Touch.

touch.

Ok it's my first time doing a kinky ask .... but y/n having an orgasm and squirted and JK was shocked so he juSt violently pounds inTo her with a repeating manTRa of "give mE, Give me more" and being the hardeSt he's ever been iM crying 🤐🤐👉🏻👈🏻

haven’t written one of these asks in a while and I feel bad, but here you go! please forgive me... :( 

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"The louder you are, the harder I fuck you.” 

You were trying to control and quiet your moans down because your dorm has super thin walls. You were sure that the neighbors can hear everything and they probably hate you by now. But his deal was so intriguing that you couldn’t care less anymore. 

Your whimpers and moans easily slipped past your lips after a long time of being suppressed, Jungkook’s name falling out of your mouth like it was made for it. He smirks and gladly fastens his pace, putting your leg up to hook around his waist so that he can shove his cock deeper inside your pussy. 

“That’s it...” he mutters deeply with a hot tone, the sound causing shivers down your spine, “I know you like it when I fuck you rough, baby girl.” He licks his lips and lifts a brow up to you, “Yeah baby?” 

“Ohhh-- fuck yea,” you inhale a sharp breath when he suddenly hits the right spot from the new angle. “There, there, there! Right there Kook!” 

You squeal loudly after he brings his tattoo-covered hand down to your cunt as his fingers start to rub your clit furiously, desperate to bring you to an orgasm. You can feel your core tightening as your mind thinks of nothing but the pleasure. The build-up was overwhelming, too overwhelming at this point that you couldn’t breathe properly. 

“B-Baby,” you say as your legs start to quiver. Your arms fail to wrap around his neck for you didn’t have the energy to do so, hence you only resulted in grabbing the sheets beside you. “Jungkook please, I’m -- ohh s-shit --” 

Jungkook watches your head throwing back in euphoria, exposing your sweaty neck for him. His skilled fingers continue their mission to play with your throbbing clit, while his thrusts deepen. 

“You’re so tight, baby,” he chuckles, “cum for me. C’mon, I know you want to. Be a good princess and cum all over my dick.” 

But Jungkook got a lot more than what he asked for. 

You suddenly squirt all over his cock and hips, some juices landing on his abs and onto the sheets. Everything around you turns black as if you just passed out, seeing stars. Jungkook, however, was stunned. 

He gasped so loudly when he watched your body shake and quiver like that, the way how you squeezed his cock so fucking tight -- he wanted to experience it again. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, “you just...you fucking just...” he couldn’t believe himself. Did he really just made you squirt? 

You didn’t even have the time to recollect your thoughts or what just happened, and Jungkook was already wrapping his arms around your body to put you into another position. He fixes you on all fours before shoving his cock right back in, making you scream. 

“You’re so hot, god fucking damn it.” A sudden spank to your ass makes you mewl, closing your eyes tight. Jungkook kneels behind you and hikes his left leg up, planting his foot on the bed to control his thrusts even more. He pounds your cunt harder, not caring if you’re too sensitive for another round and if your body is a quivering mess. 

“More, give me fucking more,” he mutters underneath his breath, almost as if more to himself, “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me.” You notice how desirous he sounds, frantic curse words and moans being emptied out. A pout forms your lips when you immediately feel another familiar sensation in your lower stomach, making your mind dizzy once more. “Mmngh, s-sensitive...” 

He disregards your words and grabs onto the roots of your hair from your scalp, making your head tilt back ferociously. The slapping sounds of your skin hitting together, mixed with the wet squelching noises your drenched pussy makes whenever his cock fucks you in and out were music to his ears. 

“Squirt one more time for me, one more. Give me more, give me more, give me more baby girl.” A sudden desperate whine escapes Jungkook’s mouth, “Please fucking do it again.” 

It didn’t take long for you to do it a second time, for his big cock was repeatedly hitting and rubbing against your g-spot, and you were still high from your first climax. Your upper body falls to the bed as you gave Jungkook what he wants. His pupils enlarge from the sight of your hips shuddering as your cunt poured more of your wetness out, spilling onto the bedsheets. He pulls his cock out to watch you make a mess, watching the mess he created. 

dis idea just popped n my head (feel free to ignore dis 😔) how abt stripper oc nd obsessed mafia jk aaaaaaaaaa like they went to a bar to blow some steam off nd he found oc nd is now obsessed w her

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers, mafia!au

warnings: yandere, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence and organised crime, stripper!oc, possessiveness, obsession, soft daddy dom!jk 🫣, daddy kink 😶‍🌫️, dry humping, choking, hints of sadism & masochism, dirty talk, praise <3, edging, mentions of orgasm denial, rough sex, aftercare (basically he's an animal but also a simp)

The way you danced was hypnotizing. His eyes followed the sway of your hips from side to side, until all he heard was his own pulse, ticking like a clock. It pulled him into a trance, leaving his drink forgotten and the rest of the world blurred.

The thrill of inevitable eye contact flipped a switch.

From victim to predator, Jungkook leaned back, legs spread comfortably. The heavy, golden chains on his neck gleamed in the dim lights of the club, matching the rings adorning his tattooed fingers. His look and his status certainly attracted attention; but Jungkook didn't notice nor care.

He didn't even know what Namjoon and Jin were talking about. His muscles were heavy with pent up tension, heat only growing the longer he watched you.

One thing was obvious; Jungkook was not a man who ever held back from going after the things he wanted.

And in that moment, he knew he wanted you.

"Quit."

The whisper warmed your neck, the wall he cornered you against cooling your flushed cheek.

"I'll take care of everything," he let his lips brush the shell of your ear, coaxing a shiver. "Take care of you. You'll never have to lift a finger."

He didn't want you to go inside. Past these doors, he'd lose any grip he had on you, your body no longer yours, or his. It would belong to the crowd.

And Jungkook was patient until he wasn't. Grinding against you and pleading, utterly weak. A word he never thought would apply to him.

"No," you breathed softly. "You don't want to help me. You want to own me."

Jungkook stilled behind you. He swallowed thickly, a veiny, inked hand tentatively touching yours.

"Would that be so bad?" He asked. "Being mine?"

A question too complex to answer now, when he was imprinted all over your senses. The smell of his cologne, potent and familiar. His voice and his touch, sinking in through your skin as easily as embers. Leaving you glowing, burning hot and stained black all over. Like something from hell itself has crawled out to lay its claim on you.

You took in a deep breath, attempting to hold yourself together.

"Give me some time."

Jungkook sighed. His head dropped to your shoulder.

Time.

He felt himself going soft. The blood no longer rushing south, but to his heart instead, making it twist and thrum. He could wait forever; if that didn't mean having to share you. The thought alone made him feel sick. He'd sooner burn the club down.

"Come over later?"

The suggestion came with a butterfly kiss on the nape of your neck.

It wasn't surprising that he let you go. However, it also wasn't surprising that he ended up renting out a private lounge, buying most of your time for the day.

It barely took a few minutes before you were sitting on his lap, feeling his hands caress your thighs. You belonged to him, as he belonged to you, your body meant for his eyes only. He liked giving you a different pole to work on; and you liked taking it. And he knew it was your favorite, from the way it made you drip and quiver.

A few long weeks have passed since you started sleeping together; months, even. Always devoted to learning what made you feel good, Jungkook was well aware he could let loose. Lay you down on the table and kiss you until you couldn't breathe, knead and lick wherever he wanted.

His pants were barely off, slipping lower when he started fucking you, slow but rhythmic in his thrusts. He knew what he was doing to you — felt it in the desperate grip of your swollen cunt. You'd forgotten your place, and it was his job to remind you where it was. Sometimes, punishments were necessary.

Enjoyable, too. The softness of your helpless body, the glaze in your eyes.

"You want to come, baby?" The loving murmur taunted, tickling your lips hotly. "Can't do it on your own?"

You whined softly, shaking your head. Jungkook chuckled, the sound raspy.

"Not such a big girl, after all. You need your daddy, don't you, my love? It's okay," he promised, "let daddy do grown up things like thinking for you."

The feeling of your sticky pussy clenching had him leaking with you, drawing a hiss out of his mouth, prompting his hips to pump faster.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blade, your body pulling him in deeper, closer; arousal tense and heavy deep in his balls, preparing to explode. The table started shaking with you, and Jungkook snaked his hand around your dainty throat, adorning it with the gold of his rings.

"Tell me you will." He pleaded again. "You wouldn't break your daddy's heart, right? I love you so fucking much. Tell me you're mine."

Your orgasm was in his hands, and so was your heart. If he had to cream your cute, little hole three times and leave you an aching mess, crying and trembling for release, he would. Until you remembered who you needed more than air and the lesson would stick. It wasn't exactly a challenge.

He was so in love with your cunt, like with the rest of you, the sensitivity thrumming through his cock felt divine. He could stay buried inside you forever, spent, sated, and still hard, like a horny teenager. He could die happy if it was by your side. And that was almost terrifying.

Most of all, it was unfair.

He was the one pounding into you, controlling your pleasure; he could take control of your entire life if he wanted.

So why did he feel so helpless? One flick of your finger and he was down on his knees like a king turned servant. And it wasn't fucking fair, but then, love never was, and the shake of your thigh on his hip let him know you were beginning to realise that too.

Panting, Jungkook clenched his jaw and stopped, sweat rolling down his chest. His eyes locked with yours, amorous and dark, peeking at you behind his thick lashes.

"Please," you whispered into his mouth, barely keeping yourself still. "Please, please, daddy."

He groaned. He adored that gleam in your eye, the nervous grip your hands had on the table. His perfect little girl, choosing a good beating from daddy for her pretty pussy over the life she lived. He knew you would.

Because you loved him just as much as he loved you.

Lowering his lips to yours, Jungkook started moving again, swallowing your little cries with sloppy kisses. Something about it so dirty, like he was trying to fill you everywhere, slow, sweet tongue fucking your mouth, and a hard, throbbing cock filling your cunt.

He needed it; needed you full of him. Steadily increasing his pace, skin hitting skin with a vulgar wetness. You needed it, too, your pussy clenching heatedly, as if it wasn't small enough for him already.

"Good fuckin' girl," Jungkook moaned raspily, beginning to lose his breath. "You take daddy's cock so well, it's your only fucking job. Being all pretty and keeping it empty."

He wanted this every day; the pain and the pleasure. He'd take anything you'd be willing to give him and kiss your hands to say his grace. Everything inside him tensed up, and the hot twirl in his abdomen shot up his spine, making the hand on your thigh dig into the flesh.

"Fuck," the filthy groan vibrated against your ear, his lips so close. "Baby, I'm gonna c-come."

Your sweaty chest arched into his, a slurred, breathy whine making him twitch.

"Love you, daddy."

Jungkook gritted his teeth, but he couldn't stop the pathetic whimper that broke through, nor the rush of his hot seed shooting out. He would have been embarrassed by the way his voice broke, if he noticed; even more so if you did. But he was too busy squeezing his eyes shut and groaning; and you were too busy soaking the cock pounding into you, trembling as you took it.

And you took it so well, so fucking eagerly, letting him fill up every inch. Letting him leave you with nothing but him coming down, marks of your love all over you and the lounge. The scent of sex in the air, the wet, messed up table. The pleasant ache that made it obvious your knees would give out if you tried to walk.

The afterglow was among Jungkook's favorites; like light shining through your soul, all starry eyes and warm skin, hearts beating in perfect sync. Absolute clarity in a tender haze.

Back on the leather couch, Jungkook held you close, both of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist. Eyes half lidded, lips warm, roaming your skin to press kisses along your temple. Down to your cheek, a little sleepy in his devotion.

He couldn't remember the last time he longed to get into his bed so much. The difference was that now you would be in it with him, and not just to have sex. He'd get to fall asleep with your head on his chest, all tangled limbs, and wake up nestled in your arms.

It was four in the morning by the time his head hit the pillow. You've dozed off on the way home already, stirring occasionally as Jungkook carried you upstairs and changed you into his shirt. Clinging to him the moment he crawled under the covers.

He held your hand in his, alternating between kissing your palm and your fingers. He was going to put a ring on the one that had a vein connected right to your heart, give you his last name, his children. He had nothing more to offer; his heart, his body, his money, all of that has been yours since the first time.

You could still dance whenever you wanted to, just work for him instead. A private show for your biggest fan, the only customer you needed.

And in the morning you'd find him slipping between your thighs, barely awake as his hips gyrated. Almost like you had a dance of your own, a rhythm that no one else matched, let alone understood.

Perhaps you were made for him. And now that he's found you, he wasn't going to let you go. The past didn't matter; not yours or his. You loved him; and as long as you did, to Jungkook, that was all that mattered.

i love tumblr bc nothing matters here but pictures and inner thoughts

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Monster boyfriend that loves his chubby gf. Adores your fat tummy and pussy, can’t get enough!

He makes you feel so small, lifting you up and settling you on his cock as if you don’t weigh a thing. Rutting into your fat pussy, loving the squelching noises it makes as it gets all slick with arousal…

Your lover doesn’t love you despite your appearance, he loves your body and it makes him FERAL! Everything about you makes him horny.

Your love handles, plump belly, fat ass and thick, meaty thighs make his cock strain against his pants.

He can’t help but slip himself between your thighs, fucking them until they’re sticky with his cum! You’re just so cute, whining and begging him to actually fuck you… don’t worry, he can’t go without that perfect, warm fat pussy for too long! He’s got plenty of cum for your pretty kitty!

And he loves filling you with load after load, wanting to see your belly swell even further with his young <3