JUST JUNGKOOK WORKING OUT

JUST JUNGKOOK WORKING OUT

Hello Nimi! This is Beth.

As you know I've already deactivated my blog, I would like to show my gratitude towards you for one last time.

I'm really grateful for your support and love towards my works. You've been kind to me and the way you encouraged me... I can't thank you enough for that.

I don't know what you think about the "plagiarism issue" but whatever your opinion is on this, I respect that. Also, I'm sorry if I have caused you any trouble.

But, I want to clear out a few things:

I don't know why they never thought about the thing that if I was to plagiarize someone's work, why would I post it on the same platform as the original fic where they have 8k+ notes? I would have posted that on Wattpad or any other platform. Idk why no one noticed that.

I deleted my account because of the hate comments and the hatred towards me was becoming too much that it started to affect my mental peace, not because any other reason people are spreading. I don't know how people can be so much inconsiderate and cruel! They tend to forget that all of these people here on Tumblr are real humans, including me, who are living in this real world, have jobs, studies and a family, they have heart and soul and feelings of their own. They don't understand how much their words can have an effect on people. Those words had affected me so much so that I had to leave this app and delete my blog. You know, you can have your own opinion, maybe you can think it was plagiarism but there were many different ways to phrase it, still they managed to being inconsiderate and cruel about it. Even though, I have already left, they continued to spread nagetive comments about me. So, I have to say this.

To all the people who spread hatred and bully people online or even offline: Know that you're the reason behind someone's depression, you're the reason someone took their life. I hope, you know the depth of your words which affected someone so much so that they had took their own life. I hope, you know how inhuman you are.

Anyway, Nimi, I wish you a bright future. Make sure to give your best and crack those exams. I wish you success🤍

Take care and good bye🤎✨

#bethschamberoftales

I love you and I'll miss you baby I don't know about the palgarism coz I haven't read the fic but I love you work hope you have a bright future ahead I'll really miss you its so sad that you deactivated your account we used to chat so much. I'll really miss you I Love you and thank you my friend

Can't wait for it 😍😍😍😍

Forbidden fairytale | JJK (m) | Masterlist

They can't be together. They aren't meant for each other, still they can't help but pull towards one another. His job comes first and he'll do anything to get his job done. Then, you came into his life and breaks his morals into pieces. When you found the sacred knight of your dreams, you can't help but fall in love. Is this forbidden love going to destroy you both or there is a happily ever after for you, too?

➳ Pairing: Bodyguard!Jungkook x Princess!reader

➳ Genre: s/e2l, forbidden love, royal!au; fluff, angst, smut

➳ Contents & warnings: Slow burn, class difference, royalty, evil stepmother, endearing friends, close proximity, lots of bickering and teasing, misunderstandings, age gape, Angst, dark past, mention of PTSD, smut and fluff; and more chapter specific warnings! | 18+

➳ Word count: ???

➳ Status: ongoing

➳ Banner: creadit goes to @missgeniality for making that amazing banner.

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⇏Forbidden fairytale | coming soon...

"How is that you're still alive under this scorching sun?"

"Trying to get me to take my shirt off, Princess?"

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Omg it's soooooo good glad you are back baby 😻😻😽😽

The act of craving | JJk (m)

Summary:- When you go to complain to your loud neighbor but he turns out to be a hot single dad and later you become babysitter for his daughter, things are bound to escalate.

↳ Pairing: Dilf!Jungkook x f. reader

↳ Genre(s): Smut, angst, tons of fluff, single parent au.

↳ W/C: 12.6k

↳ Warning(s): Dilf jk!!!, age gap (Jk is 4 years older than her), cute baby and daddy moments🤭, reader is his baby's babysitter and also his neighbour and also a barista, bickering between neighbours at first which turned into something later🤭, BIKER JK!!!!, LOTS of teasing and kissing, oral (m and f receving), eating out on the kitchen counter, hair pulling, grabbing, manhandling, cow girl (OC on top but Jk is in charge), clothed sex (they were so horny for each other), protective sex, dirty talk and lastly bitterly sweet and caring JK😭 that's it I think?

↳ Listen to I really like you by Carly Rae Jepsen

↳ A/N: This is a gift from me to all of you💜 thank you for keep loving and supporting me<3 A huge thanks to @downbad4yoongi for her amazing beta service🤍. Now listen, this is important! Please read the note at the end of the story and let me know your decision!! And also let me know what you think about this fic!

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Life isn’t easy and you learned that the hard way.

When you first arrived in this entirely new country, you anticipated facing various kinds of obstacles. However, never in your wildest imagination did you think that hearing a baby cry all day and night, along with someone’s moans every single weekend, would be among them.

Maybe not every weekend but this happened more than once.

They are so loud that you can’t be block them out, even if you buried yourself under a bunch of pillows. And those bed-creaking sounds and the constant slamming of the bed against the shared wall of your apartment are agonizing.

But, this time, it’s much louder than any other night.

It’s been going on for two months now! You’ve endured hearing those filthy things they said to each other while going at it, the moans and screams, not to mention the constant crying of the baby. That’s okay. Babies are meant to cry, and you know that.! But, that amount of weeping is unhealthy.

You remember how peaceful the building used to be when he wasn’t here.

You miss those days.

You groan under your pillow at failed attempt to block the sounds coming from his apartment. You have an exam the day after tomorrow, so you need the proper amount of sleep. Your neighbor is fucking up your sleeping schedule along with your mental state, just as much as he is fucking that chick’s many orifices.

They have been going at it for at least an hour now! That’s pretty impressive compared to the guy you’d previously had sex with. He traumatized you with how bad he was in bed, so much so, that you never did it with anyone else after that horrible experience.

Finally, all your patience over the last two months breaks. You stomped your way over to your shameless neighbor’s door to give him a piece of your mind.

You are raging when you stand at his apartment door, banging on it with all the strength you have to give him some hint that he better hurry the fuck up and open the door.!

After waiting for a moment, which seems like an hour, your careless neighbor opens his door, but the sight you are presented with isn’t welcoming in any way. He Is standing on the threshold with only a bedsheet wrapped around his waist, which hangs very low, displaying his view of that ‘V’ line down there.

Basic decency, dude!

You keep your eyes fixed on his face. His body might be admirable, but your eyes aren’t able to see anything but rage at that moment.

“You know, it’s two in the morning?”

“Yeah?” a confused frown settles on his face as he stares at you with an indescribable innocence which you find amusing, contrary to his physique and his current state. His hair is disheveled, lips swollen from – you don’t want to know from what.

“So, people are trying to sleep; that’s why you should keep it down because it’s impossible to sleep with all those noises!” you say that in one breath, your voice elevated a little higher at the end of your sentence, which makes the man in front of you flinch subtly.

Then, you see his face become a mixer of guilt and embarrassment. His cheeks turn the color of tomato and you noticed him rubbing his ears while averting his gaze away from your face.

He is cute, you’re not gonna lie. But; the suffering he has caused you over the last few months won’t make up for that cuteness.

“Oh! I’m sorry about that. From now on, I’ll keep that in mind –“ he shifts his weight from one feet to the another, “And sorry again for the… inconvenience.”

You start to turn away but halt your movements as you remember, “And – stop hitting the wall with your bed.”

His brow rises for a moment after realizing what you’re referring to before abruptly saying, “Yeah, sure! I’ll look after that too.”

He seems genuinely sorry for what he has done, so you don’t waste any more of your time or his and turn on your heels towards your apartment.

You feel bad for him. You’ve never talked to him so you don’t know anything about him, just some occasional glances on the same elevator with him or passing by the hallway, but you’ve heard rumors about his girlfriend who’d left him after giving birth to their baby. Ever since then, he’s a single dad managing everything on his own without the mother of his children. It must be hard, you think.

There were times when you considered approaching him and offering help, but your disrupted sleeping schedule, caused by him, prevented you from being kind towards him.

You crash on your bed as soon as you reach your own apartment, ready to sleep peacefully this time. Not even five minutes after your encounter, the pounding sound resonates from his apartment. You let out a groan in frustration as you covers your face with your pillow.

The lack of sleep last night, makes you grumpy, and the rest of the day is a fucking mess. You can’t even concentrate on your studies. Your occasionally groans in frustration and your restless energy in the library throughout the day makes people around you mad. They were definitely irritated by you, but you don’t care even a little bit. How could you when your brain isn’t even functioning properly?.

You don’t even want to return to your apartment because of the nuisance next door. You tried to file a complaint against him by going to the landlord, but, unfortunately, he wasn’t home at the time.

You go back to your apartment in the evening, after spending the whole day out. When you return, that annoying man was standing outside of your door. You narrow your eyes in suspicion and take a few cautious steps towards him before he sees you and rushes towards you.

You are flabbergasted when he hands you a bouquet of flowers, holding it out for you. Your brows rise on their own, and mouth slightly parting. Why the hell is he giving you flowers out of nowhere and after what he did last night?

“Listen, I’m sorry about last night. I should have been more mindful. I already moved the bed, and I promise you won’t have to worry about the noise from now on.” His voice sounds soft and sincere. His eyes sparkling under the hallway’s light, showing the sculpted features of his face.

He stands there patiently, waiting for you to take the flowers. “Those are for me?” you asked, still in disbelief.

“Yeah… I considered making dinner for you also as an apology.” Then he stood there in silence, his big bambi eyes staring at you.

You are impressed by all the kindness he is showing, but you remember what he said last night. Crossing your arms in front of you, you say, “ You already apologized but did the same thing again!”

“But, I did move my bed to another room. You can see for yourself if you want.” He offers. You shake your head, going into someone’s bedroom seems too intimate, and you can’t do something like that.

Your next words hang in the air as you hear a baby crying sound from his apartment. Jungkook don’t even wait for you as he sprints towards his room. You follow his trail into his apartment but halt after a few steps inside.

There are toys everywhere, spread out all over his living room, baby food on the dinner table and some on the floor and a burning smell in the air.

“Oh, shit!” you and Jungkook’s eyes land on the stove and you immediately run towards it to turn it off.

You see Jungkook holding his baby in his arms, and rocking her left and right to soothe. Once again, you felt bad about his situation.

“Is she okay?” you move away from the stove and towards the large ‘L’ shaped sofa. His spacious living room is furnished with minimal furniture’s. His whole apartment leans toward the minimalistic vibe except for the mess on the floor.

“Yeah, she’s fine. I forgot to put pillows by her side.” You watch him tucking her fluffy hair behind her ears in the gentlest way possible. His eyes holds indescribable warmth and affection towards his baby. You listen to him comforting his little human with ‘it’s okay’ and ‘Daddy is here’ while delicately caressing her plushy cheeks. You stare at the sight unfolding before you, eyes softening on their own as an unknown warmth fills in your chest.

You can’t help but ask out of the blue, “What’s her name?” Your voice is gentle as you nearly whisper those words to him.

“It’s Nari.” He coos at her, and you watches her reach a plump little hand out for him. He brings his face a little closer, and she grabs at his nose and pulls it with a little squeal.

He just laughs at the adorable shenanigans of his baby girl, “You are my strong girl, aren’t you?” he sing-songs to her. A giggle leaves your mouth without you noticing.

All the anger from before melting away. You thought you were going to pass out from the cuteness when a question bubbled up in your mind, “Why don’t you hire a babysitter? I think, it would be very helpful for you.”

“I did hire one, but they quite. After that, I haven’t met anyone who is willing to do the job.” He sighs ands he looks down to Nari who is currently giggling into his arms while playing with his different earrings.

She doesn’t pay you any attention until you come closer. When her eyes landed on you, she doesn’t make a sound, she stops smiling and just stares at you with eyes reminiscent of her father’s. She started at you in awe. Her plump lips part slightly as she reaches her hand out to you.

She starts wiggling in his arms restlessly while reaching both of her arms towards you. Jungkook immediately hands her into your arms and you cradle her carefully, taking her into your embrace.

She lets out a squeal but continue to stare at your face. You are confuse as to why she is doing that. Is there something on your face? Do you look like one of the cartoon characters she watches on TV? Or, are you ugly enough that a child even isn’t able to figure out if you’re from Earth or another planet?

But she pushes aside all of your doubts and wariness out of the window when she let out a giggle and says, “Ee-ttee.”

She keeps repeating the word but you can’t figure out what she is trying to tell. You stared at her confused but eyes tender from her overwhelming cuteness.

“She is complimenting you., She’s calling you’re pretty,.” Jungkook explains.

That makes you flustered. He looked at his daughter and shakes his head in amusement while chuckling. Nari babbles something while giggling on her own. Her little body jolting in your hold but you put a hand on the back of her shoulder to steady her. “Thank you, but you’re prettier.”

You flick her nose with your index finger, and she scrunches her nose a little, and a giggle babbling out of her chest. Her smile is adorable.

“But I heard somewhere, pretty people can only recognize the beauty in others.” What he means by that statement pertains to the concept of internal beauty. One can only identify and appreciate it if one already possesses it within oneself.

You halt in your movements and rise your brows as you registered the words he just said. Your gaze slowly goes up towards him and as soon as your eyes lands on him, you see the blush on his cheeks spreads throughout his neck now and you find the sight satisfying. Somehow it gives you strength to know that, you’re not the flustered one here.

You kept aside the bashfulness of yours for now and say in a teasing way, “ And, I suspect you are one of those people, Mr. Jeon?”

You see the color of his ears deepening. Watching him getting flustered and all bashful is oddly satisfying and amusing. You’re having the time of your life by doing that. He clears his throat and cackles, shoving his hands into the pocket of his jogger, “And, why would you think that?”

You playfully sigh as you hoist Nari on your hips and bounces her. Jungkook understands your intention when you said, ‘Because you capture the beauty in your lenses and that requires you to recognize it with your eyes first. Isn’t it right, Nari?’ He is a person of simplicity, who greatly values the appreciation of one’s inner self before their outward appearance, just like himself..

“Aa – Eee – ah,” she makes different kinds of noises for which you don’t have enough knowledge to solve. You turn towards Jungkook who is standing there bewildered, like he just spotted an otherworldly being talking to him but slowly a smile makes its way across his lips. His eyes shine with something you couldn’t recognize.

You aren’t good at flirting, Actually you’re the worst when it comes to flirting and giving hints, but your friends have always said that you DID have the ability but you never believed them until now! You think you are feeling confident enough and can drag out this subtle game of words for a little while. So, you come up with few other pick-up lines, ready to enjoy this little moment when Nari grabs your boob with her small hand.

She squeals as her excitement increases when she starts petting your boobs. You don’t mind her playing with your tits but the look on his daddy’s face is what makes you shutter your composed form.

You catch him staring at your chest with lips slightly parted, face red in embarrassment and a look of amusement in his eyes. He gulps, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he comes closer and tries to take his daughter’s hand away from her new entertainment.

“Nari!” he gasps as he takes her arms in his hold gently and places them down by her sides, shaking his head as if to warn her not to do that. She makes a noise of complaint and kicks her feet in the air to show her anger before going back to her work; which is fondling your breast.

You’re wearing a bra underneath your tank top but the material isn’t thick and your bra isn’t padded so it is easier to move them. She gleefully goes from petting them to running circles over them, kind of in a massaging way. Nari seems delighted and her daddy seems to be still in shock from his daughter’s unexpected not-so-innocent behavior.

Jungkook isn’t able to avert his eyes from you chest, looking at them jiggling slightly under his daughters playful hands. Maybe, he is staring out of shock, or maybe out of curiosity or the desire to replace his hands with Nari’s little hands. Your tits would fit in his big hands perfectly. He can only imagine…

You laugh at the situation, throwing your head backward as the little human in your arms mirrors you and Jungkook takes the opportunity to take her back from you.

“I’m so sorry for her behavior. She never does…this kind of thing. Nari, that’s not right.” He apologies to you while avoiding your gaze. The warning stern but still filled with a palyful tenderness

Nari let’s out a grumble as a frown settles on her face. Her cute fat cheeks puff out even more when she pouts at him. She must have liked her new plushy toys. You can’t say you have big breasts but seeing a baby enjoying and playing with them makes you forget about the insecurities about the size of them, somehow?

“Now, don’t give me that face, Miss Nari.” Jungkook coos at her but she swats his hands away from her face instantly with a unhappy grunt.

“Daaaa” she spouts which was supposed to be angry, at least that’s what the baby tried to do but Jungkook pick the paci from the coffee table and give that to her, “Here, it’s for you little women. Now don’t get angry at me.”

He playfully pleads to her and her face lights up in a blink of an eye. She gives him the most wet open-mouthed kiss on his cheek, in a most adorable way and slumps on her daddy’s hard chest, yawning.

“So, how do you manage? You know, work and taking care of Nari at the same time?” you can’t even manage to cook for yourself after your shift, let alone can’t focus on your studies much because of how exhausted you feel after you come back home. You can only imagine what Jungkook’s situation is. He has work to do and has to care for a small baby on his own. It must be hard.

“I am a freelance. This way I’m able to manage my own schedule. It’s much more flexible and less stressful. I have my own company but nowadays my brother is handling that. This way I can take care of Nari. But other times when I’m not home, she stays with her uncle.”

You wonder where her mom is. Your tongue is itching to ask the question but you don’t want to be insensitive and nosy on your first official meeting. Going slow would be the best option for now, you don’t want to rush things and ruin whatever is building between you the two of you. The haring period is over and now you want to be on good terms with him or perhaps even more. So, you decided to be a cautious and sensible person and not hang on the topic.

Jungkook is such a good dad. Giving up on his company to take care of his baby is something you find very admirable. Even though he is still practically the boss, he took time off to look after his daughter.

“I see. You know – um– I can be her babysitter.” After stammering, you let out the idea you were anticipating offering on since you stepped foot in his apartment.

He looks at you with a little wide eyes, wasn’t particularly expecting you to suggest something like that.

Was it stupid of you?

You can see the hesitance in his eyes so you adds, “I mean, I have done that before. I have some experience and I can show you the documents also.”

You are cautious of what you say. You can understand that trusting a stranger to take care of his baby would be too much. He maybe thinking it’s a bad idea. You panics after realizing that.

Jungkook looks like he is in deep thought, maybe contemplating on accepting your offer or not.

You see him swaying little Nari in his hold to lull her into deep sleep. Baby’s usually like that. But the way his biceps swells up when he hoisted up her in his arms is a sight you’d like to witness every day or maybe around your waist, holding you up while his cock is deep inside your–

Shut up, ____!

After a few moments, he hums. Looking in your direction, he says, “Okay. It would be helpful to me also considering the fact that, I’m in search for a babysitter.”

You give him a delightful smile in return. You know, when parents let their kids under another person’s watch, how much they are trusting them. Jungkook is doing the same and you’re willing to be worthy of his trust.

“How old is she?” You ask.

“Ah, She is 16 months, 3 weeks and 4 days.” Is he counting days or what? Who can answer this specifically?

“You are a good daddy, Mr. Jeon.” Before you could even realize it, the compliment had slipped through out of your mouth and the father’s head hung low, a blush creeping all the way down his neck as he let out a breathy chuckle, “It’s Jungkook.”

“Jungkook? I’m ____, nice to officially meet you!” you exclaim, watching sides of his eyes crinkle up from smiling at you.

There are so many things you would like to know about him but for now, you leave him with his baby girl as she fall asleep in his arms. Her face flush against his chest, spouts of drool covers his t-shirt.

He reassures you once again that he won’t do that again, apologies to you for the millionth time and suggested you to join your new job from tomorrow.

Wishing you luck for your exam tomorrow, you leave his apartment taking his flowers with you.

The babysitting thing, you never actually thought about the idea but, you know you aren’t gonna regret it.

You might pass out.

Why the hell is he wearing grey sweatpants and black tank top?

The next day when you come back after taking your exam, to find a very sweaty Jungkook welcoming you. His biceps display in the tank top with a CK embroidered on the front of it. His disheveled hair falling in his eyes.

This is usually he greets you when you come home from your shift to babysit Nari, looking like the hot daddy he is.

After having a conversation with him, you get to know that it’s the time he usually works out.

You mentally took a note to arrive a little earlier next time. Maybe you’ll get to see those six packs again.

After being in his apartment, one thing you begin to understand that he is loaded, if judging by the amount of luxurious things in his apartment is anything to go buy.

You’ve never even heard of the baby products Nari uses, her wardrobe is filled with Versace and Balenciaga, other expensive baby products.

You don’t understand why he is living in this apartment when he can afford to have a mansion by himself.

Jungkook had told you, Nari likes her food warm, not too hot nor cold, her favorite food is blueberry puree with baby oatmeal and she has a skincare routine. A 16 months old baby has a skincare routine!

You ger more familiar with everything the more you spend time with Nari. You built a great bonding with her and with her fatehr? Well, it’s going very slow.

He told you his brother used to look after his daughter when he wasn’t home but now, he is busy with his wedding preparations. So, now it’s only you and Jungkook. Both of you came to an agreement that you’ll look after Nari in the second half of the day and he will be with her in the first half.

You don’t have any problem with any of it.

He often prepared lunch for you when you came by in the afternoon, and made sure you weren’t feeling uncomfortable and always told his baby not to give you a hard time.

It's not like she gives you a hard time, the two of you guys lie on the soft all day and watching Ghibli movies most of the time, and other times she play with your tits while blabbering nonsense. There’s a small karaoke set next to that giant TV so you make use of that too. That night Jungkook was a little late than usual, so you give little Nari a free concert before falling asleep on the sofa with her.

This is how most your days are going.

Until one day, someone decided to visit you at your work place. Someone with a small mole under their lips.

The coffee shop you work at usually crowded with customers, businessmen and college goers stop by the shop to grab their favorite cup of coffee in the morning before starting their hectic day.

You have been working here for a year now, a fresh college graduate who was in need of a job and money. You applied for the job and they hired you, trained you and now you’re a barista capable of making different kind of latte art which you’ve always admired whenever some random barista prepared your drink. You used to stare intensely at their art, and watch the expert hands work on your coffee in awe.

You usually work the morning shift which is 6AM to 12PM, it’s beneficial for you after all.

You were about to head out as your shift was complete and someone else was about to take your place when a man approached counter. Having no other choice, you went over to take their order, well aware of that you’ll be late.

“Good afternoon, Sir. How can I help you –” you maintain your usual enthusiastic persona which you carry at your workplace and a relaxed expression on your face as you give him a soft smile but when you see who is he, you eyes go a little wide and you stare at him in shock, your mouth forming a ‘O’ at his sudden appearance.

“Good afternoon to you too.” He sing-song those words to you, lopsided grin on his face. The way he removes his helmet and shake his head side to side to adjust his soft locks is attractive . You never thought you would find something so small so attractive.

He is wearing head to toe Harley-Davidson, A black lather jacket over a black tee that hugs his muscles gloriously with black jeans stylized with knee pads and black stompers; he is standing there tall and proud…you’re gonna pass out!

A hot dad who rides a bike…yeah, the one thing that makes you go weak in your knees.

It is just these simple things that you find scandalous; like showing up with the most pussy-clenching outfits and making your sanity crumble, on the top everything his sweet and caring nature towards you.

Maybe he is doing it unknowingly but you would like to think that he is trying to give a hint or two.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” your voice is a little shaky and you cringe at that, can’t even control your growing desire towards him.

He rubs his neck as he raises a brow at you in confusion, “What? Am I not allowed here?” He gives you that sweet innocent smile of his but your mind is anything but innocent at the moment.

“No no, I didn’t mean it like that.” You chuckle nervously and he laughs at that, finding you cute. He lean on the counter to get closer to you and you tenses.

“I was on my way to work but thought about giving you a visit.”

He stop by to…visit you? That’s something new!

“And, what about Nari?” You’re being nosy, but you’ve always been like this.

“Don’t worry, she is with my brother right now. He is gonna drop her home on his way back from shopping. I’m not a bad dad, you know?” he fakes sadness as he stare at you, almost playful.

You shrug, focusing on taking his order as you mutter “yeah, yeah” with a roll of your eyes, your smile can be heard in your voice and Jungkook’s soft giggle under his breath can be heard from where you are standing.

He ordered an iced-americano and started making his drink. Your coworkers are already murmuring about the hot guy in the shop and when you come to use the expresso machine, you hear them talking – “He is the hottest man I’ve ever seen!”

Another one passes a comment on, “He looks like he can fuck for hours without getting tired.”

Another one squeal at that, voice pitched high when she says, “Right! I wonder if his cum will be as thick as his biceps.”

You didn’t realize with how much force you are gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles gone white when you looked down but you only scoff. They need to back off. The only one who is going to know what his cum is like, is you, not them or fucking anyone else. You really want to call him yours and let everyone know that but you and him both knows that it’s not the case.

You finish making his drink while the girls stand at the back, ogling the man standing on the other side of the counter, oblivious to all the attention he is getting, focused on his phone. He looks up at you while you clear your throat, placing the cup of coffee in front of him. His lips turn upwards as smiles at you and say softest “thank you” you’ve ever heard.

Tina, Who is a senior of yours and also working here for years comes out from the back office and told you to look after the cash counter because, Kang, who is the in charge of it already left. She is dating the owner of this coffee shop for years now, their love story is quite cute. Met in this coffee shop and worked together as they fall in love with each other. She told you all of her stories, how the ‘boss’ used stare at her all day and left roses for her on the coffee machine every morning.

Jungkook pays for his coffee but remains standing there with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the coffee. He leans towards you again to whisper but you beat him to it, “Wanna know something?”

You whisper in his ear, your lips lightly brush against his skin and you see the goosebumps behind his ears and neck as he visibly tense. Knowing that you have this sort of effect on him is a win for you.

“You see that lady over there? She used to come here with her boyfriend but they broke up. Ever since then, she has been visiting alone here.”

Jungkook gives you a confused look, “How do you kno–”

You shush him and continue your blabbering, “And, over there– ,” you points your finger towards the outside sitting area. He hums when he spots the old couple to whom you are pointing at, “They have been together for 50 years now. It’s their 50th anniversary today so they came here to celebrate; at their favorite coffee shop!”

Jungkook folds his arms on his chest and asks playfully, “And what it is that you’re implying to, Miss ____?”

You pause for a second but controls your expression on time and said, “That means, broken-hearted or in love, everyone loves my coffee. It must be special.”

You try to act cool but as soon as those words leaves your mouth, you think how stupid it sounds. Trying to be goofy wasn’t the best choice.

You expected Jungkook to laugh at you, but the only thing he does is smile. Smiles softly at you as he says, “Yeah – It must be.” His eyes are the warmest color of brown shining from the sunlight through from the glass door and his pearly white teeth glisten when he grins at you.

You think your heart stops, you take a deep breath and chuckle along with him.

“Is your shift over? C’mon, let me give you a ride home.”

You? On his bike? While he is riding it?

Sounds like heaven and hell at the same time.

But the growing desire and your stupid heart aren’t able to say ‘no’ to this exclusive opportunity. Honorable mention: your hormones!

You must be ovulating, otherwise why the fuck would you be horny just by the thought of riding his bike?

Not him yet.

Maybe soon.

You stands beside him while he adjusts his helmet and hands you another one. When you go to put it on, he grabs your wrist leaving a burning sensation behind. After he notices he made skin-to-skin contact with you, he immediately retracts his hand and takes the helmat from you.

“Here, let me?”

You just nods and he places the helmet on your head and pushing it down slowly, fastening the strap under your chin. His eyes crinkle as he pets the top of it and says, “Let’s go.”

You stand there for a second, staring at his back as you try to process into what just happened. The call of your name from Jungkook , breaks the daze you were in.

Riding back to your home was peaceful, You place your hands into his jackets pocket, hugging him from behind, after he suggested that. Neither of you said anything, but the tension was still in the air.

Jungkook hasn’t brought anyone home after he met you.

But after his break up with Mijoo, His ex, He has been quite miserable. Caring for a baby isn’t easy, especially when the mother isn’t there.

Jungkook met Mijoo at workplace, she was a new model at their company where Jungkook was the lead photographer at the one of the most expensive and famous fashion brand in the world. Being new there, Jungkook used to help her, being the kind person he is. Then, they both started hanging out and soon dating. It wasn’t allowed in the company to date your coworker but, Jungkook didn’t care. His love for her made him fearless and blind at the consequences.

But, when she got pregnant with his child, she refused to give birth to it. Her immediate reaction was to get rid of it, whereas Jungkook was adamant on having his baby born. So, they conclude that Jungkook was going to take the infant with him as soon as it was born and Mijoo would be on her way to getting a successful career.

After that, Jungkook left the company, not wanting to draw any more attention from people, the drama was almost unbearable. Mijoo also left the company, and the country.

Their story ended there.

Ever since then, he has been living alone with his baby girl. Having her was the best decision he ever made in his life. Being a dad is a blessing to him. Nari brings all the happiness which was lacking in Jungkook’s life.

He is quite content with his life. Sure, he had to move out from his house to this apartment there was no one in his house to take care of Nari and he has to leave under his uncle’s watch so he move in to a apartment near his brothers house. His brother did suggested that Jungkook should stay with him but Jungkook always been a privet person and needs his own place. it was second best decision he made. Because he got to meet you here.

You are ready to invade Jungkook’s evening. It’s weekend and you got your day off, so you decided to crash in his apartment to have a movie marathon with him, but deep down you know, your initial intention is something else.

Jungkook was spacing out as always when he heard his door bell ring. He absentmindedly opened his door and the sight he welcomed something he had ever expected to see in his life.

You are standing there in the tiniest-pleated skirt he has ever seen, along with a white knit top that hugs your every curve and makes your breast look round and squeezable. Wait! Are you not wearing a bra? Because your nipples can be shown perfectly through the fabric of your top. Hard and perky, enough to make him lose his mind. You’re also wearing a cute pair of socks with a pair of fluffy slippers.

You smile at him sweetly as you says, “Thought we could watch some movies together since it’s my day off.” You are also holding three packs of tacos along with two cups of spicy chicken ramen in your hands. Looks like you’re prepared enough.

Jungkook doesn’t even register what you are saying, just staring at you as his eyes scan your body head to toe. He visibly gulps when his eyes stops at your tits and abruptly removes his gaze from your body. You’re not fucking healthy for his sanity.

“It’s okay if you’re busy though. I’ll just go back and watch on my own–,” you said, faking sadness on your face as you tried to sound as upset as you could.

“No no, I’m not busy. We can watch movies…of course.”

See? It works every fucking time.

You smirk at your victory as you lean around him to make it seem like you’re searching for Nari, in the process your nipples brush against his hard chest ever so lightly, your face a few inches away from his, “isn’t Nari home?”

Jungkook takes a few steps back at the close proximity, his cock twitching in his gym shorts as he tries to control his evident lust towards you, “N-no, she is with her uncle.”

Your lips pull downwards at the thought of you wouldn’t be able to meet her but that’s for the best because you wouldn’t want her to hear lewd sounds and moans when you both will be making later.

Soon, you’re placing the food on his coffee table as he turns on the TV, “Do you want some wine?”

He asks while looking for a suitable movie for the night. You insisted on grab the wine so he can keep searching. You reach on your tip toes to grab the bottle of wine from the upper cabinet but there are many so, you asked, “Which one is it, Jungkook?”

When he looks in your direction, and curse under his breath. Your skirt lifts up and he can clearly see your white thong. He knows what you’re doing, has enough experience to know when someone is doing something intentionally.

After grabbing the bottle and two glasses, you go over to the faucet to wash the glasses before pouring the wine into them.

It was intentional when you go over to the broken one. It happened this morning and Jungkook haven’t repaired it because he was busy all day. You turn on the faucet, causing it to burst out the water from it in a speed of the light. Soon your top is drenched from water, “Shit!”

You try to stop the water with your bare hands, not the smartest way but it will make you more drenched than you already are. The more you’re dripping with water, the more your skin will be shown through your top. So, you don’t mind.

“____, move.” Jungkook comes up behind you quickly as he tries to move you aside, but you lose your balance on the slippery floor, causing you to fall back. He grabs your waist, saving you from falling on your butt. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to save himself from the water, soon he is quickly drenched along with you.

He turn off the mail water supply in the mean time. Both of you stand there soaked. Your tits even more visible to him, hard nipples peeking through your top.

“Are you okay, ____?” his voice is laced with concern, brows knitted together, “C’mon, you should change or else you’ll catch cold.” He hastily tries to go and grab the blanket on top of the ‘L’ shaped sofa. He didn’t care about himself catching a cold, instead his first instinct was to make sure you’re okay. That warms your heart.

“Hey, it’s okay!” You giggle a little at his overly concerned state. You place a hand on his chest, his shirt is clinging to his body, showing all those abs. You gently graze your finger tips and he visibly tenses under your touch. Before he can move, you look up to him with faux innocent eyes, “When did it happened?” there’s a small scar on his left side, under his ribcage.

Your voice a mere whisper when you ask that, still smiling. Your hand stays there, flat on his chest as you rub it over his chest resulting in touching his nipples with your fingers.

“I-it is from childhood days –,” he struggles to voice those words. His voice strained just like his cock in his pants, he gulps.

He don’t know where to focus, your hand which is now dragging up to his shoulder then to his neck, scratching there lightly with your finger nails before going back down to rest on his chest. It doesn’t feels scandalous but your gentle touch leave burning trails behind. You are focused on his scar, looking so concerned about that old memory from his childhood days. There’s a frown on your face which he finds cute.

“It’s nothing, just a old scar.” He smiles softly, tries to lighten the heavy tenses atmosphere with your this close to him, “But…I want to see it…Can I see it?”

You’re doing this on purpose. He can see it written all over your face, the faux concern, the fake way you’re worried about an old healed scar on his chest. You push your body closer to him, the heat radiating off of you making his mind dizzy. Your manicured nails lightly scratching over his nipples and he shudders, chills running down his spine.

“____, don’t –,” his voice sounds vulnerable and shaky, his inhales sharply and you can feel his hot breaths against your cheeks.

“Why?” you look up at him, eyes focused on his. You move your eyes from his left to right eye, “Don’t you want me?” Your eyes wander down towards his lips, subtly you staring at them, “Are you seeing someone Jungkook?”

You heart beats rapidly behind your ribcage, please say no you chant it like prayer in your head. He frowns, not expecting that kind of question, “No, there’s no one.”

His voice holds sincerity, showing you that he is being honest with his answer, eyes staring at you intently. You smile at his answer, returning to his eyes as you say, “Then it’s okay to want this.”

You voice is so soft, you murmur as you stand on your toes, trying to reach his ears but failing because of the height difference so you settled in his neck, breathing in his perfume. He smells good.

Jungkook closes his eyes unable to compose himself anymore. He is losing control bit by bit, something like whine escapes his mouth like he is in pain, trying to fight against the urge to grab your face and kiss your lips.

“___,” his voice is strained, eyes half-lidded with lingering lust behind those eyelashes, he calls your name quietly, just shy of pleading, “I don’t think it’s okay –…,”

He is trying to warn you of possible consequences about the aftermath if either of you indulge in this, there’s no going back from this.

Jungkook did had some one night stands before, but with you it’s different. He don’t want to mess up this friendship or whatever it is between you two. Even though you’re younger than him, He can’t deny the undeniable pull he feels towards you.

“Please –,” you make your voice as vulnerable as you can, pressing your whole body into his, your boobs flush against his hard torso, nipples brushing him, “Don’t you want me?” your eyes pleads, staring at him. Your hands now rest on his stomach, he tenses underneath his shirt and turns his head away from you, internally battling with his morals and his hard cock.

“It’s okay to want me,” you press a feathery kiss on his neck and he shudders, his hands grips your waist but you’re unsure if he wants to push you away or pull you closer to him.

You place your hand on his face and turned his head towards you. He doesn’t hesitated or fight back, letting you guide him. His eyes are hooded now, filled with lust and his brows furrows, “It’s okay.” You said, positioning your leg right against his cock as you gently press on it.

His eyes widen but instantly closes them, sighing in defeat. He makes a sound that sounds like a grunt, “I’m four years older than you, ____. This– is not okay…I don’t want to take advantage of you…”

“You make it sounds like you’re forty,” you softly chuckle at him, trying to hold back laughter to not ruin the mood, “You’re not. I want this as much as you want it.”

You brush your lips against the vein that is outlined under his skin, “Stop me if you don’t want this.”

His breath hitches as soon as you glide your hands down towards his lower belly and play with the hem of his shorts, “Can I?”

Jungkook doesn’t back away this time. Your touch is addicting. On top of that, when you sound like this? As soon as he heard your pleading voice, he knew he wasn’t going to win this battle.

So, he gives in. He nods his head and that is all you needed. First contact with his hard cock through his shorts with your hands makes his cock twitch violently under the fabric. He throws his head back, eyes closing shut from explosive pleasure. Then your hands slips into his shorts, over his brief and he thinks he might bust nut when your palm brushes over the head of his clothed cock. His moans are lewd and relieved, lips parted when you pump him over his Calvin Klein’s.

His fingers dig a little into your waist as he pushes you back against the kitchen counter, his hand above your ass to protect you from hitting the edge.

You rub your thighs together after hearing his soft moans, breath shudders in between his moans and grunts. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moan bubbling in your throat.

Your hand goes further down to fondle his balls and he gasps softly. He angles his hips so you can touch him better, you smile and move back to stroke him.

His own hands travel down to beneath your skirt and graze over your clothed pussy lightly, making your inhale sharply. You close your legs shut, “Let me take care of you first. You’re such a good dad and a kind person, You deserve a reward. So, let me make you cum, please?”

He swallows and just nods in response, not in a proper state of mind to argue, especially when you are asking so nicely.

You smile slyly and pump him a little faster. You can’t see it, you just touch it in a way you think would be pleasurable for him. You can feel his cock is thick and long and might not fit into your little pussy. Though, you don’t doubt you’re doing a good job, because of how hard he is in your palm and how his cock twitches in your hold when you press on it slightly harder.

Soon his big tattooed hand surround on your smaller ones, guiding you to grip just a bit tighter and go a little faster.

“F-fuck yeah, like that,”

Another moan fall from his mouth, his cock jumps a little in your hold. He is close. He inhales deeply, shaky moans and groans falling from his lips constantly.

“Feels good?”

You press your hand a little harder and speed up. “Yeah –,” his hand squeezes yours as to halt your movements but your mischievous hands go a little rougher on him. His breath huffs out in little puffs as he gasps softly, “Slow down –,” he chuckles, embarrassed of the idea of coming this early.

“Are you gonna cum for me, hmm?” you murmur into his ear and lightly nibble on his neck, teeth grazing on his skin as you tug on it softly. He lets out a whine, squirming a little in your hold. He gasps when you push over the head, squeezing it a little and he gasps, panting heavily.

“____,” he moans out your name and your pussy clenches around nothing. You keep kissing his neck, biting lightly. His hold on your waist becomes rougher closer to his orgasm he gets.

“Please,” he pleads, completely ruined by your hand. He has never felt like this, as if he is going to die if he doesn’t come right then. He is embarrassed by the thought of coming in his pants but your hand has him so close that he doesn’t even care anymore.

His moans and grunts get louder as he doesn’t get the chance to warn you, his orgasm rushes through him in a blink of an eye. He presses into your palm as hard cock rutting up into your hand, mind completely blank as he stutters and thrusts erratically, spilling into his brief, hot and wet against your hand.

After panting harshly, he catches his breath but as soon as his breathing returns to normal his lips are on yours, kissing you intensely as his hands roaming your body. Tongue clashes together and your breath shudders then he is already moving down, kissing every inch of you. Tiny kisses turn into open-mouthed one as wet marks decorate your neck. He play with your top, contemplating on removing it but deciding to leave it for now.

His hands move up to your tits, squeezing them and attaching his mouth to your clothed nipples, sucking on it softly.

Making wet patches on both of your tits with his saliva, making it more visible through your already drenched top. His hands travels down to your hips, caressing all the way down your body as if he is admiring every inch of it.

After making you sit on the counter top, his lips moves from your neck, kissing all the way down to your inner thigh. Goosebumps appearing on your skin when he lifts up your skirt, pushing it up to your belly and bundling the piece of cloth there. “It looks cute on you,” he coos when he sees your thong, taking it off of you after asking for your permission. Your cheeks are red from hearing the compliment.

After your panties hit the floor, Jungkook let out a tiny gasp, his hands caresses your soft thighs while his gaze is fixed on your cunt, licking his lips as he said, “It’s so pretty.”

You blush harder, fighting against the urge to shut your legs. You move your head away from his but he holds your face gently, making you look at him, “Hey! Don’t shy away from me now.” His voice is tender just like his eyes, there a soft smile lingering on his face. He stares for a little longer, admiring your every features before pressing a gentle kiss on lips and going back to work.

Kissing the plump lips of your pussy and stroking your thighs gently, making you moan but it’s barely audible. It’s so little and tight, he is awestruck after seeing it up close. The prettiest pussy he has ever seen.

He sees more of your essence gush out of you when he places soft kisses above your slit. Your breath shakily as you look down at him, he keeps kissing slowly down towards the area you want him the most. But you’re so impatient that your hips buck slightly on their own and he giggles. The vibration sending shiver down your spine.

His lips move over your clit and a moan slip past your lips, loud and lewd. Your hands grip his hair, not tugging, just resting atop of his head.

The first glide of his tongue over your clit makes you buck against his mouth more. You throw your head back mouth falling open. He watches you from down there, mind hazy but the desire settles in every bone of his body, eyes full of lust and adoration for you.

When you look down at him, you can see the yearning and adoration for you, he looks at you like you’re more than a casual hook-up, like you mean something to him. His eyes full of care and tenderness that it makes you doubt if it’s just to release the sexual tension between you or more than that. He makes you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling.

He takes your hand and urge you to spread your pussy lips for him, you do exactly that. You spread yourself with your index and middle finger while he pulls your hood back with his thumb, revealing your clit to him.

He is staring again as he say, “It’s so soft and tiny. I’d love to take pictures of it.” Your blush spread further down your neck as you gulp. The idea is so obscene and hot that more of your slicks gushes out of your little hole.

He brings his hand up and rubs your clit with a single finger of his, basking in the wetness and softness of it, “You like that idea, don’t you?” he teases as his presses a little harder and rubs faster. You shudder, unable to answer him as you can only focus on nothing but his finger.

“I think you do…just look at you.” You grip his hair and push him further into your cunt. He looks up at you and does the sluttiest thing you ever witnessed. His tongue dart out from his mouth and licks from your entrance to your clit, moving in sweeping motions as he continuously grazing over your clit, hot breath hitting your skin.

“Keep going…go a little faster,” encouraging him as your voice gets high pitched and your squirm under his hold. Your orgasm builds in your belly and soon you’re shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Please, make me cum,” You whimper, voice sounds tiny, “please.”

He sucks harder as he groans, you can feel the vibration in your lower belly as you see him rolling his eyes.

Grabbing your ass, he pulls you closer to him, “Baby, look at me when you cum on my tongue.”

Your mind is so fuzzy that you can’t even register anything. Your top is still wet from the water, cold but you don’t care. When you look down at him, he is already looking at you as his tongue works against you, the only and most important thing in your life right now.

“Fuck– Say my name, baby.”

He moans against you and that’s the turning point for you. The pressure gets overwhelming in your stomach as your orgasm wrecks you. You close your eyes and moan after moan of his name comes out of your mouth, all lewd and heavenly.

He doesn’t waste any time as he stands and hoist you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. Placing you on the sofa gently, he kisses you again, smiling against your lips and you whine when you taste your yourself on his tongue.

He places his hand on your cheeks after kissing feverishly and looks deep into your eyes and says, “Can I fuck you?” He whispers against your lips.

He is hard again, and you can feel it when presses himself against you. It makes you horny and proud at the same time. Proud of how he is still hard after you made him cum few minutes ago and horny just by knowing it.

He licks over your lower lip before shoving it into your mouth, body molding with yours, his hands moving everywhere over your body like he can’t get enough of you.

Then, he is removing himself from you while pulling on your lip and letting it go with a soft ‘pop’

“Wait – I’ll be right back.” Then he disappears into another room. You lay there with your pulsing pussy in wet clothes. You consider taking it off but decides not to.

He comes back after a few moments, small silver package shining under the light. He has taken off his shorts and briefs, your assumption was right. He is big, too big. You gulp.

He sits beside you while taking his shirt off on his way. His glorious body now on full display for you, his tattooed hand gently brushing your hair out of your face. After putting on the condom, he said, “Come, sit on it.”

He said it so soft but your heart beat drums giant your chest rapidly. You didn’t hesitated before settling your self on his cock, grinding on it. He hisses when your clit drags against head, making his eyes shut for a moment.

Again his eyes are back on you as urges you to sit on his cock. He hold it up for you as you position yourself on his tip. You tease your entrance with it, slick gushes out of you as you moan. He removes his hand from his base when you place your hand there but as soon as you started stroking him, he stops you, “Don’t or else I’ll come in your hands again.”

“Let me apply the lube.” You says. He brought the lube also, just in case. You’re relieved he did because he is way too big for you. He let go of your hand and you smile at him, kissing his lips you stared stroking him. From the base to all the way up to his tip, applying a little more pressure on his head. He hisses at the way you play with his glistening cock, dripping from the tip of it. Your swirl a finger around his tip and bend your body towards him, pressing on him. Kissing his neck you rub the tip over your entrance and pump his base a little faster. His eyes rolls back as hips buck barely.

Before you can tease any longer, he pulls on your hair and makes you look at him, flicks his nose against yours as he quirks a brow and laughs, “You’re not good at following instructions, are you?”

You settled back on your knees and positioned yourself again, looking down at him, “No, I just know when to follow and when not to.”

You’re still lightly stroking his base, before putting it in, you chicken nervously as you said, “But I doubt if it would fit inside me or not.”

He must notice your nervous laugh and the concerned pinch of your brows because then he get up on his elbows to reach your face as he places his hand on your cheek, reassuring you, “Tell me if you need to stop and I will. I’ll go slow, hmm?” he pecks your lips and falls back on his back.

You nod. Bringing some lube, you also rub some of it on your entrance as well.

Jungkook holds your hand with one of his hand and the other grips on your hip. You slowly sink down on his cock, pushing only the tip a little bit, you hiss from the stretch. It’s been so long since you’ve been laid and now taking Jungkook’s cock feels like too much. Your eyes close on their own, mouth opening and brows pinching together from the burning sensation.

Jungkook is patient. He rubs your thighs and squeezes your hand in his to let you know he is there, “ Are you okay, ____? Is it hurting?” his voice is overly concerned when he look for your face. Your heart melts from his tenderness, overwhelmed with an unknown feeling.

“I-I’m okay,” you laugh a little, trying to ease the burning feeling between your legs. A worried wrinkle forms between his brows.

“Go slow, baby. No need to rush.” He himself is throbbing, you can feel how his cock jumps a little but he said nothing, enduring the pain of it silently.

He gives you all the control so you can go at your own pace. You push a little deeper, whimper falls from your mouth as you feel some tears gathering in your eyes.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath when you takes in another inch. You place your other free hand on his chest, supporting your balance as you slowly push all the way down bit by bit. Jungkook holds your hand all the time, caressing your thighs and muttering gentle ‘go slow baby, it’s okay’ and ‘you’re doing so well’ into your ears.

He hugs your body when you fall onto him, isn’t able to hold your weight on your knees any longer. It does hurt like hell but also in a good way. You are squirming, trying to adjust to his size when he brings his hands in-between your bodies and rubs your clit slowly, trying to distract you from the pain while rubbing soothing strokes on your back with his other hand. He constantly kisses your face, gentle and soft pecks all over your features and neck.

When he heard your sigh of relief, he buried the remaining inch of him inside of you, stuffing you to the hilt.

You both sigh in unison when he says, “You’re so tight, feels so good, baby” he coos at you. His constant use of that name makes you more giddy for him. Is he doing that on purpose. You clench around him after hearing him calling you baby and he hisses, “Wait a second,” his laugh is breathy, trying to hold himself back because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but pussy around him feels ecstatic that he might lose control in any moment, if not from the way you look while sitting on his cock.

He bunch up your skirt a little higher, not caring about taking it off, too drawn into the desire that none of you mind to take your clothes off. You are still in your clothes, even the socks are still on. He brings his hand up to your tits, squeezing the, He juggles them in his hands, fascinated by the sight, “Wanna see them. Next time, okay?”

Him assuring you that there will be a next time makes you rolls your hips a little. He grabs your ass before you can move any further, bringing his teeth to your lower lip, he tugs on it and pulls out his cock a little bit before pushes it back slowly as he released you bottom lip to see it bounces bac to it’s place.

Quite whines and moans fall from your lips when he repeats that move a few times. His strokes are skilled and precise when he thrust back up at you while holding you in place. He had you writhing on his cock. you don’t do much, just hold your self up on both of your knees for him. Even though he is under you, he is in charge of every thrust, taking control of your body.

You can understand how he knocked someone up. The way he fucks you, pussy swallowing his cock each time as he makes you feel every inch of him, you would also want to be knocked up by him gladly. You never want him to stop fucking you, it’s already addicting.

The squelching sound of wet, long slides can be heard, slick and completely wrecked. His tip kissing your g-spot, filling you up so well. You throw your head back as the pleasure becomes unbearable that you push your hands on the cushions behind his head, not know what to do with them anymore. He takes your arm and lock them behind your back, holding them there as he uses them to bring you back and pushes you on his cock every time he thrust into you.

“You feel so fucking good.” He moans, watching your screwed up face as it contorts in pure pleasure just by his cock. You dig your nails into him from the overwhelming feeling in your belly, unable to hold back the moans coming out of your mouth.

He strokes are faster now, more consistent and with much force, your tits bounce with every stride. He looks at you, maintaining eyes contact, witnessing every shift in your features, “You look so beautiful like this.” He kisses your lips, tongue protruding your mouth, making your moan into his mouth, “Gonna make you cum with my cock just like I did with my tongue,” then he thrusts back, the contrast between his sweet gesture and filthy words makes your roll you eyes.

“Gonna make you ride my face next time;” You pulse around his cock, hard. The image he made in your head just by his words makes you whine, “Would you like that, baby? Hmm? Do you want that?”

You nod desperately, “Yes, yes, I would love that.” He thrusts back with a groan upon hearing you. You’re a whimpering mess. Every thrust has your clit rubbing against his public bone, escalating your euphoria.

He groans when you clench around him again, shudders from how good you’re making him feels. He slows his movement a bit then pushes back even with harder and rougher, “Fuck, taking me so well, baby.” Pounding harder into you with each word, “You’re a good, such a fucking good girl.” Slapping sound of his hips meeting yours resonate around the spacious living room, you pussy tightening around him impossibly hard. He can feel you’re close.

“Yeah, you’re gonna come for me?” your eyes are close and your mouth is falling open the closer you get to your release.

“C’mon, Ask me if you can cum like a good girl you are.” you shudder upon hearing another name falling from his mouth. His own movement getting sloppy before he controls it.

You looks down at him with fucked up expression on your face. He is already looking at you dizzily, eyes half lidded and dark. You let him take the full control, knowing he knows what he is doing and definitely knows how to give you pleasure, you agree on whatever wants at the moment.

“Please, please make me cum,” your whole body shakes violently as you turn your face away from him, unable to hold the intense stare of his, “Can I cum? Please.” You mewl.

He grabs your face and turn it back towards him, making you look at him, “Yeah, cum for me. Lemme see how good you look when you cum for me.” Your moans are pornographic now, squirming and twisting under his touch. He hand keeps a hold onto you as his brutal pace never ceasing and soon you’re falling apart on his cock, creaming all as you close your eyes. He watches you, how you ruin his cock making it wet with your slick, the way your hands goes to grab and pull on the cushions behind his head, having no idea what to do with them. He watches it all with patience.

His thrusts slow down but never stops, He kisses you deep, and you can feel the smile in his kiss. You looks so serene after coming down from your high, panting softly, “You did well.”

His praise makes you red all over your face, you trying to turn your face away from him again but he stops you, holding you by your jaw, “Keep looking at me when cum inside your pussy, hmm?”

It's not entirely true because he is wearing condom, but the mere image of it makes you clench around him even though you’ve just cum. He knows what he is doing when he said that.

You oblige him again, and keep your eyes on him. It’s as if the realization of you obeying his every words makes him go feral. His hands settles on your hips almost painfully. Digging into your skin, bruising you as he thrusts back up making you almost lose your balance. Tits bouncing over his face and your whole bodies jerks upwards, he looks down at the area where your body meets. Watching intently how your little pussy is getting batter up by his cock.

Again, not knowing what to do with your hands, you place them on his chest and brush over his nipples and watch him gasp from that. You repeat the movement again, “Yes, keep doing that.” His voice shaky as he breaths into your mouth, “Touch me, baby.”

You do exactly that, even pinching a little. His moans become shameless as his hips shutters, bucking up at you sloppily as he grabs your ponytail and tug on it making your head fall back, his eyes shut, “Fuck, gonna cum.”

You never seen someone looking so pretty when they cum. He lets go of the painful grip on your hair as soon as his orgasm hits him. His face flushed, mouth wide open and obscene sounds come out of his mouth like melody, hands still gripping your hips as his chest heaves and whole body tenses underneath you. He presses into you as far as he can go, choking out a soft “coming” and moans out your name. You rolls your eyes upon hearing your name from his mouth.

You walls contract as you feel your self coming closer to another orgasm. He keeps his hips moving as his hand moves back to your swollen clit, rubbing it in tiny circles while he settled between slow strokes and grinding inside you. You cum the third time, little moans leaving your mouth as you whimper in his hold, brows scrunch from oversensitivity.

His eyes looks lost, dark and hooded while still trembling a little. He brushes some of the hair out of your face and looks at you in awe. You’re still panting, eyes closed when he places his hand on your jaw and give the sweetest kiss on your lips. You hum as you wrap your arms around his neck, moving them down his body to cherish it.

He lays you down besides him and pull off the condom, tying it before throwing it in the nearest bin. Coming back to you, he lays next to you still not believing what you two have just done.

Your gaze falls on his hand where you scratched it before without noticing it. Grabbing his hand in your hold, you said, “ ‘m sorry about this,” before you mumble out more apologies, he kisses you on your forehead then looks into your eyes, “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anyways. Besides you were focused on other things as you should be.” You smirks at you and you rolls your eyes at him, laughing along with him.

“Still wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah, sure!”

“You weren’t really here to watch movie with me, were you?” he quirk a brow at you, soft smile lingering on his face.

Your face looks embarrassed when you scoff playfully and say, “Huh? What are you talking about?” behaving clueless and bringing the faux innocence back.

“Oh, don’t act innocent now. Can’t believe you successfully seduced me,” he sigh, “You make me go crazy for real.”

“Okay, I’ll take that as a compliment.” You rise your shoulder in a comical way, a sassy move of yours you often do. He laughs at your adorable ministrations, taking in your little habits. He aims to learn a bit more about you by tomorrow, wanting to witness your smile when you’re happy. He doesn’t know why he feels that way, but he acknowledges that his heart desires it.

“By the way, how old are you?” Your random question makes him burst out of laughter, throwing his head back. You adore his laugh.

Shaking his head, he said, “How about I answer that while we take a shower?” He still holds a gentle smile on his face but the way he quirks up his brow gives the hint of incoming activities of the rest of your night.

Important note:- what do you think about if I turn this into a series? I mean, at first I thought it'll be an oneshot but then I reconsidering my decision and now I'm confused🙃 I need your help on this matter so lmk!