkook, you’re already almost done?" you gawked at the neat scribbles filling his page. “No, it’s okay, I’m not going to ask you to go back and—“

“I want to,” he interrupted quickly, his eyes widening slightly as if he was surprised by his own boldness. “I’d like to help. Really. Please?”

You shook your head, laughing softly at how genuine he was.

"So sweet," you sighed, looking back down at your notebook and moving your pen away so he could take a look at the equation you were stuck on. “Okay, so this one…”

Jungkook leaned in slightly, peering at the problem before nodding in agreement. "Ah, yeah, that one’s particularly difficult."

You stared at the back of his head, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. When he glanced back at you, looking confused by your silence, you couldn’t hold back your laugh.

“You’re such a fucking liar,” you snorted, shaking your head.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red, and he shook his head profusely. “No! Really, i-it’s—I struggled with that one!”

You laughed harder at his terrible attempt to lie. “You can’t even say that with a straight face, oh my god, Jungkook.”

“Yahh…” he chuckled in defeat, looking down as the tips of his ears burned red.

Of course he was lying. He didn’t struggle with a single question. But the last thing Jungkook would ever do was make the girl he’d been pathetically crushing on since freshman year feel bad about it. Not a fucking chance.

The next algebra class you shared, you made sure to arrive on time, and just as you expected, Jungkook was already seated, engrossed in his notes, his pen caught between his bunny teeth. You walked over to the empty chair next to him, waiting for him to notice you. It didn’t take long.

"Oh," Jungkook mumbled around the pen in his mouth before quickly pulling it out, blinking up at you in surprise. "H-hey. How are you?" He asked awkwardly.

You smiled, setting your textbook down gently on the free desk before responding. "I’m good, Jungkook," you nodded, glancing at the empty chair beside him before looking back at him. "Is anyone sitting here?"

"Of course not," he blurted out almost instantly, mentally cringing at how fast he responded. Whether you took that as an 'of course not, please sit next to me' or an 'of course not, nobody would sit there'... both were fucking embarrassing.

"Good," you just smiled, sliding into the seat and starting to set up your things.

Jungkook swallowed, his eyes fixated on your perfectly manicured fingers as they rummaged through your bag, neatly placing your books and pens on the desk.

"You’re really gonna sit there?" he asked once he snapped out of his daze that the scent of your sweet perfume put him in.

You looked over at him curiously. "Mhm," you nodded, noticing how his eyes darted nervously toward your usual group of friends on the other side of the room, all of whom were staring at you like you had grown another head. Jungkook's gaze flickered back to you, uncertainty in his eyes when you continued. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," he said, this time softer, his voice barely above a whisper.

You bit your lip, suppressing a grin as you nodded with a hum, finishing setting up your things.

You sat by him in the next class. And the one after that. Soon, you realized you shared three whole subjects with him, and you made sure to sit by him in each one. You quickly discovered that he was the funniest, dorkiest, and cutest boy you’d ever met. You fell hard.

It didn’t take long for you to realize Jungkook had fallen for you, too. He wore his feelings on the sleeve of his cozy sweaters, and you knew from the way he fumbled with his words and blushed whenever you got too close that he was never going to make the first move. So, of course, you did.

He became your baby. You adored how clingy and needy he could be, even though he tried to hide it at first. But, like you said, he was terrible at that. When you told him you loved it—and even found it really fucking hot—he blushed profusely, of course, before he let it show a lot more.

In the beginning of your relationship, you insisted he sit with you and your friends at lunch. You even told him to bring his friend Taehyung with him.

To their surprise, most of your friends were way nicer than they’d expected. Their preconceptions about popular cheerleaders and jocks were quickly proven wrong. Sure, there were a few assholes that hung around… but you took pleasure in shutting them down the moment they even looked at your boyfriend or his friend the wrong way.

Jungkook was yours, and everyone knew it.

A warm hand squeezed your leg gently, as if hoping to get your attention. “Baby, please, what’s wrong?” Your boyfriend whined softly, desperation creeping into his voice.

You blinked, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, glancing down at your phone but still not responding.

Jungkook shifted beside you, his head lowering to rest on your thigh, his warm face nuzzling against your skin through the blanket. You saw his brows furrow from the corner of your eye, his worry almost palpable as he let out a soft sigh.

“Are you mad at me? F-for coming home late?” he whispered, barely audible.

Your heart clenched at that. You could hear the rising panic in his voice, and it was taking every bit of willpower not to drop the act right then and there. The way he said coming home like your bedroom was his home… fuck.

Just one more minute. He was so adorable when he was pouty.

When you still didn’t respond, a quiet sniffle reached your ears. Jungkook’s grip tightened around your leg as he curled up against you a little more. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, baby, talk to me,” he begged, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t ignore me.”

You couldn’t hold out any longer. When you looked down at him, his big doe eyes were glassy, and his trembly lip was caught between his teeth.

“Oh, my baby,” you chuckled softly, finally setting your phone aside and reaching down to stroke his hair.

You felt his panic melt away the moment your fingers threaded through his soft locks. He blinked a few times, his eyes fluttering shut as he soaked in the feeling before sitting up.

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked, his voice small, his pout deepening as his gaze locked on yours, full of uncertainty.

Your hand fell from his hair as he stared up at you with those big, glassy eyes, and you bit your lip as your head shook gently. “I’m sorry, my love,” you murmured softly, your lips curving into a small smile. “I was just kidding. You’re cute when you pout.”

Jungkook blinked at you, slightly shocked by your admission, his eyes darting around the room in confusion as if he was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. After a pregnant pause, he crossed his arms over his chest, glancing away with his cute little pout.

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out as you grabbed his hand. He didn’t resist, letting you hold his hand, but he still refused to meet your eyes, his lower lip jutting out adorably.

You groaned softly at his cuteness. "Come here, you big sookie," you coaxed gently, tugging him toward you with a playful smile.

He huffed dramatically, but you could already see the corners of his lips twitching. The battle was lost when he glanced back at you, and before long, his pout broke into a big, bunny grin. You laughed softly as he tugged off his classes and threw them on your bedside table before happily climbing up onto the bed. He crawled under the covers and into your arms without hesitation.

His Lincoln Park tee and joggers carried the light scent of the cologne you’d bought him for his birthday, mixed with a slight hint of sweat from his long day at school and robotics. So fucking good.

You pulled the blanket up over the both of you, and he buried his face in your neck, his body instantly relaxing as he melted into you with a contented sigh.

"Missed you so much," he mumbled into your neck, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

You hummed in response, threading your fingers through his hair, enjoying the way he clung to you like he couldn’t get close enough. "I missed you more, baby."

Jungkook chuckled softly against your neck, and your brows furrowed at the unexpected sound. When he didn’t say anything after that, you playfully pinched one of his butt cheeks through his pants. "What’s funny, hm?" you teased.

He just smiled into your skin, shaking his head cutely, trying to nuzzle further into you as if he could hide. But you weren’t letting it go that easily.

"Baby," you laughed in confusion, leaning back to get a better look at him. His nose scrunched as he tried to follow the warmth of your skin, but you held firm, narrowing your eyes playfully. "Why did you laugh? You don’t think I missed you?"

The second Jungkook saw your pout, his expression turned serious, his wide doe eyes filled with concern. "No, of course not," he said quickly. "You did, but… you didn’t miss me more than I missed you. That’s all."

You deepened your pout, feigning hurt as you tilted your head at him. "What do you mean, bunny? I thought about you all day..."

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed pink, and he looked away, his arms tightening slightly around your waist. He was quiet for a second too long, so you gave him a gentle poke in the belly, urging him to speak.

"Baby," you warned softly.

"W-well," he stammered, his eyes flicking nervously back to yours, "when you sent me that cute mirror selfie from cheer today..." His voice trailed off, looking adorably embarrassed.

You raised an eyebrow, still confused as to why he was so flustered over a selfie. You sent him mirror pics all the time. "Mhm?"

"I really liked it," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he cleared his throat. "A lot."

You bit back a smile when you caught on. "And?"

"And I, um…" Jungkook shifted, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink as he finally admitted, "I had to… jack off in the bathroom. Before robotics."

Your pout deepened dramatically, eyes widening at his admission. "What? You didn’t call me? I could’ve helped you."

Jungkook’s face was practically on fire now, his eyes darting away. "Y-you were already at practice! I didn’t want to bother you."

You sighed softly, shaking your head as you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his body relax into your touch. "Baby, I would've answered," you cooed softly, your tone playful. "You know that."

He nodded sheepishly, burying his face back into your neck, "M'sorry," he muttered, his voice a quiet whisper against your skin as he hugged you even tighter.

Your heart—and other parts of you—clenched at the thought of your needy boyfriend getting off alone in a bathroom stall. You stayed quiet for a moment, letting him rest on you, before you let out a dramatically long sigh. You felt Jungkook shift in your neck, his gaze heavy on you as you glanced up at the ceiling in faux annoyance.

"Ba-" he gulped when he saw your expression. "Baby?"

"Yep?" you responded, pretending to roll your eyes, feeling him tense up at your reaction. You bit back a smile.

"I’m-" he stammered, immediately flustered, his voice thick with worry. "I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you. Don’t be upset, please—"

"I’m not," you hummed, shifting your gaze to meet his wide, worried eyes. "Or… I won’t be."

His brows furrowed, lifting his head from your neck, eyes searching your face, waiting for you to tell him what to do to make it up to you. Anything.

You tilted your head, blinking up at his pretty face. "Wanna make it up to me, bunny?"

"Of course," he responded immediately, his hands sliding down from your waist to rub over the skin of your belly that peeked out when your sleep shirt rode up slightly. His eyes were locked on yours, filled with nothing but sincerity, desperation. "Tell me what to do, baby. A-anything."

You hummed softly, lifting a hand from beneath the blanket to gently brush your thumb over his bottom lip, wet from the countless times he’d nervously bitten down on it and swiped his tongue over it. You smiled softly before leaning in, your lips meeting his, and you took his plump bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling gently.

Jungkook let out a relieved sigh, the sound morphing into a quiet, needy whine as your teeth sank in a little harder, his big hands clenching around your sides.

"Okay, my love," you murmured against his lips, your voice soft but teasing. "Get to it then."

He didn’t waste a second. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with need, and he quickly slid down your body, disappearing under the blanket. You couldn’t help but giggle as his warm hands hurriedly slipped beneath the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging down and taking your panties with them in one go.

His breath was shaky, almost trembling with anticipation as he pressed his mouth to your heat, his lips molding against you perfectly. He inhaled deeply, and you bit down on your lip hard when his big nose dug into your core, his breath heavy and hot, like he couldn’t get enough of your scent. His whole body shuddered.

“Fuck, s-smell so good, baby,” Jungkook slurred, his dazed voice muffled against your folds as he pressed his tongue flat against you, licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit. The groan he let out vibrated through your body.

"That's my good boy," you whispered shakily, your fingers sliding through his hair as his tongue swirled messily over you. “You love it, don’t you? Love the way I taste, huh, bunny?”

Jungkook whimpered in response, his hips bucking slightly against the mattress as he sucked gently on your clit, his lips soft but eager. “Mhm,” he moaned, the sound vibrating against you as his tongue moved faster, greedier. His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, holding you in place like he was afraid you’d take it away from him.

“God, you’re so good, baby,” you praised, your breath catching in your throat as he buried his face deeper into you. “My perfect boy, a-always make me feel so fucking good.”

The praise made his whole body tremble. A whiny moan vibrated against your core as he grew more frantic, more desperate. His nose pressed hard into your heat, his tongue flicking relentlessly over your swollen clit. He alternated between quick, teasing licks and long, slow strokes—just like you had taught him—grunting every time your hand tugged at his hair in approval.

“Well done, baby,” you cooed breathlessly, your hips rolling gently against his face, urging him to continue. "My smart boy, so good at everything. Best in class… best at eating pussy.”

Jungkook moaned louder, his hips pressing harder into the bed as he devoured you whole. His tongue dipped down to your entrance, teasing it before dragging back up in big, messy circles around your clit that had you gasping. He was getting lost in you.

“I love it,” he whimpered, his voice hoarse, barely coherent as he pressed his face harder into you. “Love the taste. I love it. I love you, b-baby,” he whined, the words muffled as he buried himself deeper into your folds, lapping at you even more sloppily.

“Shit,” you gasped, your hands gripping his hair tighter as your legs trembled uncontrollably. “I love you too, my baby. So much—oh! Yes, baby. Yes, fuck! Don’t stopp, Kookie.”

He groaned in response, the sound almost desperate as he obeyed, his tongue moving faster, more erratic. He couldn't get enough. He was addicted. His lips, tongue, and nose worked together perfectly, swirling around in your wet pussy. Nothing else was on his mind—just you. You coming. You coming on his tongue.

His neediness made your stomach clench, and you couldn’t help but tug his hair, making him whimper and press even harder into you. “Yess, bunny, just like that,” you purred, your hips grinding against his face as you felt the heat in your core build with every messy flick of his tongue.

You moved the blanket, wanting to see him properly, and groaned when you caught sight of his hips rutting shamelessly into the bed as he feasted on your cunt.

"God," you groaned, your head falling back before you lifted it again, eyes locking on his concentrated face. "Love watching you eat your pussy, Kookie. So fucking pretty."

Jungkook’s entire body jerked at your words. His pussy. All his.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, slowing the movement of his hips as he willed himself not to come from just that. Your praise, your taste, your scent. It all took over his senses completely.

His jaw slacked as his big tongue slid up and down your slit, his nose burying into your heat so deeply he could barely breathe, but he didn’t want to. He relished in the way you moaned above him, your body tensing and trembling. His greedy lips sucked your clit into his mouth with a wet slurp, just as one of his hands slipped from your thigh.

He pulled back from your pussy just enough to slide two fingers into his mouth, coating them in his spit before diving back down, lips reattaching to your clit like he couldn’t stay away from it for more than a second. He groaned loudly, the vibration riding right through you.

Your breath hitched when his long fingers pressed gently at your entrance. A whiny sob escaped your lips as they slipped inside you, curling just right, and your knees shook around his head.

“That’s it, baby,” you gasped, your hand tangling in his hair as his fingers thrust into you, each movement deep and deliberate. “Uh! Fuck, Jungkook.” You grunted, brows furrowing in pleasure, "Gonna make me come, baby. Uhhh, fuck!"

Jungkook whined, his hips picking back up uncontrollably to grind against the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling them just perfectly to hit that spongey part deep inside you. He loved the way it felt against his finger tips, a groan slipping from his lips. His tongue flicked over your clit with fervor, completely lost.

“Kookie, I’m gonna, fuck, gonna come, ohhhhgggh! Babyyy—”

"Come on, baby,” he pleaded, his voice rough and muffled, his mouth refusing to leave your clit. “Come on my tongue, please lovie. Want it so bad. Please, baby. Need to taste it."

Your body trembled, and with one final flick of his big tongue, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you as a sob escaped your lips. Your thighs clenched around his head, your hands gripping his hair as you cried out, your entire body shaking as you came.

Jungkook moaned loudly, his hips rutting desperately into the bed as he felt you pulse around his fingers, your juices coating his tongue. He didn’t stop. His mouth stayed latched onto you, licking and sucking, drinking in every drop of your release, groaning as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hands still tangled in his hair as he lapped at you, his tongue swirling around your clit, his moans turning into whimpers as he devoured every bit of your orgasm.

He was lost in it. The taste of you, the scent of you—it was too much. He couldn’t hold back. His hips jerked against the bed, and with a low, needy whimper, he came hard, his body shaking as he spilled into his pants, completely undone by the taste of you on his tongue.

“Good boy,” you cooed softly, stroking his hair as he rode out his release, his fingers still gently thrusting inside you. "My perfect boy. Made me feel so good. So perfect, baby."

Jungkook whimpered again, finally slowing down as he pressed one last kiss to your clit, his tongue lazily licking up the remnants of your release. He rested his head against your thigh, his breathing heavy and ragged, his body trembling as his fingers remained cozily inside of you.

He was still catching his breath, his lips wet with your release, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning back down, pressing one more lazy kiss against your swollen clit.

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, bringing them to his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed as he sucked them clean, savoring every drop. His tongue swirled around his fingers with a soft moan, and you watched, your own body still shaking slightly. He dried his hand on his pants, completely dazed as his body collapsed against the bed, resting his head on your thigh.

You chuckled softly, your fingers still tangled in his hair. “Come up here, Kookie,” you murmured, tugging him gently.

With a sleepy grin, Jungkook crawled up the bed, collapsing beside you with a contented sigh. His bigger frame sunk into your pillows, his soft, shiny eyes locking with yours as he smiled that sweet, drowsy smile. You couldn’t help but grin, swinging a bare leg over his waist, pulling yourself into him and burying your face into the crook of his neck.

Your tongue gently lapped up a bead of sweat that clung to his skin, and you hummed in satisfaction as you nestled deeper against him, your body fitting perfectly against his. “Thank you, bunny. I love you,” you whispered, your lips brushing lightly over his neck.

Jungkook’s body trembled slightly at the feeling, and he let out a soft, breathy sound. The sticky wetness in his briefs didn’t bother him in the slightest; he would stay in it all day if it meant having you curled up in his arms like this.

“Of course, baby. I love you so much,” he replied croakily, his throat throbbing in happiness from its meal. His hand lazily slid up and down your warm thigh, which was still curled tightly around him. “Forever, yeah?”

You nodded without hesitation, your nose brushing against his neck as you nuzzled into him, the comfort of his scent pulling you into a dazy lull. Your lips began leaving a trail of soft, quick kisses along his skin, the kind you knew he loved.

Jungkook hummed in response, relishing each peck. But you could feel he still wasn’t fully satisfied with your nonverbal answer, given the way he poked your belly playfully and rubbed his jaw along your forehead with a soft, needy grunt. His way of asking for more.

You giggled, leaning up to press a louder, exaggerated kiss against his jawline. “Forever, you big baby,” you teased.

His smile widened, eyes fluttering shut in contentment, his hands giving your soft sides a happy squeeze.

That’s more like it.

a/n i couldve gone for more ughh!!! i have so many ideas for themmm 😭 but i wanted to put her out neow. lemme know if u liked it!!! love you

BABY BLUE — PARK SUNGHO

WC: 7.7k(woah?)

PAIRING: Sungho x fem!reader

WARNINGS: bestfriend!virgin!sub!sungho. Hint at dom!Sungho at the end. POCKET PUSSY (^-^). Unprotected sex. Guided masturbation(You help him/kinda take over?helped masturbation?). Watched masturbation(?). Oral(F receiving). CREAMPIE(^-^). Virginity loss(M). Cum eating(M). Never proofread/edited(who’s surprised). nicknames(Yeppi, Sung, Sungie), F2L type beat towards the end.

A/N: think of that ^ Sungho when you read this🙂‍↕️. Y’all already know idk what half the shit I write about is ACTUALLY called you guys get the gist tho… need him so bad…WE NEED MORE SUNGHO SMUT

You groaned for what felt like the millionth time, shutting your laptop closed, leaning back, and letting your head plop on the pillow behind you. Sungho lets out an annoyed scoff, nudging your knee once again to pay attention.

“Seriously Sungho,” You whine out, kicking his knee with your foot. “Can’t we just take a break? My brain is fried. I can't even comprehend what you’re saying!”

“We’ve only been studying for thirty minutes.” Sungho deadpans, pulling you up by your arm. “How to do expect

To pass Bio if you can’t even look at the book for ten minutes and your computer for twenty.”

You look at him with a blank expression, his eyes quivering behind his round frames at the stare.

He finally lets out a laugh and softly shoves your shoulder, “If this is your way of distracting me it’s not working.”

You let out a loud groan, slightly pouting as you open back up your computer pressing on the space bar to wake it up. You wait a couple of seconds, tapping against it when it doesn’t. Then you press the power button, holding it for a few seconds before letting it go. You grow frustrated with the blank screen, your face turning into a scowl as you tap on the bar multiple times. The noise annoys Sungho, rolling his eyes and glancing over to see your face upset and your fingers tapping.

“Are you serious right now?”

“W-What?” You sputter out, in disbelief that he’s blaming this on you. “How is it my fault it won’t turn on?”

“Maybe if you charged it last night like I reminded you? Over text. The text you saw!” He scolds tapping his pencil on his book impatiently.

“Whatever,” You mumble, looking around the room for your bag only to see it near his door, across the room. “Do you have a charger? My bag’s too far.”

He scoffs loudly, now it’s his turn to look at you in disbelief, “You have to be joking… it’s in the last drawer.” He motions to the small bedside drawer he has.

You lean over his bed, peeking over the edge and pulling the drawer open slightly, shoving your hand in to feel for a cord. You grumble to yourself at the large amount of cords you feel, opting to pull it open all the way to pull out the one you need.

What you expected to see was a pile of cords, yes. What you didn’t expect to see was a pocket pussy hidden in the back.

“Damn Sungho!” You look back at him with a large smile, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly. “Didn’t know you were a freak!”

He looks up at you confused, finger coming up to push the frames that were threatening to fall off of his nose. You turn back to the item, grabbing it from the base and taking it out to show you.

“Pocket pussy huh?” You tease sitting back up with it still in your hand, you look at the opening seeing specks of dried cum still on it.

His eyes widen and his face turns red, he frantically shakes his head ‘no’, before he lunges over to snatch it out of your hand while you’re looking at it. He shoves in under the blue knitted sweater he had on, his face redder than before spreading the pink color to his neck and under the sweater.

“It’s not what it looks like!” He says quickly watching as you lean back on your elbows. “I swear it’s not what it looks like!”

“What? Used?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. “Looks pretty busted to me! Must be an avid user huh?”

He trips over his words, speaking so quickly that you can’t even understand what he’s saying while you watch as his eyes water slightly. Though you’re not sure if he does either.

You let out a loud laugh, sitting up again and smacking his knee, “Sungho I’m joking! I don’t care what you do with your fake pussy.”

He goes quiet as you laugh, eyes still watering and threatening to spill tears as he looks at you with a pout, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping a finger on your chin as you lean closer to him. You cause panic in him with the way you’re taking too long to agree. “I won’t!”

He sighs in relief, closing his eyes, “Thank you so much ohmygod thank y-“

“IF!” You interrupt, forcing his eyes to widen again and snapping his head towards you. “If we take a break.”

“We can take as many breaks as you want just please don’t-“

“And show me how you use it.”

His mouth falls open, a confused sound falling out as he watches you shut the books and laptops before gathering them, and placing them on the bedside drawers out of the way.

“Oh come on, Yeppi!” You take his hand in yours, pulling him towards his pillow. He feels tingles running down his spine at the nickname you called him, a nickname that became commonly used in your friend group because of Jaehyun. “We have a deal, right? I won’t tell anyone and you show me? You won’t even notice I’m there!”

You snapped him out of his thoughts when you lay on your side, one arm resting on your hip while your other props your head up. His eyes rake over your body, as much as he doesn’t want to admit, you were so damn attractive in his eyes. A girl he’d always thought of at night was suddenly asking him to show her how he uses a sex toy.

God he could already feel his blood rushing south.

“Promise?” He whispers, sticking out his pinky towards you.

You wrap your pinky around his tightly, eyes lightening up before saying, “I swear on everything, my Yeppi.”

It’s silent between you two as he gulps, letting out a sigh before crawling over to where you were. The toy was still under his shirt as he allowed his back to plop against the mattress, head hitting the pillow before gulping again.

He can feel your eager eyes on him as you wait for him to make a move, not wanting to pressure him. He glances towards your direction making eye contact with you as you let out a giggle.

“You won’t judge right?” He asks softly, tilting his head to the side with a pout.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, unable to handle how cute he looks despite the situation you put him in. Not realizing your mouth blurted out all of those words until now. His head was turning to the side to look directly at you, his soft pink bottom lip jutting out, and his eyes glossy and sparkling. His hair messily sprawled out around his head, yet he looked so perfect. The soft blue sweater against his pale skin made him look heavenly with everything else. The round frames are still resting on his nose but going slightly crooked from the pressure on one side.

“Y/n?” You're pulled out of your admiration for him with his whisper.

You nod, “I won’t judge you Sungie.”

He smiles softly before giving you a soft nod, a small gasp falling from his lips as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. It’s a normal occurrence that happens between you and everyone in the friend group, all feeling comfortable enough to give hugs and kisses on the cheeks or foreheads. But yet he still felt sparks of electricity running through him, it should've been expected, but it still made his body jolt.

He nods again, turning his head away to look down at his pants, seeing an obvious tent that you don’t dare to comment on but he knows you saw with the small laugh you let out.

His shaky hands pull the toy out from underneath his knitted sweater and place it next to him. Pulling up the sweater softly to expose just his stomach before they go down to undo the button on his jeans. He unzips his pants, pushing them down all the way and kicking them off to the side of the bed. Sungho lets out a small sigh at the relief of some pressure. He takes note of how his hard-on is even more obvious but doesn’t want to acknowledge how he’s harder than usual, veins pulsing with want.

His eyes flutter shut when he wraps his hand around himself over his briefs, hand softly squeezing himself as he gives himself a few pumps before digging his palm against his tip.

A small whine comes out from him but he quickly shuts up and mutters, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, make all the noises you want Sungie, be as loud as you want.”

He nods his head, “U-usually I’m still getting myself hard b-but you know…” He clears his throat. “After this I u-uh, take it out.”

He glances over at you in time to see you biting your lip, eager to see him bare. He closes his eyes as he pushes them down, dragging his dick along with them and hissing at the material rubbing against his leaking tip. His eyes are still closed as his cock springs up and lets out a lewd noise when it slaps against his stomach, but despite that, he doesn’t miss the gasp that comes out of you. Sungho pushes them down all the way, muttering something about how he doesn’t like having clothes on when he does it.

Pretty was the one word you could use to describe his dick, long with the perfect amount of girth, a vein running up from the base and ending under his mushroom tip. His shaft is a couple of tones darker than his skin. His tip is a pretty shade of pink, matching his lips while it dribbles precum onto his pale stomach.

His hands go to take off the sweater that’s now sticking to his skin, his eyes flinching open when he feels your hand hold onto his.

“Can I-“ you pause to swallow your spit that’s threatening to drool out. “Can I help you take it off?”

He looks at you in shock. He doesn’t realize how long he is staring until you slowly retract your hand, a soft blush creeping onto your face thinking you went too far.

“No! Please!” He quickly says holding onto your hand, startling you with his sudden outburst. He clears his throat softly, “I-I meant, uh… please. Help me.”

You give him a small smile as you sit up, your hands going to his sides, your hand sneaking under the sweater while the fabric stays put between your thumbs and index fingers. You feel his body shiver, goosebumps leaving behind a trail as you slowly glide your hands up his body and push the fabric along with them. He looks at you with round eyes, staring into your eyes as you slowly run your hands up his body only looking away to help you take it completely off of him.

“You look really good in baby blue.” You whisper tossing the sweater where the rest of his clothes are.

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly before you lay back down on your side.

He looks back down and sees a puddle of precum pooling on his stomach. A blush creeps up his face, embarrassed at the large amount. He’s thankful you don’t comment on it as he brings his hand down, scooping some up and using it as lube. His hand wraps around his length, pumping himself slowly and letting out soft moans. He’s not usually this…wet… he doesn’t know why squelching noises are coming from his hand this early. He doesn’t know why there’s an actual puddle on his stomach. He doesn’t know why his cock is aching so badly to get inside the fake pussy he has, or why the veins on his dick are bulging out and pulsing with need. Usually, he’s not this eager, and you’re the one to blame. The sudden urge to prove he’s good at it takes over his body, to prove he can make a fucking toy feel good and it’s all your fault.

“So pretty,” he hears you whisper, and he can’t help the loud whiny moan he lets out, instantly biting the back of his other hand to shut himself up.

You push his hand away, “Let me hear you.”

Sungho nods softly, obeying instantly and letting his jaw drop as he continues to pump himself. He’s not usually noisy, he can’t help but let out soft moans and whines with you around. His hand speeds up in pace, his breathing gets heavier and his noises get louder. The vein in his hand becomes more prominent as he strokes his dick. His hips lift off of the bed, slightly thrusting up into his hand before they fall back down. He can feel his stomach tighten, getting so close to the edge already with your eyes on him. You can tell he’s close too; his hand getting sloppier with its pumps, his stomach caving in, and his hips stuttering up.

Then suddenly he stops. Sungho’s eyes open, looking at the ceiling with hooded lids as his hand squeezes the base of his member to stop himself from cumming. You can see his eyes water from refusing to give himself a release. You can see the blush rising back to his cheeks, his eyes darting to your face, down your body, then back to his dick that’s begging with each twitch. Suddenly he’s also aware he’s the only one fully naked here.

“Uh, I’m a bit embarrassed.” His voice is raspy as he speaks, moving his face to the other side to hide from you.

“Don’t be Sungho,” You coo, softly grabbing his chin to bring his face back to you. “You look really pretty right now.”

You don’t miss the way his cock visibly twitches at your words, his tip leaking a small beat of precum that follows the trail of his vein. A shy smile grows on his face as he mutters, “Thank you.”

He sits up on his elbows, letting go of his dick that falls against his stomach with a small smack, falling into the drying puddle on his stomach. He brings his hand up to his mouth, letting a wad of spit fall onto his middle and ring finger before bringing it up to the toy. You bite your lip to prevent the small moan that bubbles in your throat as he slowly pushes his fingers into the toy. His fingers go knuckles deep before he pulls them out and smears what’s left on the rubber folds. Your thighs squeeze together subconsciously, feeling a gush of arousal seep out of you, wetting your underwear even more. He lays back down, glancing at your thighs rubbing against each other, as he holds onto his length, guiding the toy down.

He lets out a whine at the feeling of the toy sinking down on him, pushing and pushing until the rubber touches his pubic area. Sungho can’t help but tip his head back, back arching off of the bed ever so slightly as his face scrunches up into what seems like a pained expression. His eyebrows are furrowed together, eyes shut tight as he lets a hiss escape from his gritted teeth. You can’t decide where to look; at his face or where the toy sits on him. His hips rolled into the toy, trying to shove himself deeper inside.

Sungho can’t even be embarrassed now, he could never get over how good the toy felt, always left wondering if the real thing felt better or the same. He hears a small whimper come from you, his hips automatically thrusting up into the toy at the sound. His eyes open immediately after, hooded eyes behind his thin frames looking into yours as he lifts the toy, stopping when it’s halfway off of him before thrusting up into it. Sungho’s mouth falls out as he does so, letting out the most gorgeous moan you’ve ever heard from a man as he stares deep into your eyes. Your eyes dart everywhere on his face, stopping when you spot a strand of hair near his opened mouth. You can’t help but reach over, moving the strand of hair from his face. Your touch makes his eyes flutter shut only to shoot open again, not being able to keep them fully open for long before they droop back down.

It hurts how badly your pussy aches to be touched by him, or worse to be fucked by him. As messily as he’s fucking up into the toy, it makes you wonder if he’s even had real sex. His thrusts are uncoordinated and sloppy, with no rhythm in his hips as he rolls and thrusts up. Disgustingly hot squelching noises coming from it. His hand is pulling the toy up and down, sometimes going too high that his length almost slips out. You notice Sungho’s impatient at times, not being able to wait until he sinks the toy down on himself. instead, he meets the toy either less or more than halfway and sometimes halfway. His actions are desperate, too excited to have the toy suck him in you can’t even tell if it's pleasurable or not with the inconsistency that you can't seem to let go of.

“Yeppi,” You whisper out, eyes focused on where his cock disappears into the pink toy. “Are…”

You gulp at the sound of a whine leaving his mouth, face still turned to you, giving you a view of his expressions.

“Are you a virgin?”

His eyes widen at the question, his hips stuttering at the question and he lets out a confused moan. His cheeks are already pink from the heat and horniess, but they turn a brighter shade of pink because of embarrassment.

“Is it- hah- t-that obvious?” He whimpers out, looking at you with a pout before they part again to let out a groan.

You nod your head, biting your lip to hold back your smile, “You’re kinda sloppy.”

His hips thrust up flush against the toy, a whine coming out of his mouth again getting turned on even more as you speak despite the topic being about him being a virgin.

“Do you… want me to help you, Sung?” you ask, placing your hand on his chest, slowly trailing down until it reaches his stomach, your nail grazing his skin and drawing shapes on it.

He nods quickly, hips falling back onto the sheets. Your hand goes further down, passing the puddle on the dip of his stomach and reaching up for the base of the toy where’s he holding, all while looking into his eyes. He’s impatient again, thrusting up into the toy when you begin to pull it off.

“Sungho,” You say, a warning tone in your voice before you watch his hips fall again.

Your eyes flicker back down, pulling it off slowly until only

His tip was in before sliding it back down drawing a moan out from him.

“Kiss me.” He whimpers out quickly. “Please.”

You don’t have to be told twice. you bend down over him placing your lips on his pink plump ones, his moving desperately against yours as if he’s been craving you. The hand that’s not wet goes into your hair, tangling his fingers in them as he presses you deeper into him. You’re not sure if he’s done anything with a girl or if he is just too gone; the pace he has for kissing is as sloppy as his masturbating.

“Gosh Singho,” you breathe out. Pulling away from the kiss to speak, ignoring how wet you feel yourself getting solely from the far string of saliva connecting you both. “You’d never be able to make a girl cum if you fuck like this.”

“Y-yes I can!” He complains between whines.

“Too sloppy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “Uncoordinated. Yeppi would be the only one cumming that night.”

He whines out in protest, shutting up when you let out a small chuckle against his skin, teeth digging into his jawbone before you crash your lips on his. He’s sloppy again, his mouth opening wide as if he was trying to eat yours, his tongue peeking out to lick all of you. Your lips, your teeth, the inside of your cheeks, and your tongue as you pump the toy up and down him.

His moans are louder now that you took over. They’re whinier and broken up as he kisses you. You pull away looking down at him and seeing a fat string of saliva connecting you both again, breaking when he bites his lip to quiet his moans. His mouth and chin are covered in spit and you can only imagine you’re in the same boat. His glasses have gone crooked now and they’re slightly foggy, prints of your face are on the lens before they disappear with each rough breath he takes. Sungho reaches up for more, shoving his whole tongue into your mouth as he sits up on his elbows to be able to meet you. You can feel his hips twitching up into the toy, this time a little more coordinated as he's finally able to get a pattern down now that you’re controlling the toy. The drool is leaking out onto his chest, a trail going down his chin then dripping straight down. Your lips wrap around his tongue, sucking on it as he lets out a groan that vibrates your whole body. His body is weak now, and suddenly he’s falling back down onto the pillow.

His other hand darts to your thigh, gripping it tightly as his chest heaves up and down, “Fuckkk- ah- i‘m gonna-“

Sungho doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before his hips thrust up to meet the toy halfway, falling open into a silent moan as his fingers grope your jean-clad thigh. He’s cumming into the toy, harder than he has on his own. His cock pulses with each spurt of cum that escapes him. His thoughts go wild as you coo at him, instead, he’s imagining he’s cumming inside of you as you praise him.

His hips fall back down onto the bed as he pants. Your hand makes the toy give him a few more pumps before you pull it off, watching as he cum begins to seep out of it.

“So messy Yeppi,” You tease, watching as the cum drops onto his skin. “You wouldn’t leave a girl just like this, would you? You’d make her clean herself, wouldn’t you?”

His head is spinning at your words, shaking his head as he looks at you with wide eyes again, still coming down from his orgasm.

“No, right?” You hum at him bringing the toy closer to his mouth. “Then you should clean it up right?”

He looks at the entrance of the rubber toy and then back at you, your eyebrows raising in expectation as he slowly sticks his tongue out before he pulls it back in.

“I’ve never…” His words trail off as tries his best to see you through the slight fog of his glasses. “Eaten… it.”

“The toy?” You question, laughing when he nods. “Why don’t you try it out first, hm? Then I’ll help you.”

He nods, sticking his tongue out, licking the dripping cum coming from it. The sight is so lewd; your best friend eating his cum and eating out a toy for the first time in front of you with hooded eyes staring directly at you for reassurance. You can’t stop the moan that falls from your mouth as he wiggles his tongue inside. The sound alone is enough to make him hard again, his dick immediately growing again despite just cumming. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion, not knowing what to do as he licks inside the walls of the toys.

“H-how about…” You start, pulling the toy off of his tongue and placing it on the side. “You try with the real thing?”

His eyes are blown out as he sees you reach for the button on your jeans, popping it open before unzipping your pants.

“Please.” He whispers, nodding rapidly as he sees you wiggle off your jeans.

You toss them onto the floor, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Revealing your matching set of plain black to him, but despite it being simple it was his turn to not be able to hold back the choked moan escaping his mouth at the sight of your body half naked in front of him.

He sees you about to lie down, his hand reaching for your waist to stop you, asking shyly, “Can you sit? On my face?”

Your eyes widen at his question, body freezing as you feel your cunt clench around nothing. You can see him getting nervous, snapping out of it you nod your head.

You crawl towards his head, swinging on legs around his body before scooting up until you're hovering over his mouth.

“Are you-“ You're cut off by Sungho shoving his face forward into your mound, inhaling deeply, and letting out a deep groan while your hand immediately goes to grip his hair. His glasses go crooked as he presses his nose against your clit, your body jolting as he slowly rubs it up and down.

“Sungho-“ You gasp, feeling his hands come to grip your ass tightly, pulling you further down onto his face. You can feel the cotton material of your underwear dampen, unsure if it was because of you or Sungho pressing his tongue against it. “Let me move them first.”

He allows you to pull up from his face, watching intensely as your hand comes down to move your underwear to the side. Sungho can’t stop the moan coming from his throat as you expose your soaking cunt to him, your folds are glossy in the light from how wet you were.

“Do you want to try it on your own first?” You ask, looking down at him as you run your fingers through his hair, stopping to fix his glasses as he nods rapidly.

He rushes to pull you down, hands gripping your hips as he sticks his tongue out, flattening it out against you as he licks a long stripe up. He looks up at you through his lenses, watching as your eyes flutter shut as he begins to repeat the action.

“T-try, ngh, focusing here.” You tell him as you reach down to tap your clit.

Sungho immediately listens, his tongue poking your numb before wrapping his lips around it. Pride swells in his chest at the loud moan you let out once he begins to suck on it, his tongue flicking it quickly as your hand grips his hair tightly.

“Sungho- hah- shit just like that.” You praise as you grind down on his face, hips twitching as you do so. “Fuck so good Yeppi.”

The vibrations from his moan shoot up your body, and moans fall out of your mouth as you grind down against his mouth. Sungho pulls away from your clit, and flattens his tongue against you again to lick everything up. His mouth opens, his lips pressing against all of you as he begins to slurp your juices dripping out onto his face. His glasses are completely foggy by now, the lenses covered with thick fog ruining his ability to see you, but he doesn’t want to stop touching you. His hands are running up and down your body blindly; moving down to your ass to squeeze it before running up to squeeze at your tits and coming back down to your waist.

“Can I stick-“ He cuts his mumbling off by slurping up your juices again. “My tongue inside?”

You nod your head rapidly, unable to speak as he continues to flick his tongue over your clit, “Y-yes fuck please.”

Sungho immediately listens, prodding his tongue inside of your hole, his tongue wiggling its way in like he did with the toy. He moans, his tongue surrounded by your tight warm walls, the taste of you coating everything single bud on his tongue before dripping down to the back of his throat.

“Oh, my g-god Sungho!” You whimper out, his tongue darting in and out of you rapidly as your hand tightens in his hair, drawing a pained moan from him. Your hips grind down to meet his thrusts, desperately trying to shove it further inside of you as he forces your hips onto his face.

Sungho is so desperate for the taste of you, moaning and whining against your cunt each time you grind on his face. He can’t help but shove his face further into you while forcing you further onto him, trying to reach deep inside of you only to be restricted by the length of his tongue. He was practically suffocating himself into you, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Instead, he let out big huffs of air against you before inhaling all the air he could between you guys, not daring to pull away despite the lack of air burning his lungs. You couldn’t seem to notice either; and if you did, you simply didn’t care with the way you could only grind further into him and bring him closer to you. His nose is bumping against your clit with every movement of your hips, making you cry out each time it does.

Your other hand desperately reaches for his hand, helping him bring his thumb to your clit as you show him how to rub the way you want it. You let go when he gets the hang of it, your eyes rolling back and noises getting louder.

“Ah- ah, Sungho fuck you’re doing s-so good!” You practically shout, tears prickling in the corner of your shut eyes as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. “Don’t stop- please- don’t stop.”

Sungho wished that his glasses would somehow clear up so he could see how godly you looked on top of him right now. You on the other hand were grateful for it, thanking the universe for not letting him see how pathetic you looked right now. A small part of you was embarrassed; embarrassed how nothing but squelching could be heard coming from your wet pussy, slurping coming from Sungho, annoyingly loud moans and whines from you, pathetic hips grinding into his face and your pathetic hands only forcing his face further up into you. The scene must look disgusting from another person's view, it sounded disgusting, but it felt so good you wished you could see it from another view.

“Oh my god- Sungho oh fuck- I’m close!” You cry out, mouth dropping open as you throw your head back. “Don't stop oh god- please.”

Sungho can feel his stomach tighten, your pleas going directly to his cock as it leaks all over his stomach again. His heart is swelling from hearing you becoming such a mess all because of him. Sungho doesn’t stop though, he continues eagerly wanting you to come undone on his tongue. Wanting the taste of you to fill his mouth and silently begs it’s be the only thing he tastes for the next few days. He notices the stutter in your hips, twitching each time you bounce on his face as if it was a cock; and all he can do is hope you do that on his next.

“Cumming- shit- ‘m cumming!” You warn, your body shaking violently seconds after as you release all over his tongue.

Your moan drops open as a squeak leaves your mouth, followed by a loud cry. Sungho drinks you all up as you release, jaws unhinging wide open to make sure he catches every drop of you while your thighs squeeze around his head. His tongue continued thrusting into you, moaning as you tightened around the muscle. Your walls spasm around him as you cum, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit as you come down from your high. Harsh gasps come from you, your chest heaving up and down as you try to come down from your release, hips messily rutting into his face.

A tug on his hand pulls his fingers away from your clit, your hands releasing their grip on his hair as you slide your body away from his face wetting his body in the process but he couldn’t seem to care. You push his glasses up to his head as you pant for air, resting on his abs as you watch him blink to adjust to the light.

Your eyes shut for a couple of seconds at the sight of him; hair sticking in every direction, eyes hooded and filled with lust and want, his mouth and chin completely soaked in your arousal as his tongue darts out to lick what we can.

“You did-“ You gulp, mouth dry as ever. “Really good.”

A grin breaks out on his face, pride evident on his face from your praise. But he still can’t ignore the throbbing feeling coming from his cock again, desperate for a release — throbbing harder now that he got a taste of you(something he’s always dreamed of).

As if you could read his mind, you get off of his abs, and he can’t help but fixate on the wet spot your pussy leaves on his skin. You wrap your hand around him, sharp gasps coming from him at the feeling of your soft palm around him.

“Please-“ He begs, hips softly thrusting up into your hand as you softly pump him. “Please- let me be inside you.”

You nod your head quickly, pulling your hand away as you move to slide off your panties, tossing them somewhere in the room before doing the same with your bra. Sungho practically comes on the spot as he watches the way your tits bounce out of the bra, staring intensely as your nipples begin to stiffen in the cold air.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him. “It’s fine if you don’t, I’m clean. And I’m assuming you are too.”

“I don’t,” he confirms with a soft pout. “Please, let me be inside you.”

You coo at him, bending down to kiss him as you climb onto his lap, pressing his cock against your pussy and his stomach. He lets out a loud moan against your lips, the feeling of your tits pressing against him and the feeling of your bare pussy touching his makes his cock jump against you. He watches as you pull away, your figure becoming blurry as he quickly rushes to clean his glasses on his pillowcase before shoving them into his face. You still have him sandwiched between you two, grinding on his member to get him nice and slippery. The sight alone could’ve made him cum. He watches as you hover, gripping the base of his cock with one hand while the other plants itself onto his chest. You both look as you begin to sink on him, moans coming from the both of you as you do.

A gasp comes from Sungho when you bottom out, a noise similar to someone getting punched in the stomach, as his hands fly to painfully grip your waist. Your other hand comes to his chest, balancing yourself on him as you whine. Sungho feels like he’s in heaven, eyes rolling back as he sees white at the feeling of your tight pussy stretching around him. Your wet, warm, spongy walls flutter around him and clench as they adjust to his size.

God, he thinks he might cum. He can feel it brewing in his stomach. All he can think to himself is, ‘God please let him last a little longer.’

“Y-you can,” Sungho gulps, letting out a shaky breath as he opens his eyes, lifting his head to look at you. Regretting it immediately as he gets a look at your fucked out face, tits pressed against each other tightly in between your arms, and the sight of your cunt stretched around him was enough. He shuts his eyes immediately, letting it drop back into the pillow as he tries his best to focus on something else. “Please move.”

You listen to him, your shaking thighs helping you move up until his mushroom tip is about to pop out, before slowly sinking back down. A deep groan comes from him, as if he is in pain as you repeat the action, this time slamming down onto him. You let out your noises, whines fall from you as you feel his fingers digging into your skin.

“Fuck Sungho,” You gasps out hips bouncing onto his. “A-are you okay?”

He nods quickly, “So good. So good. Feel so good.” He blabbers out as his face scrunches up.

His senses betray him, making it harder to hold back the never-ending feeling to fill you up. His hearing solely focuses on the even louder squelching noises coming from your cunt, the sound of your ass bouncing against his thighs, and the cries of pleasure coming from you. His touch focuses on the feeling of your soft skin underneath his fingers, wanting to dig them impossibly deep into you. The feeling of your wetness drenching his balls completely, adding even more wet sounds each time you bounced down. His smell still focuses on the smell of your cunt from when you were desperately grinding on his face for a release, never wanting to get rid of the scent of your pussy. His taste was the worst, each time he swallowed he felt as if he was swallowing your release all over again.

But he knows if he opens his eyes he’d be screwed for life. He’d know it’s100x worse at the sight of your even more fucked out face, mouth open wide as you whine and moan, eyes either hooded or shut tightly in pleasure, the sight of your pussy gliding up and down his length, tits bouncing with each movement, the faces you might be making.

Fuck, he wants to see it so badly.

“Sungho,” you whine loudly, nails softly scratching his chest to get his attention. “Look at me. P-please.”

He’s fucked. So badly. But can’t help but listen as you plea for him. He regrets it so badly though.

His eyes fluttered open and hung low as he looked at you, and he was right. Your eyes were hooded as your face scrunched in pleasure. mouth hanging open while drool threatens to drip out. tits bouncing at the same pace you’ve set, slowing down when you slow your bounces to grind on him roughly. God, he’s screwed.

You felt the same, not being able to handle how he looked. Your pussy clenched around him as he opens his eyes, hooded with lust immediately. His plump lips are swollen from kissing and hanging open as he lets out the most beautiful noises. His chest rapidly rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath in between moans. Face, neck, and chest pink from heat. Hair wild, and the same round frames adoring his face, going crooked but not enough to need fixing.

Your cut out of your thoughts with his words, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He all but shouts, face scrunching up, “Gonna cum ‘m gonna cum oh god-“

“Sungie- ah-,” You whine loudly, eyes growing wide in disappointment. “Already?”

He nods rapidly, planting his feet onto the bed. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he watched enough porn to know this was one of the best ways to fuck into something.

“Y/n ‘m so sorry,” He quickly whimpers, leaving you confused.

You're about to question him, but the air gets knocked out of you when he grips your hips impossibly tight before he fucks up into you. Hips desperately thrust up as he chases his release. It's so close — he can taste it on the tip of his tongue, or maybe it was still you. Regardless he feels it all over his body, tingling every inch of him, something like he’s never felt before.

“Holy fuck- ah- hah- Sungho,” You cry out, nails digging into his chest as you balance yourself. “s-slow down!”

“Can’t!” He practically sobs. “Can’t! ‘M sorry I can’t!”

Sunghos hips move at an insane speed, nothing you’ve ever felt before. He’s so close, he can feel his balls tighten as they slap against your ass with every thrust.

“Fuck! G-gonna cum!” He warns his hips stuttering as he continues his pace.

“Inside!” You gasp out, eyes rolling back. “Please- inside please Sung!”

“So good! Fuck, yes! So warm, so tight, so good!”

Sungho delivers one more harsh thrust into you, practically lurching your body forward, almost falling if it wasn’t for him forcing your body onto him. He cums with a loud moan of your name, his whole body shaking as he spurts loads of his cum into you. Orgasm so intense, that he loses his hearing, ringing being the only thing he could hear as his eyes roll back. Revealing nothing but whites to you as he throws his head back, mouth wide open releasing silent squeaky moans, before returning to loud shout-like groans as he comes back to his senses. His body is still shaking when he lets his hips fall back down onto the mattress, pressing your hips flush against his while doing so.

His fingers quickly come to rub your clit as he continues spurting cum inside of you, more than he’s ever released before. His eyes water, pain shooting through his whole body as you begin to slowly bounce on top of him while his thumb continues rubbing circles. Sungho doesn’t mind, instead loving how you continue to use him despite milking him for all that he’s worth.

He continues shooting small amounts, body jolting up into each of your bounces. A small sob wreaking through his body.

“Sungho,” You whimper out, reaching for the nape of his hair to pull him up.

He quickly sits up, adjusting to rest against the headboard. Fingers still rubbing circles against your twitching clit, as you begin to reach your high. His hips still softly thrusting into you with each of your bounces. You pull him in for a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated, similar to what you told him he was, was now you because of him and he loved it. Your noises are higher in volume, and before you know it, you're cumming around his cock. Pulling away from the kiss as your head falls back, face scrunching in pleasure as your walls clench and twitch around his length. Sungho leans forward, leaving kisses on your neck, softly sucking on the skin here and there and he helps you grind against him throughout your high.

You’re panting as you come down, vision full of fuzzy black dots from the intensity. Sungho’s lips send shivers down your spine, his thumb slowing down before you push it away from you. Instead, he opts for wrapping them around your waist bringing you impossibly closer as your grinds against him come to a complete stop.

You giggle when Sungho softly bites your shoulder, pulling away with a dopey smile. You both can’t stop smiling and letting out soft laughs as you stare into each other's eyes before you pull him in for a kiss. This time, full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings that you both feel. You pull away, resting your forehead against his as he jokingly rubs his scrunched nose against yours.

“I know this might be bad timing,” He whispers against your lips. “But, I really like you.”

You can’t stop the blush from spreading across your face, “I really like you too.”

Sungho breaks into another smile, pressing his lips against yours again, the smile not fading even as you both move your lips against each other. He pulls away this time staring lovingly into your eyes before you break the silence again.

“You look really good in baby blue by the way.” You compliment, nodding your head in the direction of his discarded sweater.

He laughs at the random completely, muttering, “Thank you.”

He looks down to where you both meet and lets out another groan at the sight of his cum leaking out messily of your hole and dirtying your puffy lips along with his skin.

“I seriously think you need to get off, so we can clean you up before I get hard again.” He says, eyes shutting as he looks away.

You let out a loud laugh, pulling off with a loud whine as he helps you move slowly. A loud groan comes from deep within his chest as he sees his cock pop out of you, base covered in a thick white ring of yours and his cum combined. His length is covered in the same substances, while his cum drops out of you and onto the sheets and your thighs.

Fuck. He feels the blood rushing to his cock again. He watches as your eyes fill with horror at the sight of him getting hard again despite basically emptying his balls right now. Before you can say anything you're flipped into your back, head hitting the pillow and body hitting the mattress with a soft ‘oof’.

“One more round wouldn’t hurt, right baby?” Sungho asks with a sweet unconvincing smile on his lips as he rests between your legs. “It may not be amazing — since this is my first time.”

His hand comes down to align his head with your twitching hole like you had done earlier. You let out a shocked whine as he pushes himself halfway in with no warning, babbling for him to go slow and to stop. His glasses sliding down his nose before he grabs them and gently places them onto your face to not lose them, giving you a small peck before pulling away.

The same sickeningly sweet smile is on his face as he speaks again, “But one more won’t hurt. I swear it’ll be quick baby.”

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↳ Index [Day 01 - Hotel Room Sex]

Pairing: Good Puppy!JK + Soft Mistress!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Rockstar!Jungkook

Kinks: porn with plot cause it's my demisexual ass, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, nipple play, nipple sucking, hair pulling, passionate pegging in missionary, use of a buttplug, lube, frotting, handjob, orgasm control, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), overstimulation, he pisses himself because it feels so good, subby boy tears, praise, dirty talk, possessive talk, muscle kink, cuddly and giddy aftercare

Wordcount: 9.2k

a/n: i can't believe i'm actually insane enough to do kinktober. besties, we're in for a ride :) this is based on this ask 💙

Jungkook sings about sex and drugs and getting drunk. He sings about the girls he fucks and kisses and how they all worship him. And he isn’t wrong. They worship him by the base of the stage, stretching their arms to him and screaming their throat raw, as if he was their god. 

You don’t blame them. Jungkook looks good. Way too damn good. He is the lead singer and guitarist of his band Black Omens, a rock band known for its enchanting vocals and heavy guitar riffs. He has a certain style of singing and of playing the guitar which drives the fangirls wild. The stage is always lit in red shades and you will always find him in tight leather pants and tank tops. Sometimes he wears no shirt, showing off his tattoos and piercings. His hair is always a certain kind of wet on stage, hanging into his sexy face messily which truly fits the lewd topics he sings about. 

And the girls go wild. He sings about being their master, their devil twisting their world all while he fingers the guitar and makes sultry eye contact with the crowd. They love it, you watch from the back with a knowing roll of your eyes. If only they knew.

The concert ends after the second encore with roaring applause and screeches. Tears are spilled and way too many undergarments thrown at the band. What a bunch of weirdos. You are jealous of them. Well, maybe not jealous but threatened. Jungkook promises you that he is loyal, that what he sings about isn’t how he truly feels, but with each concert your devotion to trust him shrinks. He asked you to come on tour with him, not wanting to be away from you again for months on end. You quit your old job two months ago because your manager decided to slip his hand under your colleague’s skirt and you broke his nose for it. Fair enough, you didn’t quit, you were fired, but you left with your head held high, knowing that your actions also resulted in your manager losing his job. And so you were unemployed and therefore had free time, so you agreed to come with Jungkook on his tour and postpone the job hunt until after. You had enough money saved up to live comfortably after the tour and while on tour didn’t need to spend any because the band budget paid for everything. Of course you agreed, but you slowly started to regret it. Jungkook sings about sex and drugs and getting drunk, he sings about all the women he dominates while thousands of willing women scream at his feet in hopes of being picked. You are only that strong in your belief that Jungkook is loyal before it finally starts to affect you. 

Tonight was an especially bad night. While the band was saying goodbye, Jungkook brushed hands with a few fangirls – all of the band did – and it made you furious. The way they looked at him, how they grabbed him and basically begged to be his next willing thing to dominate made you furious. 

The band leaves after their goodbyes, talking to each other as they jog down the stairs. 

Hoseok, the drummer, and Yoongi, the lead guitarist, share a water bottle. They’re the first by your side, followed by Taehyung, the bassist, and Seokjin, the keyboardist. 

“Alright now guys, good job up there. The crowd went wild for you tonight”, Namjoon, the manager and their good friend, says, appearing beside you as well with his phone in hand. He is always busy, always networking, always socialising. The guys jokingly call him their secret leader because he does all of their social tasks. He always accepts the teasing with an exasperated sigh and a “you’re not wrong you know? You’d be lost without me.”

“Thanks man. We felt pretty pumped up there. Fuck, it feels good to make music with you guys”, Yoongi says, boxing the air in a release of good adrenaline.

“Man, the ad-libs you did during Chained Up were fucking fire man, no lies”, Hoseok praises him.

“Says the right one. You were on fire during Spit. You and Taehyung. Man, your solo was great.”

Taehyung smiles, patting his back, “thanks man. I only followed Seokjin’s cues. You were lit, my man.”

“Man thanks seriously”, Seokjin says and accepts a bottle of water from Namjoon, downing it in one go. 

Jimin, the third guitarist and second vocalist, finally comes backstage. He can scream really fucking well. He showed off the skill multiple times tonight, driving the crowd wild. Following Jimin, is Jungkook, smiling drunkenly from the successful night. Outside the crowd is still screaming for them. You can barely even look at him. He is a cheater, you just know that he is. 

“Man, what a show”, he comes stumbling, arm falling around your shoulder. “Hey baby. Did you like the show?” he lulls, leaning so he could kiss your lips. He is sweating a lot, which you normally don’t mind but tonight it annoys you.

“You’re sweaty”, you say coldly, taking a step back. 

Jungkook brushes off the embarrassment with a confused laugh and his eyes exchanging confused looks with the others. They aren’t any wiser. 

“Did you all hear how I screamed during Save Me tonight?” Jimin tries to change topic. The others gladly take it, continuing to talk about the concert as you make your way to the greenroom. Jungkook tries to hold your hand when no one is looking, but you refuse him. 

“What’s wrong?” he whispers. 

“Nothing”, you refuse him answer, painting a crease of displeasure between his brows.

The guys get ready and unready in front of you. Of course they don’t get fully naked, but you have seen every single one of them in their underwear before. You are mostly on your phone or doodle in your notebook when they do because you don’t care to see their nude bodies. They are mostly talking about the concert and whether or not they should go for some beers later. You don’t partake in the conversation, sulking like an immature girl. You are aware that you are being immature, but you also can’t stop. Just hearing Jungkook’s voice makes your blood boil tonight. The latter keeps glancing at you with his brows furrowing more and more.

They are already dressed when the security guards come. You loathe this moment. 

“Derek, hey man”, Jimin greets him.

“Hey, so uhm, there’s some fans outside who wanna see you.”

The insinuation is clear to everyone and you can’t stand it. Now granted, you like all of them, they are amazing and wonderful people and you are happy when they get a fun night if that is what both parties want clearly. They don’t allow anyone under the age of twenty six because that’s the age where most humans actually know what they want and they also have a clear rule that the people need to be completely sober and clear headed. There are contracts involved, ensuring the safety of both parties so the consenting women knew they wouldn’t be forced to do anything out of their comfort zone. It was an honest deal, still a little weird, but honest and safe, but you hated it nonetheless. Because Jungkook always went with the others. Not for sex because not every fan was here for that. Some just wanted a picture or an autograph and he wanted to make those fans happy and yet you still always dreaded the moment, thinking to yourself “what if tonight is the night he finally has enough of me and goes back to the hotel room with another girl? Will I have to sleep on the streets then? Will he make me watch knowing that it will hurt me?” 

You never had such thoughts before, but this tour has been truly making you go crazy.

Tonight, Derek’s arrival made your stomach churn painfully and you almost threw up the enchiladas you ate earlier. 

The guys leave the greenroom chatting with each other. You know that Yoongi and Seokjin won’t go home with anyone because that’s not in their comfort zone. They will pose for pictures and thank the fans for their support. There is a fifty-fifty chance that Taehyung might leave with someone, depending on the vibes. Jimin will most definitely leave with someone, no hesitation. Hoseok is only there for pictures unless there is someone his taste (he leaves with someone at most locations, he is just trying to act like he isn’t a fuckboy). Sometimes there are people for Namjoon as well, who he always declines with red cheeks. Jungkook, well, frankly you don’t want to think about him. 

He follows the others, laughing and joking.  Most are out of the door when he stops and looks back at you. 

“Baby?” he queries. 

“Mhm”, you hum, not looking up from your phone.

“Wanna come with us? Meet some of our fans?”

“Go and meet them yourself, maybe one of them can Suck It, Lick It, Ride It”, you throw back his own lyrics which he sang to the crowd as his hand was on his clothed crotch.

“Huh?”

You jump to your feet to stomp away, but Jungkook catches your wrist, tugging gently but with strength.

“What’s wrong? Why are you saying that?” 

“Let go of me, I don’t wanna be touched.”

“Sorry.” He lets go instantly, studying you intensely. “Talk to me. What’s wrong, baby?”

“JK, you coming or what?” Hoseok asks, sticking his head back into the greenroom. 

Jungkook looks at you pleadingly. 

“Tch”, you scoff, turning your back to him. 

Jungkook’s features tighten in confusion, panic and heartbreak. He forces a smile on it.

“Coming, don’t worry”, he says and leaves with Hoseok after giving you one last look over his shoulder.

Just like you had predicted, the known guys leave with someone while the others only take pictures. You all leave for the hotel room together, sharing cars. Yoongi and Seokjin share the car with you and Jungkook. Namjoon is with you as well, on his phone of course. The others take the other car.

Because of the missing privacy, Jungkook can’t talk to you, destined to sit next to you while you refuse to be touched by him.

You booked rooms on the seventh floor, saying your goodbyes on the hallways before disappearing inside your rooms.

The door closes behind Jungkook.

You slip out of your shoes and then you are already gone from the entrance, fleeing into the living area of the big room. 

You sit down in one of the chairs and open the room service menu. You aren’t hungry, but don’t know what else to do.

“Can we finally cut the crap and talk?” Jungkook enters the room. 

“Do you want room service?”

“No. I wanna talk to you about what’s bothering you ‘cause something clearly is.” 

You lower the menu, glaring at him. He is glaring back with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

He throws his hands in the air and drops them, letting them slap against his thighs as a gesture of complete defeat. It makes a loud sound of impact on the leather pants.

“Very mature of you, seriously”, he says with annoyance in his voice, “I’m taking a shower, maybe you wanna talk about it afterwards.”

You don’t move from your spot during the time he takes to shower, sulking and feeling embarrassed. Jungkook isn’t wrong. You know that being a sulky girl isn’t very grown-up of you to do, but you just can’t help it. What if you speak up and he confirms it? What if he says that it’s just sex, babe? You love him so much, but what if he doesn’t love you in return?

Jungkook, who notices that you haven’t shifted one bit in the chair even after almost forty minutes, stops in his tracks to sigh in defeat. 

“What’s the matter? Just talk to me.”

You glance at him. He is only in his towel now, carrying his clothes under his arm. His hair and face are freshly washed, vast of any product or makeup. This is the kind of Jungkook only you get to see. The real, unfiltered human. It should be enough to make your heart see that you are everything he needs, but it’s not.

“Nothing, I don’t know”, you murmur, looking away 

“___ please. I know something is wrong, please let us fix it.”

You throw your hands over your face to muffle the sudden sob you want to let out. 

Jungkook drops his clothes and hurries to you. He sits down on the chair opposite of you, dragging your hands away.

“Talk to me, my love. What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you homesick?” 

You shake your head.

“Is it the rooms we stay in? I know they’re not the most comfortable sometimes and-”

“No, not that.”

“Well, what then baby?” he asks softly, wiping your tears.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what? That I’ll overdo it? I promise those days are over. I’m twenty seven now, I learned from-”

“No, the girls.”

“The girls? Why are you scared of girls?” He scoots closer, takes your hands and speaks in a serious voice. “What happened in Jakarta won’t happen again. I promise. We upped the security, so nobody can climb on stage again and try to kiss one of us. I promise I’m gonna stay safe.”

“And loyal too?”

Jungkook is silent. In shock and confusion. Very obviously not in caught panic. He is merely lost for words, trying to make sense of what you just asked him. 

“What did you just say?” 

“You heard me. How can I know that you’re gonna be loyal?”

“Because I took you on this tour with me.”

“And if you hadn’t?” 

“I would have called you each night.”

You search for words, studying his face.

He clicks his tongue and speaks your name as softly as possible, cradling your face, “oh my sweet love, why are you feeling like this all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just…” You sigh in defeat. “I’m just tired of hearing you sing about dominating countless girls when I know I could never give you that. And then they, they scream at your feet as if you were their god with such actual, pure devotion in their eyes. I can’t compete with all of them.”

“But you don’t have to compete with them. I love you and that won’t ever change.” 

“I can’t be like them.”

“Good. I’m in love with you, not them.”

A smile hushes over your face. Jungkook smiles back at you, closing the distance to peck your lips. You accept it with a whimper and a tremor. 

“Aw baby, don’t cry. I’m here”, he says, hugging you against him. 

You hug him back, sniffling into his neck.

“Why are you feeling like this all of a sudden? Was it something I did?” he asks. 

“No, it’s just that it’s been a lot, actually, watching you have thousands of girls at your feet each night. And, and then when they come backstage I get so scared. I keep thinking what if tonight is the night he finally has enough of me and goes back to the hotel room with another girl? Will I have to sleep on the streets then? Will he make me watch knowing that it will hurt me? I’ve been feeling so insecure lately and scared that one of them will be more your type than me.”

“No, I’m sorry, my baby. You don’t have to feel this way, I love you and only you.” He gives you a tight squeeze. “Please believe me. I love you so, so much. You’re not in any kind of danger, I mean it. I see these people as fans of our music, nothing more. You’re my everything. Okay?”

“I am?” 

“Yes, you are.”

“Thank you for saying that. I love you too.”

“Is that why you were being cold to me? Because you felt too insecure?”

“No, I guess…I’m sorry for being like this. I try not to be, but it’s hard. It’s just that my voice never mattered to others and if I spoke up I was ridiculed.”

“Don’t apologise, baby. I understand. Thank you for talking to me, I know that wasn’t easy.” 

“No.” You sniffle, squeezing him. “No, it wasn’t.”

“There, there”, he rubs your head as he talks, “it feels better now though, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, very.”

“For me too. I was really hurt when you ignored me. It makes me really anxious and I would really like it if in the future, you could maybe give me a short notice if you still need time to be ready to talk.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to tell you if I still need time in the future.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry for giving you reasons for doubting my loyalty to you. What do you need me to do in the future?”

“I don’t know. I know the image you guys have is kinda detrimental to your success and I don’t want you to lose the connection you have with your fans. I know they matter to you.”

“Yes, as fans. You matter to me as my partner. I want to make you happy first and foremost.”

“Maybe, I don’t know, maybe you could be cuter with me?”

“Cuter? Then I have an idea. I’ll dedicate at least one song to you each gig. Alright?”

You giggle.

“Yeah, you like that. I like it too, my muffin.”

You nudge him away.

“Don’t call me that.”

He grins boyishly, earning himself another nudge.

“I’m taking a shower, you egg. If you wanna order room service, go ahead”, you tell him and stand up to leave. 

“Yes okie. Are you hungry?” 

“Not really, but you can eat something.”

Jungkook is lounging on bed when you come outside.

“Did you order something?”

“No, I-”, Jungkook’s words get stuck in his throat.

You wear the towel around your hips, forcing him to do a double take because he definitely didn’t expect the view. With a content sigh, you drop onto the mattress beside him. You aren’t blind to the way his eyes gawk at your tits. 

“Like what you see?” 

“Bouncy”, he gets out and gulps.

You laugh, “yes, boobs tend to do that with movement.”

“Ah, so pretty”, he closes the distance and buries his nose into your side boob with a cute hum. His tattooed arm is around your waist like this. He kicks his feet happily, humming cutely as he nuzzles your boob.

You snicker, enjoying the attention to the fullest. He lifts his head and grins up at you.

“You know, I was thinking”, he says, tracing your side with his fingertips.

“What were you thinking?” 

“We could order room service a little later and I’ll show you my devotion first.”

“Your devotion?” you ask, feeling tingly. 

“Mh-hm”, he nods his head, lowering it to your chest afterwards so he could mouth at your tits. He does it softly and very teasingly. “You know me. How I really am, what I really want”, he speaks between his kisses, speeding up your breath with it. His pierced lips brush over your nipple, forcing it to harden and tingle. 

“But I feel like you’ve started to forget that”, he whispers, darting the tip of his tongue out to trace your nipple. 

You squirm on the sheets. Jungkook ends the slow feast with a gentle suck and then he is already back to feather light kisses all over your chest. He even climbs between your legs for better access, raising your breath to quickened levels.

“Which means, I gotta let you put me back in my place.”

He lifts his head, lips so very close to kiss and sultry eyes getting lost in yours. Your heart is racing like crazy. You are so attracted to him.

“Peg me, my goddess. I’ve been acting out of line, I need to be curbed again.”

“Kook…”

“Please?”

You gulp. He makes puppy eyes at you. His temptation is powerful, you must admit. Pegging him tonight would definitely cure your insecure heart. There is nothing more sensual than being inside him and he looks so, so good taking it. You like to argue that this is when he looks best. The temptation is unbearable, but you can’t give in yet. He has to work a little harder for his reward.

“Yah”, you slap his chest gently, “you can’t just do that to me.”

“Why not?” he chuckles.

“Because you’re being unfair with your techniques. You wanna be pegged? What about me? You think I’ll let you get everything after what you did?”

Jungkook mewls, sagging his shoulders in defeat. You are already playing into it. This is both real, but also meant to rile him up.

“Of course not, I’m sorry. I, I shouldn’t have suggested that”, he says and bows his head, using it as an opportunity to begin licking your breasts again. He places his hands under your armpits, dancing them down your sides and up again. 

You close your eyes, melting into the pillow with a slight scoot forwards. 

“Can I make it up to you, Mistress?” he asks, mouthing at your right nipple. 

“Yeah…”

“Thank you, wow, thank you”, he gets out. 

He sucks on your nipple one last time then takes on another journey. He uses his tongue for it, swirling it down the middle of your stomach. You follow it with an arch of your back, sighing his name. You are so addicted to his touch. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman”, he rasps, supporting his words with needy kisses all over your lower stomach. You are sensitive there so this is riling you up like crazy. 

“Kook, no teasing”, you mewl, thrusting your hips up desperately. 

“Mhm.” He fumbles with the towel. “Can I open it?” 

“Yeah, quick.”

He chuckles, opening it with a skilled tug. He sits back on his feet as he unravels you, smoothing the towel out on each side of your hips. His eyes are mesmerised by your pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

“Wow, I’m just…wow.” 

You prop your legs up and part them. Jungkook gulps and moans afterwards. 

“I can’t believe you’re real”, he whispers.

“I taste good too, you know?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I know. Oh my Mistress”, he murmurs and lies down on his stomach, arms wrapping around your thighs and fingers digging deep into your softness. He buries himself in your warmth with a needy mewl, instantly beginning to attack your clit with eager sucks and quick licks. 

“Oh”, you let out, twitching in surprise. “Woah.” You croak, grabbing his hair to twist it. 

Jungkook mewls into you, enjoying the burn on his scalp and the overwhelmed throbbing of your pussy. He knows that he went for it rather aggressively, but he had to. You are doubting his devotion to you. He needs to show you that he starves whenever he isn’t between your legs. You need to know that your taste is all he ever wants. 

“Holy fuck, you’re being - ah - shit, Kook fuck ah, you’re being ah rather, ah, rather aggressive, mhhhm, wouldn’t you say-aah?” You somehow get out, writhing under his mouth.

He nods his head and moans his words against you. “All I want is you. I was so starved.” His tongue glides through your folds, filling your walls for a change. Not that your clit is getting a break. He uses his pretty nose for it, sinking into your sweetened scent as he grinds his nose into your clit while he tongue fucks you quickly. 

You growl deeply and roll your eyes back sensually, arching your back. Your legs fall open weakly, now held only by Jungkook's strong arms and his needy hands. 

“You’re insane, holy fuck.” 

Jungkook hums and breaks away sloppily. He talks as he kisses your pussy. “Yeah, insane for you. My fucking goddess, my everything, my life. Fuck, I want you.” He takes your clit between his messy lips and uses his skilled tongue on it. 

“Oh god, stay there ah!” 

Jungkook mewls in understanding, gazing up at you with darkened yet devoted eyes. You are so loud. Your chest is lifting and rising quickly. Fuck, your tits are so sexy. Jungkook slides his right hand from your thigh to cradle your tit instead. It takes him a second of fumbling and then he has your nipple between his fingers, rolling and massaging it just how you like it. 

“Kook, baby”, you keen, holding his hand and twisting his hair at the same time. You don’t stop him, you just want to hold so much of him. He makes you feel so good and you need to make sure this is real.

Jungkook purrs into you, closing his eyes sensually. You are writhing so happily, moaning because of him. Are the others hearing you? Are they hearing that he makes you feel good because he is yours? A part of him hopes that they can. Especially the women going back to the hotel with his friends. He furrows his brows, suddenly feeling angry at them. How dare they make his woman feel insecure. Hopefully they hear how good you feel right now, hopefully they get the fucking message that Jungkook does all of this for you. 

“Slow down, ah, Kook slow down you’re being so, ah fuck, so aggressive”, your squeaks rip him back to reality. He has been pressing his mouth into your pussy as tightly as possible, almost licking your clit raw. Fuck, he was so angry at the world that he was too rough with you.

He whimpers, lifting his mouth, “I’m sorry. Fuck, I can’t exist without you, I’m sorry I was…I just love you so much”, he lulls, kissing your clit as apology. 

“You’re such a munch, ah fuuuuck”, you sigh, opening your legs even further. You guide his hand to your other nipple for a change because even that he rubbed raw. Jungkook switches arms for it quickly, moaning when you hold his new hand as well. His right hand he guides down to your pussy, burying his two longest digits in your dripping warmth. 

“Jungkook!” you yelp, thrusting your hips. 

“Yours. I’m yours”, he mewls, connecting his puffy lips with your clit so he can lick you again. Up and down, up and down, up and down. You like this the most, walls throbbing around his digits as he uses them to stimulate you from the other side as well. You clench down on him, making it feel so much better for you.

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

Jungkook mewls and opens his eyes. He needs to watch you break apart. First you throw your head to the side and lift your brows. Then his name falls off your tongue and your mouth stays open. Next a loud moan and your back lifting off the sheets. Finally the rhythmic throbbing begins and Jungkook knows that he has you orgasming on his tongue and fingers. 

He whimpers into you, feeling high and trying to do the best job at keeping the touches perfect for you. 

“Wow, holy fuck”, you come down with a curse, flinching when he overstimulates you with needy licks. You tug on his hair. “No more, puppy.” 

Jungkook mewls sadly but obeys. He slips his fingers out and drops your nipple, placing both hands on your thighs instead so he could guide them to his lips. He needs more of you. Now that you deny him your sweet cunt, he needs to find relief in the softness of your thighs. He sucks and kisses the tender flesh, listening to your voice as you talk to him.

“You were fucking insane tonight. What the hell?” 

You writhe in the aftershocks. Jungkook changes thighs, worshiping it with throaty mewls. 

“I can’t tell whether I came with my clit or my g-spot or my fucking nipples. Oh god, Kook.” 

He whimpers, humping the mattress. Good. That’s good. He did this to you. It’s all he wanted.

“You’re insane, seriously.”

“I love you, couldn’t help myself”, he lulls and dares to kiss your pussy. Gently. 

“Ah”, you gasp and chuckle, burying your hands in his hair to ruffle it, “stop it, you munch.”

Jungkook mewls, shaking his head as he places more kisses on your well eaten pussy. You smell so good after a high. He is delirious between your legs, floating on cloud nine. 

But you are sensitive and so you pull him up with a gentle tug to his hair.

“Be a good puppy.”

He finally comes up, letting out a sweet sigh of your name. His lips are glossy from your orgasm, his damp hair sticks to his forehead. He lays himself down over you, gazing at you dreamily.

You brush his hair out of his face, cradling his cheeks. He mewls, lowering his eyes droopily as he leans into your touch.

“This was amazing, thank you.”

He shakes his head, “thank you for letting me taste you, Mistress.”

“Gosh you sweetie. Wanna have a reward?” 

“Yes please”, he whimpers, eyes glassy in devotion.

“I knew you would like that. Get ready for me, yeah?”

“I already am, Mistress.”

“What?” 

Jungkook breaks out of your touch to turn his back to you. He is kneeling between your legs, lowering himself to his elbows so his back is arched and his butt lifted into the air. The towel is still covering him. 

“What do you mean? Are you wearing a plug?” you ask, sitting up to tug the towel from him. It falls on the sheets, revealing his sweet bubble butt to you and the big plug lodged right between his cheeks.

“Jungkook, what the hell?” you get out, gawking with parted lips and widened eyes.

He whimpers cutely, wiggling his hips. You still them with a hungry grip, making him moan just for you. He looks over his shoulder at you, carrying nothing but submission in his pretty eyes.

“I put it in before the concert. I planned on asking for your strap after the show, but then we had this fight and I gave up on it.” 

“Holy fuck….” 

“I’m yours for life, Mistress.”

Your eyes meet. He is honest. You gulp, squeezing his hips as your eyes switch back to the plug. It is black in colour and has a round base. The silicon is made of the highest quality, sitting so perfectly in his hole. 

“You performed with it in?” you ask, voice croaky and frail because he has you so weak. 

“Yeah. It was so difficult sometimes. I kept thinking of you and trying not to get hard.”

“Holy fuck and I was being fucking jealous…”

“It’s okay, Mistress. I was yours all the time.”

“Holy shit”, you whisper, soaking the towel with your excitement. “I can’t believe you held a concert plugged up. This is so hot, I can’t process it.”

“Just for you, Mistress.”

“Kook, wow. And when we talked?”

“No, it wasn’t in.”

“Did you take it out in the shower?”

“Yeah. I hid it in my clothes but then, then we made up again and I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry Mistress, I put it back in.” 

He mewls and sticks his ass closer to you, revealing more of it. He is such a natural at arching his back. Holy fuck, you are dripping like as a fucking river. 

“Please, can you be inside me? Please, I need you inside me, please”, he begs.

“Fuck, you’re so hot”, you get out, giving his buttocks a spank each.

He flinches both times, moaning sweetly and fingers twisting the sheets. The impact was just harsh enough that his skin reddens a little where you struck him. Not much, it is but a cute little flush.

“You’re blushing now, puppy”, you tease him, rubbing the tender spots. 

Jungkook curses under his breath, burying his face in the sheets with a sensual roll of his eyes.

“Hm, cute”, you smile, giving his tailbone a kiss before straightening up. “Stay like this for me, okay?” 

“Yes, Mistress.” 

You get everything you need to make him yours, putting it on next to the bed. Tonight isn’t the first night you peg Jungkook on this tour or in general for that matter. Anal sex is quite the regular thing between you and him and tonight it feels especially hot. 

To think that he performed plugged up. You might need to rearrange his guts for it. You place the lube bottle in the sheets and climb back onto bed behind him, running your palms along his butt. Jungkook’s breath quickens, he squirms a little. You know that he is so, so excited right now. 

“Mhm, you’re tempting me being like this, you know?” 

He mewls, arching his back.

“So pretty. Makes me wanna pound you like we’re two fucking dogs in heat.”

He moans, heavy cock twitching between his meaty thighs and hole moving the plug needily. It gets him off like crazy when you talk rough with him.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” 

He nods his head vigorously, giving you a sweet cute moan.

“Of course you did. It’s a shame that I don’t want this.” 

“Huh?” he peeks at you pleadingly but gulps when he sees the dirty smirk you are sporting. 

“Get on your back, puppy. Now.” 

Jungkook obeys as quickly as his wobbly knees allow him. He flips right where he is, head facing the foot end of the bed and feet the pillows. 

“That’s it”, you rasp, lying yourself down over him with your hands on each side of his head. 

He gulps, gazing at you in devotion. He reaches up and grasps your wrists, arching his back just for you. His dark hair is ruffled on the white sheets.

“That’s what I want. I wanna look at your pretty face as I make you mine.”

“Mistress…” 

“Yeah, you like that too, don’t you?”

“So much”, he whimpers, nodding his head vigorously. He lets out a little sob, “please I’m so horny, Mistress.” 

“Of course you are. You can sing about being a girl’s Master all you want, but that’s not you, is it? You don’t get off to that, do you?”

“No, Mistress”, he shakes his head, pouting in desperation, “no, I’m Mistress’ puppy. You, you get me off.” 

“Yes, I do. You’re mine. Mine to form and command and own.” 

He moans, thrusting his hips up which results in your strap to rub against his cock. He whimpers and does it again. 

You glance down and chuckle.

“Would you look at that”, you sit up, kneeling with his legs slung around your thighs. You pick up his cock and yours, squeezing them together in a sensual handjob. 

“Holy fuck”, Jungkook croaks and rolls his eyes back, head digging into the sheets and arms reaching high above it to twist the sheets. He arches his back, toes curling on the sheets and cock throbbing against yours. The power you have over him is so obvious to you and it’s getting you off like nothing else. He might have thousands of girls screaming at his feet, he might be singing for them but in your hands, he is turning into a pretty puppy with just the first touch. Only you get to make his body move like that. Only you get to make his face pull this expression. And only you get to make him sing in such ways.

“That’s what I mean. That’s the fucking view I want, puppy. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yourssss”, Jungkook mewls, dragging out the word in a sweet moan as his body writhes on the sheets against his will. Because when he is in your hands he has no own will, no own thoughts. You control him, everything he does, every movement his body makes. 

“Mhhm mine, all mine”, you purr, looking at your cocks so close together.

The dildo you have strapped into the harness is translucent because there is something incredibly arousing about seeing it inside Jungkook. It makes his hole look so pretty. It also looks very pretty against his cock. 

You open the lube bottle with your other hand and tilt it over your cocks to squirt a good amount down on them. Jungkook reacts in a mewl of your name and his cock throbbing against yours. 

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, he curses repeatedly under his breath, lost in the frotting with closed eyes and an agape mouth. His throat looks so sexy like this. 

You spread the lube on your cocks, doing a good job with it. You even break them apart for a bit to jerk them off with one hand each. Jungkook kicks the sheets, voice cracking in the back of his throat.

“Stay still, puppy.” 

“I’m sensitive”, he mewls, kicking again despite trying not to.

“I know you are. You always are. Just try for me, okay?” 

“Oh god”, he whispers, following it up with a desperate keen. He tenses his thighs, forcing his legs to stay still as best as possible. His abs rifle as well, trying so hard to keep his hips from squirming.

“There we go. Good puppy”, you praise and press your cocks together again. You wrap both hands around them, using them to pump you from the bases all the way to the tips.

“A-a-ah”, Jungkook lets out loudly, squirming instantly. 

“Puppy”, you warn in a laugh.

“I’m sorry I- oh!” he sits up as best as possible and grabs your hands tightly. 

“Hm?” 

“Stop, holy fu- wait please. Let go.”

You let him pull you away, gawking at his face so you wouldn’t miss the grimace of agony he pulls. He frowns, gritting his teeth and curling his lips back. He looks so angry like this, but you know better. He was one second away from orgasming. 

“What’s the matter?” you feign your ignorance.

“Close, fuck”, he growls and pushes your hands to your sides, so he can cradle your face instead. He kisses the first spot his lips touch, breathing all over your face. “___ oh my god.”

You chuckle softly, caressing his waist. You can feel how heavily he breathes.

“Why didn’t you let go?”

“I can’t. Not yet. If I let go, I get too tight and…”

“And you can’t get tight yet. Oh puppy, you’re such a good boy. Wanna stay loose for Mistress, mhm?” 

“Yeah”, he mouths at your nose. “So loose. Oh god Mistress, please can you be inside me?” 

“You’re so perfect. Lie down again, okay?”

Jungkook follows your instructions. You touch his thighs and he is already propping his legs up to give you easier access. 

“Very good.” 

You turn away for a second to grab a pillow, turning back to Jungkook already having lifted his butt. 

“Look at you. You’re so obedient tonight.”

“I’m always obedient.” 

You laugh, “no, sometimes you’re being a little brat.”

“That’s only when the concert was really fun. I’m too hyper afterwards.”

“Yeah, I noticed this too. You’re an egg, you know?” 

He huffs out air, “why do you get to call me egg, but I can’t call you muffin?” 

You smile and place yourself atop of him, lowering yourself to your elbows to brush your lips against his’.

“Because I say so.”

“Holy fuck, please kiss me” he breathes, mesmerised beyond saving.

“Mhm, soon”, you tease and straighten up again. 

You run your palms down the inside of his thighs, calling his attention to your touch. 

“Are you comfortable like this?”

“Yeah, really.”

You brush your hands past his cock, speeding up his breath because he knows what will come next. You trace the plug, meeting his eyes.

“Relax for me.” 

He exhales shakily, nodding his head.

“There we go. So good.”

You pull the plug out slowly, making him moan with a throbbing cock. You moan with him, almost drooling at the view. The plug is huge. At least four inches in length and with a diameter as girthy as your strap. His hole barely wants to give it up, stretching around it as you free him from it. 

“Holy fuck, you walked around with this inside?”

“Yes, oh god Mistress oh god, oh god.”

“This is so sexy. Fuck…Kook…you’re so sexy.” 

The plug slips out, forcing his hole to squeeze out hot lube. Thankfully you laid out a towel under his butt because he is already making a mess. 

“I hate this, oh god I wanna be filled up”, Jungkook mewls, squirming in agony.

“Soon, puppy.”

You place the plug aside and spread new lube in your palm to cover your cock with it. The excess you spread on his lose hole. 

Jungkook calms down at the touch but only because it means that he will get your cock soon. He glances at you as best as the position allows. 

You smile at him, scooting closer. It happens naturally that he drapes his legs over yours so your thighs were under his propped up legs and you could be so much closer. Your skins are melted together like this, sharing warmth. It feels so good to know that only you get to experience his body heat this way.

“Are you ready?” 

“So ready, oh god.” 

“Take a deep breath in for me.”

He obeys your command.

“Good, hold it in for three…” you guide your cock to his hole, “..two…” you touch his hole with your tip, “...one, release”, you push inside. 

Jungkook release the breath in a squeaky moan, fingers gripping your thighs instantly and head rolling to the side. You stop with his rim around your tip.

“Look at me.” 

He obeys.

“There we go. Keep looking at me as I slip it in. I wanna see how handsome you look.” 

You move again, pushing your cock further into him. It is so easy to fill him. There is no resistance, just utter willingness to take you.

Jungkook lets out one sound - one breathy, beautiful sound - and then one tear spills from each of his eyes, running down his temples. 

“Hey, are you okay? Does it hurt?” 

He shakes his head, furrowing his brows as he croaks his words.

“Just love you so much.” 

“Oh.” You bottom out. “I love you too.” 

“___ oh god” he chokes out and rolls his  eyes back, squeezing them shut. He spills new tears like this, dimpling your thighs from how needily he holds you. 

“Try to breathe, okay?” 

He nods his head, throwing it back a moment later when you begin rolling your hips into him. He moans your name with no hesitation, arching his back as if it was the best feeling he ever experienced.

“Is this good for you?” 

“It’s the best I ever felt, oh god.”

“Shit, my stomach’s so tingly because of you. You say the hottest shit.” 

“Keep moving please, oh…oh!” 

His hole moves around your cock. He is so flushed on his rim and so pink inside. You see both. Just as you see his cock twitch each time you bottom out. He is trembling so much, moaning so loudly that you want to keep moving just so he doesn’t stop. Is he loud enough that the others hear him? Do the fans hear him? Is it finally enough to show them that he is yours and only yours? Parts of you hope that they can hear him moan on your strap. 

You roll your hips into him, burying your cock deep in his dripping walls. You stay there, writing your name. Jungkook’s moans rise in pitch, he arches his back and curses against his will.

“Am I hitting it, mhm?” 

He nods his head vigorously, leaving nail marks on your skin. 

“Yeah? Right there?” 

You place the flat of your palm on his lower stomach and press down. Your cock hits your palm through his stomach. Jungkook wails up, reaching up to press his hands into his eyes and twist his hair at the same time. His sculpted arms are flexed like this. The noises he makes are like music to your ears. 

“Right there, I know. I can feel myself inside you, puppy. You’re so filled up with me.” 

You don’t expect Jungkook to answer you. His helpless, drugged out noises are everything you need. He is such a good singer, so talented and perfect but he sounds best when you make him moan. The range he shows during such moments is impressive. How can go from deep growls to the highest squeaks and he never sounds off. Honestly, you could get off just listening to him. You really could. 

“Right there, good puppy. You’re taking me so well.”

You draw circles with your palm as you fuck yourself into him. You need him stimulated from as many angles as possible. You need him to feel stuffed and feel every fucking one of your long, drawn out thrusts. You aren’t fucking him right now, you are making sweet possessive love to him. You need every second to feel like endless ecstasy to him. 

And oh how it does. How you mess him up. How weak he is in your hands. 

You can feel it in his stomach first then watch it in his face.

“Is this good, mhm?” you taunt. 

“I have to cum.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

Jungkook sobs your name, pulling his own hair back as he breaks around your strap. He becomes restless, but you push him down with your hand on his tensing stomach. 

“There we go. Let that pressure go, such a good puppy. Cumming so good with your ass”, you talk him through it, watching in fucking obsession. 

You are making him cum without touching his cock. He needed to have your strap so badly that he can orgasm just from it. Oh you are going to make him scream once he calmed down. 

You give him a few moments to catch his breath after his high, allowing his hole to relax around you.

“How was that?”

Jungkook squeaks and mewls weakly, nodding his head.

Knowing he is too ruined to see, you spread more lube on your cock then finally lay yourself atop of him. 

One hard thrust is all it takes. Jungkook rips his eyes open, taking it with a squeal and his brown eyes so big. 

“You’re not done. Hear me?” You rasp, thrusting into him deeply and harshly. 

“___!” He yelps, grabbing your shoulders.

Your eyes are darkened and widened in craze, pinning him down until he feels small and tiny. His hole is throbbing, his insides are so sensitive. Jungkook’s toes curl against his will, he hears his own pulse in his head. This is so overstimulating and he can’t escape it. 

Another deep thrust forces him to slip closer to the edge. You chase him, using the momentum to drill your cock into him until his ass connects with your thighs in a loud slap. His back bends, his feet fly into the air and collide with your lower back. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Wrap your legs around me”, encourage him in a growl, twisting the sheets beside his head. His weakened fingers fall from your shoulders, grabbing his own hair again as he cries under you. 

“Mhm look at your arms like this, so fucking sexy”, you rasp, licking along his biceps before you end it with a deep thrust. The kind which shakes him to his very core and drags an ecstatic moan from his tongue. 

You lick his other arm as well, rewarding his very presence with another thrust. Jungkook shakes under you, stomach convulsing and hole desperately trying to push you out. Not that he wants you out. It happens against his will. You fuck him so good that his body reacts by trying to push. It brings the most sensitive parts to the surface. The parts which are soft and tender and so easily stimulated. Jungkook keeps switching between clenching and pushing, having no control over it as you have him under your spell. 

All he can do is make whatever kind of noises you fuck out of him and pray that he will survive this night. You are so assertive in your thrusts, so possessive in the way you claim him. Granted, you always get a little possessive when you peg him, but tonight it is the main motivator for each of your skilled thrusts and it’s ruining him.

“You’re mine. Holy shit, you’re mine.”

Jungkook wants to say it back, but he can’t. He rarely loses his ability to speak, but he has no words left tonight. You never felt like this before. You never fucked with such force, such depth and craze. And he never felt so frail before. He is so much stronger than you and yet he can’t use any of it right now. His legs tremble around your waist against his will, his arms feel like useless noodles as you lick and bite them repeatedly and his torso is on fire from the constant pleasure you shoot up his body. 

He is yours. Don’t be mistaken. He is yours and yours and yours. He just can’t say back. He physically can’t talk. 

“All of this is mine. Shit puppy, I love you like fucking crazy. I need help.” 

You bite his biceps especially hard, making him sob and drop his arms weakly. His flesh slips from your teeth, his messy face comes into your view. He looks ruined. Teary, snotty, sweaty and flushed. You lower yourself to your elbows and cradle his face, resting your forehead against his’ while your hips chase his depths.

“All mine. For life”, you whisper.

“You’re making me cum”, he sobs, orgasming on your length a second later. He reaches for your face and cries, whimpering your name like his last call for saving. But there is no saving him from the kind of high you give him. He has to get through it even if it feels so good that he loses himself to it. Even if it is so hot that his body is burning. Even if it digs so deep that he actually feels every single nerve in his body make sense of it. 

And because you are you, you make it even better by picking up his cock and jerking it off quickly. 

Jungkook screams, fleeing you until his head falls over the edge and tangles in the air. You chase him, drilling his throbbing hole in quick rolls of your hips while your hand milks his cock.

“Give me everything, puppy. Every single drop.” 

“I have to pee! Please too much! Too much. I’ll piss myself, please!”

“Don’t hold back. Let it happen, puppy. Fucking piss yourself for me.” 

You twist your hand around his cockhead and fuck his swollen prostate, sealing his fate. The stimulation is too much, the pleasure too big. Jungkook gets set off one last time, finally orgasming with his cock. He shoots a huge load of creamy cum at first, covering his own torso and parts of the sheets. Then it happens just as he had said. He spurts sweet pee everywhere, crying like a pathetic boy as you help him get reborn. 

You climax like this with him, spilling tears from the beautiful view in front of you. You own him to the point where you control his bodily functions. He pisses himself for you and screams your name as he does. This is like heroin to you. 

Jungkook tightens up painfully after his high. He reaches for you with one hand, using the other to hit the mattress in his safety gesture. 

You let go of him instantly, stilling your hips.

“Out please out.”

“I am. Relax and breathe. Breathe.”

You slip out of his painfully tight hole, soothing it afterwards with soft rubs.

“Breathe baby, it’s already done.”

“Holy fuck, oh god”, he croaks and then the next moments are filled with sounds of you and him catching your breaths. 

You know that he needs this and you need it too. You can’t stop looking at him and the puddle he left on his own torso. His own cum mixes with it. His sweat does too. He did this for you. Because you told him to. You really don’t have to worry, do you? 

Jungkook comes back to you, trying to sit up.

“Ah, everything hurts”, he gives up, head still tangling over the edge. 

“Wait. I’ll wipe you down and then help.”

He lets you clean him. 

“Wrap your arms around me.”

He obeys, giggling in surprise when you tug him up moments later. Like this, you and he are facing each other, legs tangled together and bodies so close. You cradle his neck and rub his upper back, gazing into his beautiful eyes. 

He has his fingers in your hair as deeply as possible, eyes lost in yours. 

“I love you”, you whisper.

“I love you too”, he breathes and spills tears.

You wipe them instantly, “don’t cry.”

“I’m happy. You made me feel so good.”

“Yeah? It felt so good for me too. Oh Kookie”, you cradle his cheeks, resting your forehead against his’, “you peed yourself for me.”

“I would do it again. It’d do anything for you.” He hugs you, face hidden in the safe crook of your neck. “I never experienced something like this before. Not with anyone. I can’t believe this happened to me. Thank you, ___. It felt so good, you have no idea.” 

“Mmh no I think I’m getting an idea.”

“You do?”

“You’re making me squirt regularly, remember?” 

He snickers, nodding his head. 

“I know how you felt.” You hug him tighter. “I’m so glad you felt this way. Shit baby, I feel so giddy. This was so perfect for me.” 

“Yes, it was perfect. Thank you for being like this. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

He nuzzles and sighs. There is no more bad blood between you and him. You love him and he loves you, it is finally clear to both of you again. This is all that you needed tonight. Oh, how wonderful it is to be together. 

“So, about room service. I was thinking. We could order two things from the menu each and then share it. So we get to try lots of food.”

“I get that the pegging made you hungry?”

“Mhm, you basically fucked a new stomach into me. I gotta fill it.”

You laugh loudly, breaking away to look at him.

“It’s stuff like that which makes you an egg. You say the weirdest stuff. Only an egg can do that.” 

He laughs.

“Well, only muffins complain about this which makes you The Muffin of all the muffins.” 

“Oh Kook, you cutie. I’m so happy with you”, you giggle, pulling him back into the hug. One which he falls into gladly and with a fluttering heart. “Don’t ever break my heart. Hear me?” you say, plead even. 

“I wouldn’t even dream of it. Your heart is safe with me. Actually, I’ll build it its own cozy home and make sure it’s always taken care of. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. If your heart was a flower, I would water it each day and give it sunlight so it won’t ever have to wither away.”

You melt with him, spilling tears on his naked shoulder. 

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

“I love you too, ___.”

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hi can i ask how p1harmony would act if their partner run out of social battery in public settings? thank youu

when you run out of social battery ♡

# author's note … wow i haven’t written in this format for a while <\3

┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ]

you’re both chill and stubborn so good luck with that :p

you always try to act like you’re not tired but if keeho asks you, you tell him the truth

if its an event he really really really wanted to attend you’ll both stay until he’s done but you can be assured he’ll pamper you later <3

and during too!

“one more hour, okay? there’s still some people i wanted to talk to” he pouted slightly and you just nodded, sending him a lazy smile “i’ll grab you a drink, hm?”

you watched him have fun and that warmed your heart. he was all giddy and excited, you just didn’t have the gut to go home now.

once he was done and satisfied, he ordered an uber and wrapped an arm around you waiting for it to arrive. your eyes were half closed, nuzzling into him for assurance.

“i’m so proud, you know? thank you for holding on, i really appreciate it. love you” he hummed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“anything for you. can you scratch my back when we go to sleep though?” you asked, raising your head up. keeho grinned with a nod.

“of course”

┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ]

he could be in the middle of a concert and see a glimpse of tiredness on your face and call it a day

he’s soooo chivalrous:( he’ll take the blame so you don’t feel guilty for going home earlier

(even if you protest)

intak bursted out laughing at a joke one of his friends cracked and with a corner of his eye he saw your bland reaction. it was a sign you’re out of your social battery; well, you started feeling exhausted earlier - you became non verbal a while ago and started fiddling with your purse.

one look it took for you two to communicate that you’re tired. you opened your lips to announce it but intak grabbed your hand under the table and let out a sudden, loud gasp that even startled you.

“ah, i forgot i have practice tomorrow. shit, we moved it and it totally slipped my mind… the joke about horse just reminded me… you know, keeho… well, whatever. we’ll keep going, im so so sorry!” he said normally, rubbing your skin and sending his friends an apologetic smile “let’s do this again soon, guys! i had so much fun! let me know when you get home, okay?”

they were not too happy about it but let you go, minutes later you two sitting in a cab.

“you’re crazy” you grunted and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. seeing you a bit more relaxed now was worth it.

“i was getting tired too, either way.”

┆彡 THEO [ 테오 ]

hes just so into whats happening that more often than not he kind of misses the stage when you run out of your battery :(

he feels really guilty when he does though so u can be sure the second he realizes you’re like,, half asleep, he’s taking you home

wont admit but lowkey ur sleepy state is far more worth observing than whatever he was doing at the social outing

“and then i won! literally snatched the ball from his hands and–” taeyang was explaining how he absolutely destroyed intak in a basketball game they had recently, when keeho nudged his arm.

“your partner is sleeping on seob. and he’s also asleep” the leader snickered and theo’s eyes widened as he scanned the place in search of you. eventually, he saw you and the youngest asleep on the couch. your head leaning on his shoulder, seob’s head resting on yours. a soft smile formed on taeyang’s lips.

“let’s get them home” he snickered and stood up. guilt washed over him that he didn’t notice earlier.

he gently woke you up, sleepy eyes meeting his. theo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hi, sleepyhead. sorry for not noticing earlier” he hummed and you just shook your head in protest.

“it’s okay, jongseob is a nice pillow” you snickered and your boyfriend just tsked.

“good thing we’re going home now. i’m a better pillow, actually” taeyang puffed his chest out dramatically and helped you stand up.

“not with that big head of yours, idiot–” the younger’s voice sounded quietly from below.

┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ]

another gentleman 🥹

always puts you first, no matter the circumstances!!

does not care in the slightest what others will think,, like hello u wanna be home, so then be it!

you really tried to act like you’re not tired, you really did. but shota started showing you his island on his switch and you couldn’t help your eyes from closing a bit. you two ran off to hide your unwillingness to be here – since jiung really wanted to attend this party you just didn’t want to go home yet. since soul also felt a little sleepy and didn’t mind you not talking, you just watched his animal crossing shenanigans.

“here you two are” you heard a familiar voice and slowly looked up to see jiung. he sent you a soft smile and then noticed shota rubbing his eyes. “let’s go home, okay?”

“nooo you wanted to be here” you whined, a small pout on your lips. he shook his head and helped you stand up.

“i’ve had my fun. now it’s time for bed. both of you” he giggled and helped shota stand up too “i feel like a grumpy dad”

you scoffed and pecked his cheek, grabbing the younger boy’s switch before it slipped out of his hand. jiung sent you a warm smile and interlocked your hand with his.

┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ]

he sooo gets the feeling of running out of social battery:(

when there are times when you run out of it sooner than him (which is rather the other way around) he’ll ,, well ..

go home without telling anyone (maybe except his mom (keeho))

“shota, i’m kinda tired” you mumbled into his ear, hanging on his shoulder tiredly. he scanned your face with wide eyes – and the hands that were anxiously fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. he nodded, taking your hands in his and interlocking your fingers with his reassuringly “but we don’t have to–”

“let’s go then” your boyfriend smiled softly and dragged you to the exit, sneaking behind the crowd. you played along, pretending to be walking on your tip toes. once out, fresh air made you wake up a little.

“won’t they be worried?” you asked quietly. shota hummed in thought.

“no, i told keeho. besides, we left together” he shrugged and swung your hands a little. the gesture was really precious “do you want to play minecraft when we get home? we don’t have to talk”

┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ]

honestly he couldn’t care less what others will think

if his baby is out of social battery, he’s out of there

he’s just so rebellious ! (will get yelled at later)

seob noticed you drifting away a while ago but only when you poked his arm gently, he was sure. he leaned forward to hear you better.

“i kind of want to go home but… if you want to stay that’s fine too. i just won’t be too talkative, i’m really tried” you told him, scanning his reaction. he nodded and looked at you. tucking back a stray hair behind your ear with a mischievous look in his eye.

“let’s head home then. it’s pissing me off that i can’t kiss you here with all the people around” he teased with a playful smile (and it’s not like that he’s too shy to do it in public or whatever).

jongseob took your hand gently and you two sneaked outside, leaving without a word.

“i wonder when will they notice” you giggled, wrapping your hand around his arm.

“if they even will” jongseob snickered.

masterlist <3

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,,

@mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee

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Pairing: P1harmony Jiung x GN!Reader Ft. Theo and Keeho

Word count: 581

Summary: When things get rocky between Jiung and Y/n, Keeho urges him to write a letter explaining his feelings.

A/n: Hey so you remember that one letter Jiung wrote to Y/n that I was telling you about?? Lol well here it is! I was supposed to post it months ago, but I kept putting it off. I hope you enjoy!!

Order for: @sxfterhearts @p1ecesofate @issadumbass @stellxx @sunnydeized @halaboyz @chenleluvr @astro-doll-the-star @zynz0 @orangebl0ssoms - unable to tag

┊⋆ ˚✯✩. Songs to listen to while reading: Let Me In - Exo, It'll Be Ok - Yoandri, Fair-Weathered Friend - Bruno Major .✩✯⋆ ˚ ┊

Read this first! (The original fic this letter is intended for)

Daily click for Palestine | Learn more about Palestine

2024.08.25

Hi my love,

Keeho told me that you liked getting letters and I realized that throughout our relationship I haven’t really sat down to write you one and I’m sorry. I hope to change that, but it may be too late, isn't it? I don’t know but I love you so much. I don’t have an excuse for why I treated you so poorly and honestly I shouldn’t be making excuses. You deserve so much better and yet you chose to stay by my side. I could never thank you enough for being with me through thick and thin. Just your presence alone motivated me to continue my journey and work harder as a producer.

I wanted to say that I’m sorry for not being more present... which is ironic considering you’ve been there for me and yet I couldn’t return the gesture. Some boyfriend, right? Now that I’m thinking about it I should have done more for you. I should have put my work on pause  because let’s face it, it’s not like it would have hurt my career. The only reason I’m where I am today is because of you and the support you’ve given me.

That night should not have ended the way it did. I should have ran after to stop you from walking away. I should have fought more for our relationship. I don’t know why I just sat there, it was so stupid of me. You know Theo and Keeho nearly jumped me when I told them we had ended things. Theo called me an idiot and Keeho, well you know how he is. He said he’d throw out my music equipment if I didn’t do something. Babe, you don’t understand, he literally showed up at my studio everyday for a week to remind me.

All this to say that I love you so much. I miss our silly dates and the times you made me smile. Like that one time we both cried watching Up and when we both got lost in the middle of the night trying to find your apartment. I miss those times and I miss how you used to leave me meals in front of my studio with the sweetest notes (I keep them in a box under my bed) and how you always call me first when you have good news, not even Keeho. I miss when you’d fall asleep on my shoulder when we’d take the bus home from the studio and your little happy dances when you ate good food. God, I should probably stop, but I won’t. I don’t know how else to say this, but I am still so deeply in love with you.

When the time comes and if you give me another chance, I want to say how blessed I am to have you in my life. Who else am I going on my nature walks with? Who else enjoys hikes? Theo and Keeho said they’d rather be stuck doing my laundry rather than explore nature with me (maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point). I love sending you pictures of my hikes, the sky or animals because they remind me of how beautiful you are. Your beauty truly surpasses nature and I am so lucky to have had you in my life.

Until then, please continue to take care of yourself and know that I am always here for you.

Sincerely,

Your one and only Choi Jiung 

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Kinktober Day 5: Perv Best Friend

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Han Jisung x reader

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“God, Hyunjin’s so annoying,” Jisung remarks, as he shoves his way past the door and into the bathroom.

The faint sounds of chatter can be heard when he gets quiet again, observing the way you touch up your crimson lipstick in the mirror. There’s a rhythmic thump from the heavy bass of the speakers downstairs, and when he glances at the door to ensure it’s locked, he can almost swear he still hears Hyunjin’s obnoxious tone filling the room with tales of his pretentious college life as an art major.

“Jisung, you’re not really supposed to follow a girl into the bathroom,” you say to him, chuckling lightly.

“What? It’s not like you’re taking a piss or something. You’re just doing your makeup again.”

You sigh frustratedly, biting back a smile at the sight of Jisung leaning against the wall behind you, a bottle of apple juice in hand and his arms folded over his broad chest.

It’s almost pathetic how clingy your best friend can be- completely sober at every social outing, always sulking about how much he despises the atmosphere.

“I’m just going because you’re going,” he’ll usually say, and you know it to be true by the way he follows you around like a lost puppy. Always voicing his distaste for the people, or the music, or sometimes the food. Typically a little annoyed if there are more men than women, but also painfully awkward in the presence of any woman besides yourself. Fidgeting around on his phone as though a game of Tetris might somehow make the evening go faster- in between strings of texts to you, of course, begging to just call it a night already.

“He’s not annoying,” you finally say, and Jisung scoffs in response.

“Nobody cares that he studied abroad for a semester. And I’m sure anybody could paint the way he does.”

“Sounds like you’re just a little jealous,” you say, raising an eyebrow, as you blot your lips with a folded tissue.

“Jealous?” He retorts, his eyebrows arching up as though he’s pleading for you to think otherwise. “You’re just saying that because you want to fuck him.”

Jisung waits for you to argue with him, taking a swig of his apple juice as he prepares for you to pivot on your heel and yell at him for implying such a far-fetched idea. But when several seconds of silence pass, he swallows nervously, knowing that this is an even worse outcome that he was preparing himself for.

“What, so I’m right?” Jisung chimes in again with a chuckle. His fingers run along the grooves of the plastic bottle, pupils trembling, as he hears you sigh loudly.

“I think he’s cute,” is all you say, mentally preparing yourself for the fit he’ll inevitably throw at the confession.

“Hyunjin?” Jisung voices, like you haven’t been talking about him for the entirety of your conversation so far. “Are you serious? Wow, you really do have the worst taste in guys.”

He takes a step forward, placing the now-empty bottle on the granite counter by your makeup bag and meeting your gaze in the mirror.

“Do you do it on purpose?” He questions, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as one hand runs through his tousled black hair. “Choose the worst guys to thirst over?”

“He’s not the worst, Jisung. You just don’t like him- that’s different.”

“I don’t like him because he’s the worst.”

When you finally do pivot around, Jisung is surprisingly close to you, his fingertips practically grazing the hem of your skirt as his gaze meets yours. He swallows nervously at the proximity, hands shoving awkwardly into the pockets of his jeans, as he towers over you.

“What’s a guy like Hyunjin have,” Jisung begins, observing the way you straighten your posture to maintain a confident stance. “That a guy like me, doesn’t have?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the question, your heartbeat quickening in your chest at the sight of him this close to you.

It’s a fair question- one you’ll never be able to conjure up a proper answer to, considering there’s really nothing Hyunjin has that Jisung doesn’t. Sure, he’s an artist, and he’s remarkably handsome. But Jisung is both of those things, too- he’s also funny, charming, adorably clingy. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be smitten with Jisung, too- except he’s your best friend, and nothing more.

“Nothing,” you say candidly.

Jisung furrows his brows in confusion at your response.

“You never call me cute,” he argues. “It’s always some stupid frat guy, or a total jock, or a painter. Not that I care, anyway, but you’re not really helping your case by admitting that we share no real discrepancies, and yet you still favor him-”

It’s you who kisses Jisung first, leaning forward just an inch to press a chaste kiss to his pouty lips, your eyes shut while his eyes widen in surprise. When you pull back again, he scans your face for some sign of this being a cruel joke, but there’s no clear indication in your otherwise unreadable expression.

“What was that for?” Jisung asks, his heart racing in his chest. He hopes you can’t tell that he’s already hard beneath his jeans, desperate for you to do it again- maybe take it even further, the way he’s always wished you would.

“You’re annoying,” is all that you say to him, stepping back to hoist yourself onto the granite counter. You assume a spot on the counter beside the sink, hands by your sides, your eyes locked on his as though you’re beckoning for him to continue.

Jisung isn’t sure if he should make a move, knowing you’ll probably just complain that he’s not Hyunjin. But when he takes a single step forward, his lips hovering over yours once more, there’s not a complaint uttered from between your parted lips. Instead, your heavy breathing, as your hands pull him in by the thin black tank top he sports, pressing your lips back to his to kiss him properly this time.

It’s clear how badly Jisung’s always wanted this, by the way that he slips his tongue between your lips, moaning softly between motions as his hands part your legs. When he separates momentarily to slip your sweater off, he’s mesmerized by the lacy brassiere you sport, having gotten off to the thought of it several dozens of times before.

His lips find yours again, working down your neck in hungry motions, as though he’s trying to paint your flesh in as many bruises as he possibly can with the few minutes he has you like this in the bathroom.

“Jisung,” you say to him, your fingers traveling to his crotch and palming his bulge over his jeans.

He practically reads your mind before you can make your request, his nimble fingers working down to undo his belt and snake his jeans down his slender waist. And then all at once he’s in just his underwear, his cock straining desperately against the fabric, as he toys with the waistband of your panties, too.

“Please, can I?” Jisung asks, almost pathetically, as he emits a soft moan before he can elaborate. Your hands massage his clothed bulge, fascinated at how big your best friend feels when he’s hard- and all of it for you only.

He groans when the contact is broken again, but only for your hands to tug his underwear down and effectively free his erection for you. And when your head tilts to observe the sight of his pink cock leaking with precum, he buries his face in your neck again pulling your flesh between his teeth and whispering little pleas to let him pleasure you.

“Sorry I’m not some frat boy, or an artist,” Jisung mumbles against you, rutting against your thigh like an animal in heat. “But I guarantee I want this more than they do.”

An involuntary chuckle escapes your lips before you grasp his chiseled face between your hands, forcing his gaze onto yours and kissing him passionately.

“If you’re gonna fuck me,” you say to him, your hands traveling down to pull down your own underwear. “Then get on with it already.”

His lips pull into a toothy grin against your mouth as one hand wraps around the base of his cock, the other hand guiding your legs a little wider as he positions himself in front of you. He taps the tip of his cock against your clit in anticipation as he kisses you again, and you moan softly at the sensation, your arms wrapping around him to pull him in even closer. At the same time you do, he thrusts himself inside of you, slipping past your lips with ease, his girth completely engulfed by your wetness.

Jisung’s eyes seem to roll back when he’s finally inside of you, quickening his movements without a second to spare as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips rutting frantically, like you’ll change your mind if he slows down to remind you it’s your best friend fucking you. But your movements are frantic, too, clawing at his broadened back as he slips his tongue between your lips again, his cock hitting every inch of you and filling you up in a way you’re not sure you’ve ever been satisfied before. One hand reaches up to steady himself on the glass mirror behind you, pressing desperately against the foggy glass, as he fucks you a little faster now, grunts escaping his lips with every thrust, as his other hand steadies your waist.

“Fuck,” Jisung remarks, head hanging to watch his cock disappear in and out of you. “He could never fuck you like this. Do you know how hard you make me?”

“Yeah,” is all you can say back, and it’s unclear whether it’s an answer to your question, or a verbal display of blissful pleasure. Either way, when he meets your gaze again to kiss you, he feels your nails dig into his back, your walls clenching around him as you near your finish.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe out to him, trying to catch your breath as his movements maintain their quick pace.

And for a brief moment, you’re reminded that Jisung is your best friend- and he has been for several years now, despite your knowledge of him always wanting something more. He makes no effort to hide it from you, of course, frequently caught staring at your chest a little bit too long, inquiring about your one night stands, or even insisting he tag along on dates to “keep an eye out for you”. Perhaps there have been a few comments here and there about how he’d have fucked you long ago if you weren’t friends first and foremost, or that you check every box for a woman of his standards. But the confusion is nothing but a fleeting concern for another day, as you’re brought back to the sensation of his fingers gripping your waist, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

Jisung’s been spewing his perversions all the while your mind’s run elsewhere, admitting that he’s “always thought about you like this”, and that “he’s never been this hard for another girl before”. And the rest is indistinguishable as his voice raises an octave, begging to cum inside of you, as he fucks you particularly hard now.

Before he can even announce that he’s close- or perhaps he already has, Jisung is indeed cumming inside of your throbbing sex, as he buries his lips in the crook of your neck, littering sloppy kisses down to your clavicles. He doesn’t slow his thrusts just yet- in fact, his breathing grows labored as he begins to fuck his release in and out of you now, meeting your lips once more as he attempts to speak.

“Are you close?” Jisung asks, whimpering at the sensation of your pussy clenching down around his length. “I’ll stop when you finish, too.”

And the words are dizzying, to hear that he’s so insistent on putting your pleasure first- something you’re not sure any guy has done for you before. Of course if it was going to be anyone, it’d be your perverted best friend and longtime admirer, who’s only dreamt of getting you to cum for him.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say for the second time this evening, while Jisung is still half-hard inside of you. His thrusts are a little shallower, but he keeps a steady pace, just grazing your lips with his as he works you to your release.

He might be persistent, and his mind may run a little too rampant with thoughts of you- both of which work in your favor, you now know, when you finally feel yourself clench one last time around him, throbbing as you gasp for air during your release. In one swift motion, your fluids are trickling down around his cock, and he’s groaning at the sensation, fucking the last of his release, and now yours, back into you.

His panting slows its course as he pulls out of you, scrambling to collect a wad of tissues to assist you in getting cleaned up. As you hoist yourself off the counter, you can’t help but keep your gaze on his, cocking your head curiously, as he fastens his belt once more and tousles his hair in the mirror.

“I suppose we should head back out there,” Jisung states casually, gesturing at the door.

It’s you now, who can’t seem to stop staring at the broad chest he flaunts beneath his tank top, eyeing his slender waist and his veiny hands. He’s a good fuck- perhaps also skilled with his fingers, and most definitely his tongue. The sink is just big enough for him to bury his face between your legs- and outside, the party is just busy enough so that nobody would notice if you stayed here another half, maybe even a full hour.

“I dunno,” you say to Jisung, fiddling awkwardly with the hem of your bra. “We could… stay here a bit longer?”

He smirks, as though this was his plan all along, and then he pulls his shirt off over his head before he can relay a proper answer.

“You’re annoying,” is all Jisung replies, using your own words against you, as he hoists you back onto the granite counter.

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