Cocoxoyc - Head In The Clouds

— I've got my eye on you, I've got my eye on you♡

Barista Kookers! 😌 I would like a dragon drabble meal with smut. Heavy on the breeding kink. Because dragon hybrid. To drink I want a medieval macchiato and a cream pie for dessert. Do you accept Visa?

Molten Eyes

DragonHybrid!JK x Human!Reader (f)

Word Count: 620

Genre: PWP/Smut, Hybrid!AU… Filth.

Warnings: Breeding kink, Impreg kink, Vaginal Sex, Loads of dirty talk, biting (blood), very slight degradation in the form of praise 🌸

Your chosen barista: Jungkook 🌸

Well, hello to you too. Mmh, a macchiato and a nice big slice of cream pie coming right up for the pretty lady. You can pay however you want sweetheart, I’m not a picky man…

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“Look at you…” Jungkook hovers over where you lay, cock buried to the hilt inside of your sopping cunt. His eyes slide up and down your body, dark hair falling out of the bun he had put it in earlier so he could pay all his attention to you. You’re just as much of a mess, panting out whiney moans as he slides his hips back and forth tauntingly.

“Taking me so well. I know my cock’s stretching you to your limits baby. Feel good?” Thrashing up against him, you writhe in his arms as he picks up speed again, cock abusing your gspot over and over again. They dragon hybrid just grins, long tongue wetting his lips as he continues to watch you fall apart for him and him alone.

“Kook! Fuck, feels so fucking good, holy shit.” He had warned you that his rut was coming up, that he’d be desperate to fuck you into the mattress, but you hadn’t listened. Had sat back in the bed and spread yourself out willingly for him… And you’re glad you did. His eyes flash in the light, a molten amber surrounding the thin slit of his pupils.

“You’re so pretty baby, but I bet you’d look prettier with your belly swollen with my baby.” He snarls the words our, bringing his body down against yours so he can bury his face into your neck. A near scream of pleasure escapes you as he bites down with sharp teeth, hips somehow going even faster he fucks into you wildly. You claw at his ass, desperately, trying to bring him even closer to you. Jungkook’s skin is hot, nearly burning you as he continues to taunt you.

“Yeah? You’d like that? You wanna be round and pregnant with my child? I know you’d be such a pretty mommy.” A plea of yeses fall from your lips, loud and crude as he pulls back to look at you again. You see that your loves lips are tinged red before he’s smashing his mouth against yourself, the taste of iron overtaking you as your boyfriend licks into your mouth, hips slowing slightly. When he pulls back, he looks absolutely unhinged, swiveling his hips to try and fuck you deeper.

“Fucking take it then baby.” You can do nothing but hold onto his arms desperately as he goes to twin, hand sliding down to find your clit, deft fingers corking the nub quickly. It’s too much, but not enough at the same time, not until you feel his knot start to swell inside of your drenched cunt.

“Fuuuuuuck, that’s it, take it all. My pretty little cum slut, you’re so good to me, shit.” His moans become high pitched, fingers nearly punching your clit as you both start to cum. He somehow stretches you even wider with his knot, and the feeling of his seed painting your insides white makes you clench even harder. It feels like you nearly whiteout, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continues to nips at your skin, licking over any spots he can get at as he continues to mumble about getting you pregnant.

It goes quiet after, the both of you laying together in the afterglow of your orgasms. Jungkook’s on top of you still, but you feel safe and warm as he snuggles closer to you, carefully leaving a soft lick against the bite make he left on you. He settles his lips close to your ear though, voice slightly strained as he pants into it.

“Mmmh, I hope you’re good baby because I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied, and I won’t be till you’re bred and dripping cum.”

Jungkook teaching his inexperienced / innocent girlfriend how to suck his dick😗

“Open wider, sweetheart,” Jungkook encourages softly, gently. His palm runs down over your neck, slides around to cup the side of your face where your jaw is giving its all. It’s your first time and he knows this, slowly easing himself inside. “Watch your teeth,” he reminds.

It hurts, but it feels so good. It feels so full, his cock in your mouth, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted. He knows you were untouched before he came along, a picture perfect virgin practically waiting for him. And he’s fine with that, tasking himself with teaching you new things, like how to suck his cock when he wants.

A whimper slips past your throat, one he quietly shushes away. “Doing so good for me,” he pants, looking at you with molten eyes that make you shiver. A drop of precum spills from his tip, tickles your throat until the urge to cough becomes too strong and you have to pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you blubber, frantically reaching for him again. But he’s stopping you with a hand on your neck, guiding you to his lips. Jungkook doesn’t care that you’ve just had his dick in your mouth— he still pushes his tongue inside, dances around yours until you’re melting into his touch.

“Enough for today,” he murmurs, tugging you onto his lap where his cock taps against your thigh. “Bounce for me, baby.”

bottle up old love (jjk) (m)

summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

genre: exes to lovers, the holy trinity of angst/smut/fluff

word count: 4.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble 💀)

prompt: JK + exes to lovers + "I'm sorry" + "I hate you" + "Don't fucking touch me" + "Leave" (for @btsborahaee <3)

warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming, i think that's all but this also wasn't supposed to be too smutty so clearly idk what's going on lol

MASTERLIST

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You spit the words at the man in front of you, pushing him back as he tries to make another grab at your arm.

“Why do you gotta be like that?” Seungcheol whines. “I thought we were having fun.”

“You and I have very different ideas of fun.” You take a step backwards towards your building. Somewhere down the sidewalk, footsteps clatter against the pavement.

“C’mon.” He matches your movement, reaches for you again. “Invite me up. You enjoyed the last time, didn’t you? I told you that was just a warm-up.”

The building’s brick wall is closer than you thought, and you bang your shoulder against it as you try to sidestep him. “Last time you didn’t follow me to a bar I didn’t even invite you to. How did you know where I was anyway?”

“Let me come up, and I’ll tell you,” he rumbles with a flicker of his eyebrows. He has you fully backed up against the wall now, and you press against the muscle of his chest to no avail.

“Stop!” you shout before he’s ripped away from you so suddenly that you’re left blinking in confusion, huddled against the brick.

There’s a thud–the sound of a fist hitting flesh–and a yelp before Seungcheol is reeling back with his hands clutching his nose. Blood seeps out from beneath his fingers, black even under the glow of the streetlamps.

“What the fuck?” he shrieks, and it’s only then that you take a proper look at your savior, looking every bit like he’s stepped straight out of the shadows with his dark hair, ebony clothes, and deep brown eyes.

And a lead weight drops into your stomach as you recognize him.

Jungkook sets himself between you and Seungcheol, looming over the latter as he continues to cover his face, whining. “I’m giving you ten seconds to get out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“Ten,” Jungkook growls, taking a step in Seungcheol’s direction. “Nine.”

Seungcheol straightens–clearly a last-ditch attempt to look intimidating. Spitting blood onto the concrete, he peers at you over Jungkook’s shoulder. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

Then he spins and takes off running down the street.

Your hands grip your elbows. It may be a balmy summer night, but you’re shivering where you stand, unsure whether you’re more affected by Seungcheol’s behavior or the ghost who’s unexpectedly in front of you.

“Are you okay?” he quietly asks, gaze fixed on your face. You stare at your shoes and give him a brisk nod as a response before turning away, punching in your building code, and walking through the front door.

He follows closely, slipping in behind you and trailing a few feet. You let him for a little while, guiding him through the modest lobby and up the first flight of stairs. But when you’re halfway up the second stairwell–almost to your floor–you pause on the landing, spinning his way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes are gentle, sincere. “Making sure you get in safely.”

“There’s no need for that,” you assert. “I’m already in my building. There’s a keypad. I’m good.”

“The keypad does almost nothing. I followed you in no problem.”

“So I should be worried about you then?”

He flushes, the tips of his ears going pink. “Please just let me see you inside.”

You want to argue back, want to shout at him and make a scene, but you know it’s no use. Know that he’s stubborn as a bull and will get what he wants one way or another.

It’s how he broke up with you after all.

You say nothing, only hustle up the last set of steps and down the dimly-lit hallway until you’re in front of your door, Jungkook tailing you the whole time with his hands in his pockets. You practically fumble your key in your haste to get it into the lock, letting out a satisfied sigh as the latch finally clicks open.

“There. I’m in,” you say as you step over the threshold, waving a dismissive hand at your unwanted companion. “Leave.”

But he hesitates just outside the doorway, teeth chewing at the corner of his lip. “What are you going to do if he comes back?”

“That’s my problem, isn’t it? I stopped being your concern when you dropped me out of nowhere a year ago.”

Your eyes sting at the memory, tears threatening to spill over. You don’t want him here. Don’t want to see him or have him anywhere in your vicinity. Not when it still hurts like this.

Though, truth be told, you don’t expect to ever be fully over him.

“We’re done, Jungkook,” you murmur. “You made sure of that.”

And you close the door in his face.

The distress subsides quickly once he’s out of sight–like he was never there to begin with–and you don’t linger, dropping your bag on the sofa and heading straight for the bathroom. This is how you’ve made it a year without him; it was weeks of crying before you realized that wallowing was doing you no good, only fueling your misery instead of providing any kind of catharsis. So you’ve done your best to simply push past it and cast away the anguish that bubbles up every time you think of him. Not allow it to linger like the shadows at the edges of the room.

You shed your clothes and turn the shower to a temperature that you’ll probably regret later. But for now, you savor the way the water sears your skin as you wash away the day with all of its unpleasant surprises. Taking your time, you scrub every inch of your body and carefully shampoo your hair (trying not to fall back into the fantasy that’s plagued you on occasion where it’s his hands and not yours spreading the bubbles over your form).

The self-care continues as you step out of the shower and leisurely work through your skin care routine, even taking the time to blow dry your hair. By the time you exit the bathroom, the fog on the mirror has dissipated, and you’ve once again successfully tamped down the memory of Jungkook and his hands and eyes and everything you ever felt for him.

Or so you think.

After popping into your bedroom to pull on some pajamas, you pad back into the living room for a glass of water, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the front door. Regret attempts to push its way into your consciousness against your better judgment. The man broke your heart, yes. But you do feel a little guilty slamming the door in his face after he just fought off a creep for you.

And speaking of Seungcheol, what if he does come back? You’re pretty sure he saw you punch in the building code the night you brought him home with you, and given his behavior, you wouldn’t be surprised if he filed it away in his head.

Anxiety winning out, you creep to the door and peer through the peephole. The hallway looks empty, drab beige walls taking up most of your field of view, but you jump as you spot a hulking shadow to the right. Your heartbeat races then slows, a closer look revealing hunched, unmoving shoulders wrapped in a familiar black t-shirt.

Jungkook swings his head to look at you as you open the door and glare down at him. His legs are pulled up, arms resting on his knees, and it might be endearing if not for the fact that he absolutely, positively should not be here.

“What are you doing?” you ask him for the second time tonight.

“He might come back.”

“And you’re going to what? Fight him?”

He shrugs. “If I have to.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, challenging. “You’re going to sit out here all night?”

He shifts where he sits, wiggling his hips like he’s firmly planting his butt into his chosen spot. “Yes.”

You roll your eyes at him but don’t doubt that he would. Again, if there is anything you know this man to be, it’s stubborn. “You’re going to scare the neighbors.”

“Who, Mrs. Kwon?” A tiny smile plays on his lips as he glances in the direction of your elderly neighbor’s apartment. “I think she’d be delighted to see me.”

If you’re being honest, she probably would be. She’s always adored Jungkook and praised him as the “kind, handsome young man” who helped her put away groceries and fixed her leaky faucet one time. In the months following your breakup, she’d asked about him once or twice, patting your arm reassuringly when you awkwardly told her she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.

“Don’t worry, dear,” she said. “He’ll come around.”

Well she’s turned out to be right in that he’s certainly back here again, still watching you from his spot on the floor. And you don’t know whether it’s his big doe eyes or the fact that he really would guard your apartment all night if you let him or the genuine fear that one of the other neighbors will make a fuss at his presence, but you feel yourself softening.

Turning abruptly, you stride into the kitchen for your glass of water, walking out of sight of the door, which is still wide open.

“You coming?” you call, pulling two glasses down from the cupboard.

There’s a rustle as Jungkook stands and shuffles into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. For someone who was so determined to defend you tonight, he seems uncertain now that he’s actually inside. His hands are once again stuffed in his pockets, and his eyes flicker around like he hasn’t been here a thousand times. Hasn’t cooked you breakfast in this kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Hasn’t watched The Notebook with you on this TV and held you as you both cried.

Hasn’t made love to you on the couch.

You slide a water his way, and he murmurs his thanks, sipping at it lightly. It’s strange–seeing him here again–and you can’t help but think about the last time he stood in this room. It’d been a maelstrom of accusations and hurt feelings that culminated in him storming out, the slam of the door echoing in your ears.

“You never cleaned that?” He gestures at the rug that covers most of the sitting area in your living room, eyes on the dark purple stain roughly the size of your hand.

You gulp down your water and try not to follow his line of sight. Try not to remember how you’d knocked over a glass of wine in your haste to get his clothes off during another movie night less than a month before your breakup.

“I kind of forgot about it,” you say. “Stopped noticing it after a while.” 

It’s a lie. There was never a time when you didn’t notice it, the memory of him haunting you every time you sit down on the couch and stare at the garish stain. And still, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to try and erase it.

Silence worms its way between you again. With only the soft light from the tabletop lamp glowing next to the couch, Jungkook’s face is cloaked in shadow. And so you barely see his lips move when he speaks. Barely hear it with how quietly his whisper slips into the room.

“I’m sorry.”

Your glass almost drops from your fingers, droplets splashing across your knuckles as you catch it at the last moment and steady it on the countertop. Turning to face him, you find his gaze already on you, melancholy tinting his expression.

“What?”

He tongues his lip ring, shoulders dropping a fraction. “For how things ended. I’m sorry.”

You can see the sincerity in his posture, can see the sadness in his form. And yet, his words only fill you with a hot anger that bubbles out of you before you can swallow it down.

“I don’t know why you would be,” you challenge, “being that you didn’t even respect me enough to give me a proper reason.”

Jungkook huffs at that; you think he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Did it really matter?”

“Yes.”

He gnaws at his lip again, no longer looking at you, and his lack of an answer only riles you up further.

“Was there someone else?” you demand, causing him to flinch. It was the same thing you asked him when he told you he thought you should break up, standing in almost this exact same spot.

“No,” he murmurs after a moment. “There wasn’t anyone else.” He pushes a hand through his dark, silky hair. “There hasn’t been anyone else since either.”

This surprises you. Jungkook is, in your eyes, the handsomest man you have ever come face-to-face with, but even from an objective standpoint, he is exceedingly attractive. There is no doubt in your mind that he would easily be able to land a woman if he so desired.

“So then why?”

He sets his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and fixes his stare out the window. And it’s this final refusal, this steadfast dedication to not explaining himself, that finally has tears tracking down your cheeks.

The sight of you crying has his attention snapping back your way, hands reaching out as if to hold you.

“Don’t touch me,” you gasp, recoiling until you’re out of reach. “I…I hate you.”

It almost seems as if your voice lands physically, and Jungkook staggers back like you’ve slapped him, remorse immediately wiggling its way between your ribs. You know you don’t mean the words even as they fall from your mouth, but it feels pointless to take them back now, the sentiment already thrown out there and hovering in the hollow space between you.

Jungkook muddles towards the couch–more of a defeated slump dragging his steps than anger–and you think he’s going to sit down before he whirls back towards you at the last second.

“The gala,” he mutters. “That’s when I decided.”

You know which one he’s talking about. Hosted by your medical school to celebrate the end of the academic year, it had been a night of food, dancing, and socializing. You had, of course, brought him as your date and introduced him to your friends and classmates, excited to finally allow him to put faces to names. As you comb through your memories of the night, you can’t pinpoint any warning signs, only remembering the way he’d smiled at you throughout. The way he’d pulled you close and danced you around the room.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

He rakes his fingers through his hair again, tossing strands of night over his forehead. A sad chuckle looses itself into the thick air of the room, and the final dregs of his resolve flicker away. “I realized that I didn’t deserve to stand next to you. That you could do much better than me.”

Whatever you thought his reason had been–whatever theories or thoughts had kept you up night after night for the past year–this is not even close to what you expected. And while you always thought finally receiving an answer would be freeing, would offer you some semblance of understanding, you’re surprised at the rage that boils in the pit of your stomach, bile rising in your throat.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you growl, taking an angered step towards him. “You were feeling insecure, and you made the decision to break up with me without even thinking to, I don’t know, discuss it with me first?”

His hand goes to the back of his neck now, embarrassment showing its face as he peers at you from under his lashes. “I was stupid–”

“No, shit.”

“But can you blame me?” he presses. “There we were: you, about to be this incredible doctor with all of your doctor friends…” His voice falters, sorrow lacing his tone. “And I’m just a tattoo artist.”

The defeatist way he says it helps to dampen your ire some, even if a heap of frustration remains–the sad shape of his doe eyes softening your edges.

“Just a tattoo artist,” you repeat. “Jungkook, I have always been so, so proud of you. I was never anything but proud to have you as my partner. You must’ve known that.”

His teeth worry his lip, and though he nods, he doesn’t seem fully convinced.

So you continue on, closing the distance between you a fraction more. “You started your own business from nothing. And I saw how hard you worked: to get the building, to hire other artists, train your apprentices.” You shake your head–half in irritation, half in awe. “And look at you now! You’re thriving. The last I heard, if you want an appointment at Golden Tattoo, you need to book months in advance.”

His eyes are alight now, some hidden emotion glimmering under the surface, but he stays quiet as he soaks in your words.

“So how can you possibly act like you weren’t enough?” you push. “You are amazing, Jungkook. And I never gave a shit about any job comparisons people may have made.” One more step, and suddenly you’re almost chest-to-chest. As always, you’re unable to resist the pull of his gravity. Yanked right back into his orbit. “I only wanted you. I’ve only ever wanted y–”

He cuts you off with his mouth, strong hands snagging your hips to pull you against him, and your own fingers reflexively tangle in his black hoodie as your subconscious gives itself over to him. Like it’s been waiting for this.

“I’m not. Not thriving,” he mumbles against your lips. “Not without you. Been miserable without you.”

And in spite of your anger, in spite of the fact that you were ready to kick him out a mere hour ago, you find yourself kissing him back, relishing the slick glide of his tongue as he licks into your mouth.

You startle as the backs of your knees suddenly bump against the couch, and then Jungkook is spinning as he settles onto the plush seat, pulling you along to straddle him. He sucks at your neck until you can feel the blood blooming under your skin, painting you like the pretty ink on his arm.

Speaking of.

The fabric of his hoodie whispers as you pull it up and over his back and head, tossing it over his shoulder and into a corner. His arms now bare to you, you gloss over his tattoos with your eyes and fingers until you find the one you’d picked out for him; the lovely orange of the flower petals seem to glow even in the dim light of the room.

“Beautiful,” you whisper.

“Just like you.”

You look at him then, the twinkle of tiny galaxies in his eyes betraying his hope. And before you can go any further, you need confirmation.

“You left.”

“I did.” Fingertips press lightly against your waist like he’s afraid you might be the one to disappear now. “I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook, if…” You lick your lips. Can almost taste his regret. “If we do this and you leave again–”

“If we do this, I'm not going anywhere,” he insists, tugging your hips down to grind against him and ghosting a kiss at your jaw. “Just wanna be here with you. Just want you.”

And it’s all you need to hear.

You shed the cotton shirt you had thrown on after your shower and move to yank his own off, tossing it in the same corner as his hoodie. The muscles of his pecs and abs shift under your hands, burning hot where your fingers trace the contours of his torso. 

“God, I missed this,” he groans as he buries his face between your breasts, nipping at the skin there before laving the spot with his tongue.

You’d agree–echo the sentiment that your body has been aching for this–if not for the fact that you’re too busy trying to get the two of you naked, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

But a tattooed hand covers yours, eases it away to take its place. “No,” he rumbles. “Let me.”

Wide palms and long fingers span your hips and thighs, grasping as much skin as possible even as he drags your shorts and panties down your legs and helps to steady you as you kick them off. They join the tangle of his own clothes

“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls at the sight of you finally naked in front of him. And with such speed that it almost seems like it’s involuntary, an impulse outside of his control, he’s immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs.

“Baby, this wet for me already?” A breathy sigh passes from his mouth to yours, almost laughing at the ease with which he glides through your folds. “Hell, I could just–”

A finger slips in and you gasp, Jungkook smiling wickedly at you as he quickly adds a second and curls them against your walls. You force your eyes closed as they roll back in your head, and you keel forward, babbling incoherently against the line of his collarbone.

“Use your words, love; you can do it.” He says it as if his fingers aren’t currently buried in you down to the knuckle. As if he’s not making you see stars behind your eyelids right now.

You choke down a breath, desperate for the oxygen. “Insane,” you pant. “I said you’re fucking insane.”

“Only for you,” he says before sliding his digits out of you and dipping them into his mouth. He moans at the taste, and even with his lips closed tightly, you can see the way he’s working his tongue around each finger, unwilling to waste a single drop of your essence.

Like you said. Insane.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath until you’re the one who’s getting impatient, hastily undoing his belt and tearing it from his pants with a hiss. But as you shift off of him so he can slither out of his pants and boxers–his length springing free to slap against his smooth stomach–you’re hit with an untimely realization.

“Jungkook, I don’t have condoms.”

He freezes, the color draining from his face (though admittedly, that may be because all of his blood has clearly gone south). The two of you stare at each other for a long second before he suddenly leans over, rummaging back through his pants pockets. He pulls out his wallet, rifles through it, then tosses it across the room in frustration, head tilting back against the couch as he groans at the ceiling.

“Fuck, me neither.”

You chew at your lip, a loaded quiet settling over the room as Jungkook wipes a hand over his face.

“I’m still on birth control,” you whisper, and Jungkook whips his head around, eyes wide and questioning like he’s not sure he heard you right. But you don’t repeat yourself, only hold his stare until he’s tentatively reaching out to graze his fingertips along your thigh.

“I told you. There’s been no one else.” His expression is earnest, eager. You trust that he’s telling the truth, and yet you also know that if you refused him, if you said you weren’t comfortable, he wouldn’t push.

So you swing a leg back over his lap, drag your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, but he leans in to bite at your lower lip with a growl before pulling back to search your face.

“You?”

It hurts that he even feels the need to ask. Because how could you even want someone else? Who could possibly measure up?

You brush a reassuring, barely-there kiss against his already swollen lips. “No one else for me either.”

This seems to please him, but you still see hesitation behind his eyes as he asks, “What about the guy downstairs?”

A drunken mistake was what that was. All sloppy lips and fumbling hands that had left you feeling more empty than anything, and which resulted in you sending Cheol away before he had even gotten a peek at your bedroom.

“We made out once,” you admit, hating that you’re even having to think about another man when Jungkook is here in front of you. “But nothing else happened.”

“Good,” he grunts, but his fingers dig into your backside like he’s trying to reclaim you. And just a fraction of a second later, he’s devilishly tonguing his lip ring as he winds his palm back to bring it down harshly against the meat of your ass, the smack echoing between the walls almost endlessly.

“Ride me, baby.”

You’re quick to line him up–desperate, at this point, to have him inside of you–and begin to ease yourself down slowly, trying to give your body the space and time to adjust to the burning stretch of his girth. He’s always filled you to your absolute limit, tested the furthest boundaries of how much your body can take with his size.

“Yesss,” he hisses, nipping at your neck once again. “You’re doing great, love. Always take me so fucking well.”

You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push of him. If you were a betting woman, you’d put money on your intestines being somewhere in the area of your throat right now.

He wraps his inked arm around your waist, continuing to whisper his praises against the shell of your ear as he starts to guide your body up and down. Intoxicated by the smooth slide of his length, you soon find your pace, and your shared moans fill the room–the whole city probably able to hear you right now.

You move that way until the pressure building becomes too much and your legs start to tremble, quivering against Jungkook’s own muscled thighs.

“It’s okay; I’ve got you.” He bands his arms around you and presses you to his chest, holding you in place so he can thrust upwards.

Hard.

You’re practically screaming now, burying your teeth into his shoulder so as to muffle your sounds and not scare the neighbors. It’s all you can do to hold on for dear life as he rapidly pistons his cock inside of you, the slap of your hips like a metronome.

It builds and builds until it breaks and you’re falling apart in his arms, the spasms of your inner walls pulling him over the edge with you as he empties his seed deep inside.

The silence that follows in unlike the others you previously shared this evening–tension traded for serenity as you sit on the couch holding each other, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. He traces the ridges of your spine in a soothing pattern that has your eyelids drooping, your cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck.

“I missed this,” you whisper once your brain has finally remembered how to construct human speech.

“I missed you.”

You pull back so you can rest your forehead against his and gently run a finger over the lines of his face. “Where do we go from here?”

He hums. Tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Take it day by day?” he suggests. “We don’t need to rush into anything if you don’t want to.”

“Mm, that does seem like a problem for tomorrow.”

A dark eyebrow quirks, teasing. “And what about right now?”

“Now?” you ask. “Do you remember the way to the bedroom? Or…” You shift your hips, already feeling him twitching inside of you.

“Or.” He jolts forward to capture your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it, whole again. “Or sounds good.”

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ICE | jjk

summary: when jungkook uses a different strategy to turn you on.

pairings: bf!jk x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1k

warnings/includes: nsfw, smut, swearing, teasing, making out, clit play, temperature play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, choking (if you squint), d/s dynamic, softdom!jk, bigdick!jk, cream pie, fluff

ice.

you knew what jungkook’s intentions were with it as soon as you saw it hit the glass.

he usually has his drinks with ice, but right now, he wasn’t planning on drinking.

he finished filling his empty glass with ice cubes from the fridge.

you watched him, knowing fully well what his plan was.

he saw you eyeing him,

“don’t look at me like that.”

he said, grinning and put the glass down on the counter,

“like what?”

“like i’m gonna do something to you.”

you crossed you arms,

“that’s because you are gonna do something to me.”

“and what’s that?”

he asked.

you look at his glass on the counter and then back to him.

he tilted his head,

“what?”

he asked and you narrowed your eyes,

“i know what you’re gonna do koo.”

he smirked and took a step forward,

“tell me.”

he then took another step forward, slowly closing the gap between you both.

“tell me what i’m gonna do.”

he said and you pointed to his empty ice-filled glass.

“the ice in that glass...”

you both looked over at his glass on the counter.

his smirked,

“what about it?”

you sighed and looked down,

“you have plans… with it.”

he lifted your chin with his finger and smiled slightly,

“i might do.”

you smiled and rolled your eyes,

“take this off.”

he gently tugged at your t-shirt,

“and these.”

he looked down at your shorts.

you gladly complied and took them off. he reached over and picked up one of the ice cubes from the glass.

he turned round and hovered the ice cube just above on your thigh and looked up at you.

you looked down at him, waiting for him to do something.

he smirked and then slowly started to run the ice cube up your thigh to your hip and back down again.

you winced at the coldness, but it wasn’t painful… it was good.

“shhh…”

he whispered and pressed the cube against your thigh and at the same time slipped his other hand down your underwear to cup your pussy.

you half-moaned and he buried his face in your neck, rocking his hips gently against you.

“kook,”

you whined, wishing he’d stop teasing you like this.

he ran the ice up to your hip again and up your waist.

the ice was already melting, dripping water over you, wherever jungkook moved it.

he rubbed your clit a few times before taking his hand away.

“lean back baby.”

he said and you leaned back against the counter.

he traced the ice cube up from your thigh to your torso and then all the way up to your neck.

the water from the cube was running down your body.

once the ice had fully melted he licked the melted ice and slid his tongue the way up your body.

your breathing was fast and he knew how turned on you were.

“you like that?”

he whispered, locking his mouth onto yours. your hand came to the back of his hair,

“kook i need you.”

you whined and he smirked,

“i’m gonna fuck you so good baby,”

his right hand lightly stroked your thigh,

“please kook,”

you rest your forehead on his shoulder. not wanting anything else apart from his cock to be relentlessly fucking deep inside of you. you didn’t know how much more of his teasing you could take.

you were seconds away from losing it.

he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. he laid you down on the mattress and hovered above you.

he quickly freed himself from his pants and briefs. he was already hard after all of that foreplay.

he exhaled slowly, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he pushed his thick cock into you. he moaned when he felt how wet you were and then he smiled to himself.

it was all because of him.

he pulled himself out slowly only to push deeper inside of you.

you were so close to cumming it was unbelievable and this pace of his was going to make you cum way sooner than you wanted to.

“koo… wait… stop.”

you murmured.

he immediately stopped moving to check if you were alright,

“are you okay baby?”

he asked.

you could hear the worry in his voice.

you nodded,

“yeah, i just...”

you needed to buy yourself some time or calm yourself down.

“did i hurt you?”

he asked and you shook your head.

“i just… i need to wait.”

you sighed and he chuckled, understanding what was happening.

“okay.”

he smiled.

after a few seconds of waiting, you eventually told him to continue and so he did. his movements were slow at first, he fucked into you carefully, before picking up the pace.

it wasn’t long before he started slamming his hips into you. his pace was still pretty slow, but he wasn’t being soft.

he gripped onto your thighs, pulling you closer to him so he could hit your g-spot.

he moaned as your walls clenched around him. your hips moved against his, desperate for more friction.

his hand came to your neck, squeezing it slightly. he kissed you hard, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

you couldn’t take it anymore,

“i’m gonna-”

he thrusted his dick into you a few more times before you reached your climax and coated his throbbing dick with your cum. he fucked faster into you, his dick pulsing, begging for release.

“good girl,”

he whispered, feeling his hips start to stutter. his cock twitched inside of you and he moaned, filling you with his seed. his warm cum spilled onto you and he moaned in pleasure.

he collapsed on top of you and sighed. he kissed you softly on your cheek.

“you okay baby?”

he asked, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

you closed your eyes and nodded, smiling.

he slowly removed himself from you.

your breathing hitched when you felt him pull out.

he smiled down at you,

“hey baby?”

“hm?”

you ask and he nudges you,

“i love you.”

you open your eyes and grinned,

“i love you too.”

he pulled you up to lie your head in his lap. he leaned down and kissed you, his hand cupped your cheek.

“i love you so much.”

THE END