The Lords Kiss | Jjk

The Lord’s Kiss | jjk

Genre: supernatural x smut x period piece Pairing: vampire!jungkook x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 5.1k Warnings: blood play, fingering, mentions of death, stockholm syndrome? Summary: You shouldn’t have stayed in the village for as long as you did. The woods are dark as you try to make your way home, only to be walking in circles. Is it convenience or fate that a stranger is now offering you help? With him, you seem to step into another reality all together.

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For Lovers.

What's this about? As Jungkook once said, morning sex is for lovers... and what's the better way to do it than listening to your sex playlist that you made back in college as a joke?

Word Count? 2.1K

Genre? Smut, fluff, established relationship

Contents and/or warnings? Explicit language, unprotected sex, reader has a sex playlist, Jungkook is too good to be true but is actually good

Author's Note? This has been in my drafts (that I haven't touched for almost a year) so I decided to post it in a whim. Not edited, so I apologize in advance for any errors.

A familiar tune starts playing and it rings in your ears. Before you can even second-guess which song it is, Regina Spektor’s fluid voice fill the room. You instantly recognize the song playing, On The Radio. How can you not? It’s the same song that accompanied you when you lost your virginity on a Saturday night to your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook—which happened inside your car while it was raining in buckets outside.

Coincidentally, it’s Saturday and looking through the large glass window that’s lighting up your room—you can see the rain still drizzling outside despite the time. It’s not even past seven in the morning but the rain’s already decided to say hello. Usually, you’d curse at the weather whenever you’re walking home without an umbrella but today's a different case. You’ll have to thank Mother Nature for setting up the mood.

An hour’s already passed since Jungkook came to your apartment with his clothes drenched by the rain, tired from working on his album all night in his studio. Your sleep-deprived boyfriend planned to go straight back to the comfort of his house and get some well-deserved sleep but his feet somehow brought him in front of your door. This doesn’t surprise you though, he’s done it too many times that you’ve already gotten used to it.

Your morning together started off with a playful argument over Jungkook using the words might, could and maybe in a single sentence. “Since when did you start caring about my grammar?” was his defense, which you could only respond with a laugh. After struggling in making him a cup of matcha latte as per his request that you can’t refuse, things started getting steamy.

Steamier than the cup of latte you made, if you may add.

It’s been a while since you and Jungkook have spent quality time together, so it’s no surprise that you’ll be having a make-out session. Him walking around your apartment wearing nothing but his pants is partly to blame. But oh boy, you should have seen it coming the moment his hands dipped underneath your shirt.

Sex with Jungkook happens not too often. Usually, an oral or dry humping would suffice you and your boyfriend—probably because both of you would be tired from work and would just need some sort of stress-reliever every time you feel like doing it. And if you do have the time and energy to do it, you’d spend it doing other stuff like painting, play video games or simply watch animated films.

But each time you do the deed, it feels a bit more amazing than before. There’s never a time where you don’t feel needed and that’s sometimes thanks to Jungkook's ability to make you feel like you’re in control of him even though it’s the other way around.

You’re not quite sure but it probably has something to do with the latte that made Jungkook decide it would be a good idea to have sex in the morning. Not that you’re complaining.

"Morning sex is for lovers,"you recall him saying.

That’s how you ended up laying your back on the bed under the covers with your boyfriend’s body hovering over yours. Unlike the usual hard, fast sex with a bit of ass slaps, hair pulling—just some good pounding, what both of you would usually have, this one’s different. And you can tell because one, Jungkook's not calling you his baby girl or slut and two, you’re not feeling pleasure and pain. Just pleasure.

You feel loved, along with other things you can’t explain in words.

"I love Saturday mornings with you, Y/N," Jungkook murmurs, nestling his head in between your breasts.

Beads of sweat start to form on your skin as he continues thrusting his cock into you in a slow and steady pace but not tortuously slow—just slow enough for both of you to really feel each other and enjoy the moment.

"Is it because of sex?" you chuckle.

Jungkook lifts his head up to face you. "That and just because I enjoy your company a lot."

"Me too," you hum in agreement, lacing your fingers with his on the side of your pillow.

"Did it ever cross your mind that you’ll eventually fall for me?" he asks out of nowhere. You’d be taken aback if it isn’t for his cock sliding in and out of you.

Before you can even think of an answer, he pulls his cock all the way out—leaving the tip, before slowly sliding it back inside. Your voice betrays you and you let out a whimper.

"You can’t just do that after asking a question," you whine. "Don’t do that again."

Jungkook chuckles into the crook of your neck before lifting his head up to lock eyes with you. "So? Did it ever cross your mind?"

You try to construct a sentence in your mind but it’s not an easy task when your undeniably hot boyfriend's body is moving tenderly against yours. You wonder how he’s able to do it.

"Truthfully speaking..."

Your boyfriend looks at you in anticipation.

"I did thought about that," you admit.

Ever since Jungkook not-so-subtlety starts showing his interest in you by calling you in the middle of the night, asking you to come with him whenever he gets a new tattoo, inviting you over to his house to play with Bam (who he claims misses you a lot) and always comparing your hand sizes as an excuse to hold your hand—you knew you’d fall for this boy.

"It’s not hard to fall for you, to be honest." You mean it.

A smile can’t help but escape from Jungkook's lips. He won’t say it but he has always admired how straightforward and honest you are to everyone. Especially to him. Communication has never been a problem and he’s going to give you all the credit. You still haven’t realized it but you’ve always been the one to reach out. You may think it’s because he’s the type to open up easily but it’s all because you make it seem easy.

"What about you, Jeon Jungkook?"

Jungkook scrunches his nose, hearing his full name that you’d barely call him by.

"To be honest, I didn’t," he says, a playful smirk plastered on his face.

You can’t help but frown, giving his chest a hard slap. Hard enough for him to pause the smooth rocking of his hips. "Ouch! Was that necessary?"

"You were being a bitch," you tell him.

Jungkook chuckles. He rarely hears you swear and if he does, it’s usually during sex or it’s because he’s making fun of the titles of your playlists on Spotify. You can’t blame him though, who names their sex playlist ‘sex playlist I will never get to use’? But in your defense, you created that playlist in your first year of college and he begged for you not to change it.

"That’s your lucky charm, treat it with respect," was what he said.

Breathy moans coming from the both of you are heard when Jungkook pushes back into you while caressing your side. It’s all the little things he do that never fail to flutter your heart. You pull his head down closer for a kiss, running your fingers through his hair to return the affection back. The kiss isn’t as intense as it was before but you still love the feeling you’re getting from it. And he does too.

"Play with my hair," Jungkook encourages and you don’t need to be told twice. He’ll probably never tell you this but he absolutely loves the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

It feels comfortable.

He feels safe.

And most importantly, it feels like home.

His lips travel back down on your neck, his kisses as light as a feather. You sigh when his lips reach your nipple, one of his hands massaging your breast and giving it a squeeze.

You arch your back, Jungkook's name leaving your lips. "You still haven’t seriously answered my question."

"I love you," Jungkook whispers right behind the shell of your ear as he starts picking up the speed, the sound of the mattress squeaking not matching the rhythm of the music playing in the background that you think is now Cruisin’ by D’Angelo. "Fuck. I really do, Y/N."

"That doesn’t—

"I just don’t want to stop reminding you."

"You better not stop loving me then," you joke, giving your boyfriend a tired smile.

Jungkook shakes his headno. "Never will I ever stop."

"The sex or—

Before you can even finish your sentence, both of Jungkook's hands grab both of your legs to wrap them around his waist—coaxing you to match his pace as both of you go faster. With a loud gasp escaping your lips, you take pleasure in the feeling of his cock filling you up. You shut your eyes, clenching your walls around him whilst your hands grab a hold of his toned shoulders.

"How do you dothat?" you whimper. "Keep doing that, fuck."

You're not quite sure what you’re pertaining to but either way, the question doesn’t make sense to Jungkook—who’s busy focusing on making you come.

He presses his forehead against your own, his eyes now also shut with his eyebrows furrowed. Your legs are trembling, feeling the orgasm getting closer as you can’t help but have one of your hands tug at his roots whilst the other digs your fingertips onto his skin.

"Baby? Are you—

"I’m close," you whimper. "Can you come inside me?"

Of course he can, he wants to.

But as much as Jungkook wants to utter a word and say yes, he can’t. Instead, a series of high pitched moans escapes his lips.

"Fuck, baby. I’m coming," he manages to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear before emptying himself into you.

Your breath hitches at the feeling, your teeth pressing hard into your lip as your boyfriend watches your body shake and tremble below him as you come undone. His heart swells as he nestles himself into the crook of your neck.

Both of you are out breath and in each other’s arms with Jungkook still not pulling out of you, staying on top of your body—which you don’t mind. He feels your gentle fingers run through his hair as you press a kiss to his temple. A smile reappears in his face.

Enjoying D’Angelo’s voice filling the room for a while, both of you take time to calm your uneven breaths down. Just when you’re about to let sleep consume you, you suddenly remembered where your conversation left off.

"You still haven’t answered my question," you pout. "I was asking you if it ever crossed your mind that you know, you’ll fall for me."

Jungkook lifts his head up before playfully giving your nose aboop.

"Of course it did. How can’t I?” Jungkook tells you. "I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen in love with you first."

Just when you’re about to ask him to explain further, the familiar tune of Kehlani’s Honey starts playing. Maybe the questions' for another time.

You stay quiet as your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at you. "You still have your ex’s theme song on your playlist? Your sex playlist?"

This reminds you of the time when you were still dating your ex while you and Jungkook were still no more than just acquaintances. At that time, it still hasn’t crossed your mind that you’d ever fall for someone like him—who seems too good to be true and too perfect for you. But after crying your eyes out in front of him, you two got closer and more comfortable with each other. He has since then is open to show his vulnerability and flaws. And you appreciate that.

"It’s a great song and I've been listening to it way before she and I started dating. So technically, it's not our theme song," you defend yourself, shrugging your shoulders. "And you listen to it a lot."

"Point taken, love."

Jungkook chuckles, carefully taking his cock out of you before rolling off of your body to lay beside you. You can’t help but feel empty down there.

You face him, your hand reaching out to him to brush his hair off of his face.

"I love you."

Jungkook is taken aback, which is evident in his ears that has easily turned red. You’ve always told him how hard it is for you to say those three words, so you always put the extra effort to show him that you do love him. Of course, he appreciates it but hearing those words escape from your lips sounds so beautiful. So perfect.

"I love you more."

Restraints, and butt plugs, and orgasm denial, oh my! pt. 1 | kth

Genre: smut, nonidol!, roommate au Pairing: nonidol!taehyung x reader Warning: more ass play (what can I say), use of multiple sex toys, orgasm denial (as if the title didn’t give it away), squirting Word count: 3.6k Summary: Kim Taehyung: used to be fuckboy, pain in the ass, and your painfully good looking roommate. He catches you watching porn (much to your embarrassment) and becomes increasingly curious as to what you’re into. Much to your surprise, and pleasure, he has all the means to explore your desires. 

Author’s note: This was a request sent in by my lovely lady-in-thirst @faelynnmarie94 and I hope you like it. 

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Omggg riding Jungkook silly!!!!

Very vocal jk with whimpersssss

If you can do this one I’d be so happy OMG!!!!

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: straight-up pwp babeeeeeey

Rating: 18 (language; oral sex, f. receiving; orgasm denial, slight soft dom! reader/sub!JK, leeeetle leeetle bit of cockwarming; unprotected sex)

Word count: 2836

A/N: GIRL (or DUDE or whatever else you'd prefer!!) For like, a week, after watching his camping vlog, ALL I could think about was 'damn how loud is JK when he eats pussy? I'll bet $10000 it's VERY' and then this request came in and I was like, well shit, gotta write it then. HOWEVER, IiiIIiIIIiiiIII do not feel confident about this 🤣🤣 so please be kind. but thank you so much for requesting and I really hope you enjoy it!!

Talkative

“Mm, baby... You taste so good...

“I love your perfect, little pussy...

“... God, I want it all...

“... Mmm, mine, gonna make it mine all mine...

“... You’re dripping, baby. Give me more...

“... Ah, I could do this forever...”

You could say, in some ways, that sex is like conversation; two (or more!) bodies moving with and against one another, reacting, responding, communicating.

Sex with Jungkook is a literal conversation. The man will not shut up, not even when you stick a tit in his mouth. It was enough sometimes to drive you to distraction. As he pulled his mouth from your throbbing clit for the umpteenth time, you fisted his hair and pulled him sharply backwards. His eyes met yours, wide with surprise, concern.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his mouth and chin shiny with your arousal.

“Jungkook,” you started, a little breathless and a lot unsure how to say this without hurting his feelings. “Can you please stop talking?”

He hummed a little noise of surprise, a little pout forming on his mouth.

“What?”

You pulled his face up, closer to yours and he shuffled to sit on the bed next to you.

“Jungkook, look, you are so good to me, so good, but you make it hard for me to cum when you are constantly interrupting yourself.”

He blinked and his mouth dropped open, his head tipped to the side.

“You... Do you... It’s not good when I go down on you?” His brows furrowed, his eyes shining bright with confusion, hurt.

“No! God no, no, that’s not what I mean. I like it when you go down on me, I love it, if anything it’s the fact that you’re so good at it that makes it all the more frustrating when you stop all the time to... to commentate.”

“I just want you to know how much I like it, how much I like you; I can’t help it when you taste so good – I just.. It just comes out. I’m sorry.”

His little face looked crestfallen and your heart squeezed. You placed your hands either side of his face and kissed him gently.

“I don’t want you to apologise; it’s not something you have to apologise for. I like it, ok? I like it but… I’d just… sometimes I’d like a little less of it.” You glanced around the room, scanning for inspiration somewhere, for the right words to say. “I love what your mouth can do to me and I love that you enjoy it, but I just want you to do it more, not... Talk about it. When you’re fucking me, you can talk as much as you like; you can say whatever you want when I’m going down on you; just, can you… can you not talk so much when you go down on me?”

He grinned sheepishly and you were relieved that the little heartbreak that had crossed his face had disappeared.

“Ok,” he said confidently. “If that’s what you want, I’ll try. I’ll do it.”

“I don’t want you to feel bad.”

“I don’t.”

“Are you sure?”

It was his turn to kiss you. He pressed his lips firmly against yours and couldn’t stop himself humming as if to emphasise his point.

“I don’t feel bad. I want you to feel good and if that means I have to try to not talk, then I’ll do it. Promise.”

Jungkook nodded and kissed your hand before scooting back down the bed between your legs. He pushed your legs apart and looked at you hungrily. He opened his mouth and then caught your eye; a tiny blush crept up his neck as he giggled softly.

“Get ready for the most silent pussy eating of your life,” he said, miming zipping his mouth shut and locking it.

You lay back with a soft laugh as his lips found yours; you weren’t sure he’d manage silent... And you were right. He licked deep into your centre and moaned, having lasted all of one second without noise, and the vibrations shuddered through you. Bringing his tongue up to flick across your clit, sealing his lips around you, you bucked underneath him, whimpering as he slipped two fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, his fingers pressing hard against your front wall. Ripples of pleasure creased the surface of your arousal, sending waves through your entire body, from the tips of your toes to the hair on your head. You moaned loudly and Jungkook moaned back at you, not moving his mouth from your wet lips; as you keened under the vibrations, he did it again, a low, guttural groan followed by an open-mouthed whine as he rubbed the flat plane of his tongue against your clit.

“Oh god, don’t stop.”

He hummed as he sucked, and you whimpered as he removed his fingers from inside you. He moved his mouth down to lick a broad stripe along your cunt, nudging your clit with his nose. He hooked his arms under your thighs to bury his face deeper into you, smothering himself with your arousal. He groaned loudly and you shivered as the vibrations of his voice hit you. You realised, dimly, as if from far away, your orgasm tantalisingly close, that Jungkook was being no less quiet, not speaking words anymore but humming and moaning and sighing against your cunt with great enthusiasm. Like a human vibrator, he kept buzzing against you, sending gentle little shockwaves through your tight bundle of nerves.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, muscles tingling as he coaxed you to your climax. “Yes, fuck.” He hummed hard in response, sucking without mercy, and the spring within you sprang free. You felt yourself gush into his face, your walls clenching his fingers hard, coming quickly with a shudder and a whine. Jungkook kept his mouth against you, his fingers rocking you through your orgasm, until you pulled his hair, forcing him to break his contact.

He looked up at you, giddy, pupils blown, his entire lower face wet and sticky.

“Was that better?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your thigh and then another and another, slowly working his way up your body.

“Yes,” you whispered, still getting your breath back. When his lips reached your mouth, you grabbed his face and kissed him back, hard. “Yes, god, that was perfect, thank you.” He chuckled as he pulled away but when you saw his face, he was serious.

“If it was that much of a problem, why didn’t you tell me before?”

You shrugged.

“I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“I don’t do it just for me, y’know. And I wouldn’t have enjoyed it so much if I had known you weren’t enjoyin-”

“I was! I was enjoying it! It’s not that it was bad ever, at all, I swear. I promise you, if it had been not good at any point, I would have told you. And a better woman than I, with more patience, might never have needed to bring it up-”

“Well I’m glad you did.-”

“Christ, so am I.” You sat forward and kissed him, pushing him back into the bed and settling on top of him as you bit down on his bottom lip. “It was,” you said, pressing a kiss to his neck, “so good that,” a kiss to his clavicle, “I think my JK needs a reward.”

You rolled your hips, sliding over his stiff dick, coating the shaft with your slick juices. He groaned and then caught your eye.

“As much noise as I like, right?” he asked with a grin.

“Go hog wild, babe.”

This is when you liked talkative Jungkook. This was the Jungkook who had given you the biggest surprise; such a polite, upright gentleman on your dates and then you got him into your bed and he unravelled beneath you, so loud he woke your roommate from a dead sleep, so insistent on communicating his pleasure that she actually congratulated you the next day. You had never been with anyone who talked so much during sex, a constant stream of praise falling from his lips, even when you cut him off with a kiss, even when his mouth was engaged elsewhere. He wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. He once heroically lasted a full 15 seconds in silence, desperately trying to win a bet, but not even his competitiveness could hold him back. Over time, you found that you were noisier than ever, too, encouraged by the way he responded every time you made a sound; the first time you whispered something filthy in his ear as he fucked you hard, he came with a start, shocking even himself. And the rest was history; quiet sex an absolute impossibility.

You moved your hips again, grinding against his hot cock and he whined, biting down on his bottom lip as he stared with focus where your bodies touched.

“Baby, let me fuck you. Please.”

You grinned as you continued, not letting him hold you up, not letting him direct your hips with his hands as he so wanted to.

“y/n... You said I get a reward. Please let me fuck you.” He sounded needy, keen, all too eager.

“Don’t you like this?” you asked innocently. “Don’t you like feeling how wet you make me?” You moaned, grinding down harder against him, and he whipered.

“I like it, I like it,” he answered in a rush, whining and tipping his head back. “But I want to be inside you. Please.”

You hummed, considering his request, and ran your hands through his hair. He looked at you, eyes wide and wild as you lowered your lips to his throat. He huffed as you kissed him near his shoulder and mewled as you licked his neck from clavicle to jaw, taking his earlobe into your mouth and gently nipping.

“y/n... Please. Please. I’ve been good. I just want to fuck you, please.”

His hands roamed your body, a thumb ghosting over your tight nipple, the other hand squeezing the soft flesh of your glutes. You hummed against his neck and sat back.

“You’re right.” You cupped his cheek in your hand and just barely pressed a kiss against his mouth. He whined, trying to chase your lips but you pushed him back with a palm firmly against his chest. “You have been good. Exceptionally good.” You rose from his lap and pressed a hand to his mouth as he opened it to protest. “How do you want to fuck me, JK?” You turned around and bent down on your hands and knees, wiggling your bum in the air in front of him. “Like this?” You lay down next to him on your back, hair splayed across the pillow, drawing your legs up against your chest, drawing a moan from him. “Or this?” You sat up and pushed your back against the headboard, lifting yourself up in a squat. “How about this? Want to lift me up and push me against this headboard while you rail me?”

A whispered groan murmured from Jungkook’s lips as he got to his knees and turned to face you.

“No,” you said firmly and pushed him back down where he was. His face opened up, his bright eyes questioning, his mouth hanging open. “No,” you said again, gentler. “You’re going to sit there and let me fuck myself on your cock, how about that?”

He nodded, an enormous grin splitting his face in half.

“Fuck. Yes, please.”

You straddled him once more and took him in your hand, guiding him into your waiting entrance. As you sank down, slowly, his eyes rolled back, his teeth clenched together, his fingers dug deeply into your soft skin, and a growled expletive rumbled out. Full to the hilt, you stopped and leaned close to him to whisper in his ear.

“Are you still going to be a good boy?” you asked. He couldn’t answer quickly enough, a string of yeses tumbling from his mouth, interspersed with more and more impatient pleas. “Then you can only cum when I tell you to, ok?”

A shuddering groan fell from Jungkook’s mouth as you began to slowly lift off his shaft and then slowly sink down again. You moved, torturously slowly, up and down, your thighs burning, Jungkook whimpering beneath you, desperate to grab you, to move you faster, to buck up into you and not allowed to do any of it.

“Does it feel good, Kookie?” you purred.

His affirmative reply was choked, the noise strangled; he couldn’t even look at you, staring instead at the ceiling, willing himself not to cum quickly, but teetering on the edge as your breath hit his neck and you licked up the drop of sweat running down it.

“Hm? I didn’t hear that. Are you not enjoying it?” You pouted at him and stopped moving altogether. A noise somewhere between a whine and a groan bubbled in Jungkook’s throat.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. “But-”

“But?”

He looked at you carefully, his eyes slightly glazed, his breathing heavy, little hairs stuck to his forehead.

“But I need more. Please, baby.” His hands rubbed your waist, one cupping your breast as he lowered his lips to your nipple, kissing then sucking then licking at the hard bud.

“More?”

He hummed, moving his mouth to your other breast, trying to earn his reward.

“Like this?” You asked, lifting and lowering yourself quicker this time, rolling your hips so the head of his cock hit your g-spot just right every time.

Jungkook groaned and dropped your nipple from his mouth.

“Yes, yes!”

You grinned as you grabbed his jaw and made him look at you, his eyes barely seeing you, black and blown out as they were. You angled your hips further, the barest hint of friction now grazing at your clit with every pass, eliciting moans from your own mouth now as well as Jungkook’s.

“Baby,” he whined. “Don’t stop.”

You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging until his head dropped back and his mouth hung slack. You moved faster, the tight string taut within you, and then he put his hand against you, his fingers toying with your clit and you gasped. Your legs clenched, your rhythm faltering, you cried his name, coming again with a shudder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”. Quiet, whispered curses as he kneaded your flesh, not gently, trying not to cum with you, trying desperately to hold out as your walls spasmed against him, squeezing and clenching, dragging out a long, deep moan, his voice breaking into a whine as you collapsed against him, chest heaving. He breathed a sigh of relief at the brief reprieve, rubbing your back as you came around and gained the feeling back in your legs. “Was that good? Hmm?” He nipped at your earlobe and your neck, his lips hot on your hotter skin, burning as you sat in his lap, unable to move while your heartrate recovered.

“Yes, yes that was good,” you breathed in response. “Does my boy want to cum now?”

“God yes please.” Jungkook was unable to stop his hips bucking just slightly and you grinned devilishly against his shoulder.

“Well, you can’t,” you told him, matter-of-factly. He opened his mouth to protest but you stole the air from his lungs as you clenched hard around him, so that all that came out was an aborted whine. You felt him twitch inside you and kissed his shoulder before gently blowing out over his neck, raising the hairs and sending a sprinkle of goosebumps all over. You kept your hips still as Jungkook’s very breath became whiny, shaking tremulously as you sucked at that special spot on his neck, your fingers just barely grazing the skin below his ear, trailing lightly down his neck on the other side before tracing the shell of his ear.

“Baby, please... I nee-... I need to cum.” His voice was high with desperation and you could feel his heart hammering in his chest, see his hands shaking as he pushed his hair off his forehead. “Please, please.”

You hummed against his neck and he shuddered, a ripple spreading over his whole body, then you began to move your hips again. He gasped, keened, and grabbed you tight, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep it together.

“Yeah, yeah... Oh... Bab-..ugh... fuck...” His every exhale accompanied by the high tones of his pleasure, you rode him hard, until he could no longer speak, no longer move his mouth to form words, just endless whimpering as he clawed at your hips, waiting for your permission. You put your lips right next to his ear and whispered low.

“Ok, sweetie, you can cum now.”

“Fuck, fuck, ah... y/n, y/n, baby, yes.” He pressed his mouth against your shoulder and bit down, bucking his hips into you, growling against you, milking his orgasm hard.

Emptied, he lay back, his breathing juddery and stuttering, finally quiet.

In The Night | jjk

pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, yandere, thriller

warnings: stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot

— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.

Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.

So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.

Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.

Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.

Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

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happy birthday loser; jjk x reader; 18+

summary: after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration. idiots to lovers pwp oneshot. literally zero plot

warnings: explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap

a/n: happy birthday jungkook! this is my first oneshot in 4+ years so be gentle w me please, usually i prefer to write series but i wanted to challenge myself and ofc write something special for everybody's favourite maknae's birthday. enjoy!

word count: 8k

On Thursdays you cook burgers for dinner.

But today isn’t just a regular Thursday.

It’s your roommates birthday, his twenty-fifth to be exact, so when you ventured to the grocery store last night you were sure to pick up the ingredients for his favourite meal in preparation for tonight. Samgyeopsal.

Pork belly is his favourite meat, you’ve been subjected to many a conversation about how tasty he finds it, how it’s the right balance of protein and fat, how it goes with anything, how he likes to wrap the succulent meat in lettuce leaves before submerging it into sauce and shoving it into his mouth.

It’s his favourite food without a shadow of a doubt. And so you’ve taken it upon yourself to cook it for him on his birthday. He is your favourite person after all, without a shadow of a doubt.

Jungkook moved in with you three years ago, at a very dark time in your life when you were wallowing in your post-breakup blues. You initially met the triple threat of tall, dark and handsome Jungkook at an open mic night when he struck up a conversation with you at the local bar.

As if being gorgeous isn’t enough, he’s a very talented singer and guitarist too, he and his grungy rock band like to play at bars and clubs on weekends. When he’s not busy at his nine to five as a software engineer, where he’s due to be leaving any minute now.

The more you got to know him you quickly realised he’s somewhat of a loser. Not a loser in the sense of having no friends and nothing significantly interesting about him – not in the slightest. Jungkook is a loser in the sense that he’s extremely introverted, painfully so, and lacks social skills.

He prefers to stay home after a gig, he doesn’t care for parties or girls or even much alcohol. He loves the quiet life, spending most evenings glued to his laptop to play videogames or sat beside you on the sofa binging something on Netflix. When he's not running his expert fingers over the nooks and crannies of his guitar.

Truthfully you’ve been kind of infatuated with him for a while now, he’s just so endearing and rib-shatteringly hilarious without even trying. It’s hard not to fall for him. His smile is earth-shatteringly perfect, his touch more so. You are but a woman after all, and a woman has needs and desires just like everybody else.

Jungkook being what you both need and desire daily.

At the time you met him a relationship was the last thing on your mind. Him moving into your spare bedroom was just a way to make up the rent and bill money your ex-boyfriend used to pay. But now you’re three years single save for the very occasional one night stand and Jungkook has never looked more appealing.

Maybe it’s the way he helps you reach snacks on the highest shelf when your tiptoes fail you. Perhaps it has a little something to do with the sweet melodies that flow from his pierced lips, flooding the apartment whenever he showers. It could be the fact he likes to ‘air-dry’ and parades around the place wearing nothing but a damp towel after said showers. Or it might have something to do with the way the supple skin beneath his big brown doe-eyes crinkles when he smiles.

But maybe, maybe, it’s because he’s everything you never realised you were looking for – until it quite literally showed up on your doorstep and moved in.

Okay so maybe you’re down bad for your roommate, but who in their right mind wouldn’t be? If you had to pick one word to describe Jungkook it would be… Perfect, handsome, funny, sweet, sentimental, ripped, gorgeous, talented. Any of those work just fine, it would be an insult to simply pick just one.

One of the many perks about living with Jungkook is that you’re both organised messy people, sure there’s some clutter here and there throughout the apartment but you both know damn sure what junk is where. Your personalities match, you don’t make the rules, they just do. All your friends say it, as do his friends. You'd be a show-stopping couple for sure.

It’s just that well… The man is somewhat emotionally constipated, can’t smell what’s right under his nose no matter how many hints you’ve given. Like a nose-blind lion on the prowl, there's a willing zebra right here, but he hasn't seemed to notice.

Wearing low-cut shirts at dinner, skirts that are a little too short, always making sure your makeup is clean and dewy looking even when wearing sweats. The innocent flirting that’s nowhere near innocent on your end. You shower him with compliments on the daily, being sure you don't appear too indifferent or nonchalant about it. You mean every compliment you've ever given him.

You like him, but you didn’t realise how frustrating that would prove to be giving his obliviousness.

But that all ends tonight.

You’re wearing a simple black slip dress, the smooth fabric ending just below the curve of your ass and the straps are so dainty that he’s bound to notice your exposed cleavage. Maybe even the lace trim of your sheer bra too, complete with a matching thong of course.

It’s not uncommon for you to get dressed up randomly, even before Jungkook moved in, you’ve always liked making an effort and looking pretty. It makes you feel good, confident even. You even went as far as to shave today, ensuring you're extra smooth, yknow just in case.

It's been a whole eleven months since you invited a guy back here, and the outcome was less than satisfying. Much like all your sexual endeavours, he got his and all you got was the ick. You haven’t seen the guy since.

It’s been a hot minute since Jungkook invited a girl back here too, maybe even over a year now. The way your roommate likes to saunter around half-dressed with long, messy brunette hair and a wicked smile has always affected you, made your mouth dry and your panties damp. Truthfully you don’t understand how a guy like that is single, well maybe it's because he doesn’t appear to have a radar for women, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

Black helium balloons fill your lounge, the big ‘25’ being the most obvious. You’ve spent the day mentally preparing for this, you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does for you and celebrate his birthday properly. From him always prepping extra breakfast in the mornings just to make sure you’ve eaten, to his inked fingertips giving you back massages when you’ve hit the gym a little too hard. He’s usually the one to cook dinner most nights, so tonight you want to return the favour with a smile.

You’re just about to start prepping dinner when the unmistakable sound of his key in the door sends a rush of excitement through you. He’s home.

“Hey loser.” Jungkook’s voice is casual when he slips into the apartment, you’re too busy reapplying lip gloss to get a good look at him just yet.

“Good evening.” You chuckle, clamping the handheld mirror shut and sliding it into a kitchen draw.

You don’t know when it started, nor who started it. But the two of you like to use the term loser as a term of… almost endearment. It’s an inside joke between you both, friends and family members often gasp at the nickname you have for each other but for you? The word loser started to make your heart flutter and squeeze a long time ago. Finally you peer to the doorway and acknowledge him with a kind smile, one he’s reciprocating already.

“Happy birthday loser.”

As always he looks good enough to eat. His chiselled yet soft features, tanned skin, the little beauty mark nestled just beneath those very inviting lips of his. The muscles that threaten to tear through the fabric of his clothes. The tattoos that peak out from his sleeve cuffs. The piercings, his long dark hair that parts in the middle and frames those very handsome, genetic lottery winning features of his. You fight a teenage-like sigh, just looking at him is enough to make your heart race.

“What’s all this..?” His eyes scan the room as he shimmies out of his blazer, leaving him in a black shirt tucked into slacks of the same colour. His favourite colour is black, almost everything he owns is black, hence the fitting colour of the birthday decorations. “Are you making pork?” His angled chin tips in your direction, lazy footsteps bringing him closer.

“Mhm.” You nod, suppressing a grin, “You like pork belly, right? I thought it was your favourite.”

He’s nodding along to the sound of your voice, still smiling, “No I do, it is. It’s just we usually have burgers on a Thursday.”

“Ahh, but today isn’t just Thursday,” You remind him with a mischievous wink, “It’s your birthday, Thursday the 1st of September.”

“Congratulations you know how to read my drivers license.” Jungkook snorts when he props himself onto the kitchen countertop, next to your little workstation, “You look nice.”

“Thank you.”

“You didn’t have to do all this yknow.”

“I wanted to.” You hum, turning on the stove.

“But what if I already have plans to celebrate my birthday?” His pierced brow quirks, the silver barbel glimmering beneath the harsh kitchen lighting.

You tut, fighting the urge to roll your eyes when you glare at him and see his nose is already scrunched playfully, “Do you have plans?”

“Looks like I do now!” He claps, taking a beat before cocking his head to one side, his features softening upon watching you cook, “Thank you Y/N.”

Looking him dead in the eye you offer a genuine smile, “Anytime.”

“Would you be offended if I showered before we ate? The AC at work broke and this shirt feels sticky.” He sighs, cracking his neck.

“Why would I be offended?” A light puff of air rips from your nostrils when he fails to respond, his features blanketed with uncertainty and confusion. He really is emotionally constipated.

“No, I wouldn’t be offended loser. Go shower.” You’re giggling, shaking your head in disbelief, “It’ll be ready by the time you’re finished.”

“You’re the best!” He hops off the counter, making sure to spank your ass before skipping into the bathroom. “Happy birthday to me indeed.” He chuckles, winking in your direction before he closes the door behind him.

It’s always like this, the playful flirts and touches, but you crave something more. You want him to shove his tongue so far down your throat he could eat you out at the same time. You want to feel his tattooed hands to explore every square inch of your body while he fucks you into oblivion. The thought alone is enough to frustrate you.

Maybe you should just hop on top of him one night in front of the TV. Sometimes you do sit on his thighs, his ridiculously strong thighs, if there’s a lack of seating. You sigh dramatically, mentally debating whether the large sofa would fit through the window. If there’s nowhere to sit you’d have to sit on him. Problem solved. All you have to do is throw the fucking sofa out the window and pray he takes the hint. Easy enough.

The sizzling meat in the pan is interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, revealing a cloud of steam and a shirtless Jungkook, tattoos and muscles displayed in all their glory. He’s wearing nothing but Calvin Klein boxer shorts, grey ones, that leave fuck all to the imagination.

“Forgot my towel.” He chuckles awkwardly, briefly heading into his bedroom to retrieve said towel. That damn white towel. What would he do if there were no towel? Walk around bare-ass with his dick on show? Maybe you could throw the towel out the window instead, it would be much easier than the sofa.

“You okay?” Jungkook’s presence startles you, he’s right next to you with furrowed brows and his stupidly muscular arms crossed over his chest, towel draped on his shoulder. “You zoned out again, thinking about anything good?” He’s laughing, wetting his lips between smiles.

Your gaze flickers to the bumps of his toned abdomen before settling on his face, he’s smiling brightly at you, seemingly unaware of the carnal desire you have to pin him to the kitchen floor and mount him right now.

“I’m fine, go get your shower.” You act indifferent, prompting a quiet, unconvinced ‘oookay’ from your roommate before he’s gone again.

You’re genuinely entertaining the idea of throwing out, no wait burning that sofa now, Jungkook’s thighs have always been way comfier anyway.

Interestingly enough the timing of his shower is perfect, you’re plating up dinner on the coffee table when he’s finished. Making sure to grab a bottle of soju from the cupboard, he’s not much of a drinker but you figure it is his birthday after all. Dragging two plump cushions from the sofa you’ve suddenly grown a strong hatred toward, you sit on one, leaving the other free for the birthday boy himself.

“Oh my god this smells great,” Jungkook comically inhales until his chest, his bare chest, is full of air. “Have you watched those 365 days movies? Someone at work recommended them to me earlier.” He says nonchalantly while sitting next to you, only wearing that damn white towel over his hips. The scent of his coconut bodywash clings to his beefy frame and floods your senses.

“The sex movies?” You laugh, handing him chopsticks all while trying to keep your gaze on his face. Somewhat a difficult challenge considering he's half naked. Again. “I’ve heard they’re really graphic with basically no plot, just steamy sex scenes, bad accents and a hot guy with tattoos.”

“Ah, you do like a man with tattoos.” He sniffs, fingertips lingering on yours while he grips the utensils, “Well since it’s my birthday I say we watch them. Seokjin at work said they're pretty good.”

“Okay,” You shrug, “But since when do you know about what kind of man I like?”

At this Jungkook grins, finding the remote and switching on Netflix, “You’ve only ever brought two guys back here since I moved in, both had tattoos. It’s a reasonable assumption to make.”

“Valid.” You’re nodding, beginning to tuck into the food, “I guess I do like men with tattoos, yeah.”

“Yeah?” He asks, gently elbowing your side. When you glance at him he’s smiling, wiggling his thick eyebrows animatedly while gesturing to his dark sleeve tattoo. “I’m a man with tattoos.”

“That you are.” You wink, praying to every higher power that one of these days he's going to acknowledge you're a woman. A woman with a vagina. A vagina that needs stuffing immediately.

“Shit Y/N this is amazing,” Jungkook’s frowning while he chews, a crystal clear sign that he’s enjoying the food you’ve made, “You should cook this more often, so much better than burgers. Fuck,” He moans, dark lashes dusting his face when he squeezes his eyes shut, “So good. So fucking good. Best birthday meal ever.”

This is how most of your nights together are spent, sat witching TV on the floor while eating dinner and enjoying each other’s company. You’re coming to the end of your meal when the first sex scene in the movie starts playing, well, okay not really. The characters aren’t having sex but she’s tied up to the bed watching someone else suck off the sexy guy with tattoos. Your brows are hiked up your forehead, eyes wide, this is not where you thought the plot was going.

“Would you ever do anything like that?” Your roommate asks with his last mouthful of food, watching the TV while running a hand through his damp long hair, “Maybe not the kidnapping part but would you ever wanna watch someone have sex?”

“Nah,” You shake your head, “Not for me. What about you?”

“For sure.” He affirms with a nod, still staring at the screen, “But I’d rather be watched than be the one watching. Especially if I was into the girl, I’m way too jealous for shit like that.”

Ignoring the way his response sends a shiver down your spine you swallow your food, “Aren’t you a little socially awkward to put yourself in that kind of situation? No offence.”

“None taken, I am an awkward guy,” He snorts, “But I don’t know, the idea of someone seeing me absolutely destroy someone kinda gets me going… I like the idea of being watched. Don’t you have anything like that?”

You gulp, “Like what?”

“Any kinks or fantasies.”

“I guess so… Doesn’t everybody?”

At this Jungkook takes it upon himself to pause the movie, giving you his full, undivided attention, “Tell me some.”

“Jungkook…” Your sigh shifts into an awkward giggle, truthfully he is your fantasy. And that towel doesn’t leave much to your imagination, if anything at all. But it doesn’t take you long to crumble, “Okay fine, what do you wanna know?”

“Where would you most like to have sex?” He’s smirking, hooded eyes boring into the depths of your soul, “Anywhere in the world, go.”

“Hmm… I don’t know actually, I’ve never thought about it. What about you?”

“My bed.”

You deadpan, a single brow quirked, “Your bed?”

“It’s comfy, it smells nice, and I can go to sleep after without worrying about getting home since I’m already here. Of course my bed is the number one choice.” He’s looking at you as though you’re stupid, as though his answer is obvious when he scoffs.

“Okay… that’s fair enough.”

Jungkook’s watching you closely, and you swear you see his vision drop to your chest for a millisecond before settling back on your eyes, “What would your ideal guy do to you in bed?”

Sucking in a breath of air you’re already nodding, “Easy. The ideal guy isn’t selfish and knows how to make me come, maybe even squirt. No guys ever made me do either. Your turn.”

“None of the guys you’ve slept with have made you come? What the fuck! Um-, okay…” He licks his teeth before making noises akin to car turning lights, emphasising his thoughts, “The ideal woman is bossy, not dominant but knows what she wants and tells me how to do it. I like vocal women, women who aren’t scared of their own voice. Plus the ideal can actually ride me, the amount of women that give up after four bounces is kinda disappointing.”

Suddenly your mouth feels very dry, prompting you to swallow nothing. Thankfully you’ve never heard Jungkook having sex, there’s been a couple of times you’ve heard heavy breathing and little whimpers from his bedroom but it’s always when he’s alone in there. Guys masturbate, it would be unreasonable to expect him not to do it when you’re home. Plus you’ve definitely gotten yourself off while he’s slept in the next room, you have zero room to talk.

“Really? Four bounces?” Your voice betrays you slightly, wavering with curiosity.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind doing all the work, it’s just annoying when they talk a big game and put in minimal effort. Just be upfront about wanting me to be in charge, you know? I like being in charge it’s no big deal.”

You’re shaking your head, frowning with an uncertain smile, “Then what are you complaining about?”

At this the birthday boy sighs exasperatedly, as though you’re missing the point, “It’s just annoying isn’t it? When you think somethings gonna go a certain way and then it doesn’t…”

“Tell me about it.” You snort, pouring two shots of peach soju.

“Okay,” Jungkook takes the shot of soju, snapping his fingers excitedly, seemingly unphased by the bitter taste of alcohol, “Who do you wanna sleep with more than anyone in the world? Who’s your number one?”

Slinging back the soju, you bite the bullet with an devilish smirk.

“Hmmm… You.”

Stone cold regret washes over you when he looks through you, the same way he looks at people he’s not comfortable with yet. The exact same expression he gives strangers when he doesn’t understand why he’s been roped into their conversations. His pierced lips purse, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing from a thick swallow. Eyes animatedly round, shocked and astonished.

“Uhh…” He wets his lips before his eyes narrow, brows pinching, “I’m being serious Y/N…”

You nod, “Me too but never mind.” You sigh dramatically, pouring more shots.

“Stop fucking around with me!” He playfully pushes your shoulder, earning embarrassed laughter to bubble in the depths of your throat, “You can’t just say that to me out of nowhere!”

“Out of nowhere?” You repeat, frustrated, “Jungkook I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tried hitting on you and it just seems to go straight over your head.” You whine, lips forming a cute pout that he can’t stop staring at, “Anyway… Like I said, never mind. Forget I said anything. Who’s your number one?”

But Jungkook is too stunned to speak. He’s looking down at you as though you’ve just told him you want to marry him and have his babies. Surprised doesn’t cut it, nor does confused. It’s a deadly cocktail of the two mixed with a little nervousness tugging his usually sharp features up and wide.

“I-, what?” He blinks away his daydream, “Are you being serious? You actually wanna fuck me? I can’t tell. You know I’m bad with stuff like this. Spell it out for me loser.”

At this you shake your head, feeling deflated, “It doesn’t matter, honestly just forget I said anything, you don’t find me attractive so it’s not like it’s ever gonna—”

“Now you’re putting words in my mouth.”

An agitated exhale leaves you, your roommate still staring at you expectantly with a single brow quirked, “You don’t have to say it out loud Kook, it’s obvious.”

“Wow, you really don’t know me at all, do you?” His white teeth are bared in a dazzling panty-dropping grin, “Why do you think I’m sitting here in a towel Y/N? Just out of curiosity.”

“Cause you like to ‘air-dry’.” You mimic air quotes with a mocking tone, slugging back another shot of soju. He does the same.

Jungkook’s voice drops into something akin to seductive, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a huge smile, “Actually, I thought that maybe if I walk round the place half naked all the time you’d take the hint eventually. You think when I moved in friendship was the only thing on my mind?” He’s laughing now, shaking his head in disbelief, baffled, tongue darting over his lips to wet them. “You think when I came up to you at the bar all I wanted was to be your friend?”

“W-what are you saying? That you are attracted to me?” Your heart races away in your chest, a lick of heat wetting your spine when your roommate tilts his head to one side, smirking.

“Ask me who my number one is.”

“Okay… I’ll humour you. Who’s your number one?” You’re blushing, unable to wipe the smile from your features when he sucks in a harsh breath of air, watching you closely.

His inked hand finds the nape of your neck, tugging your face closer, close enough that your noses bang together and you both giggle. “You are, loser.”

The next thing you know he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back.

Where most make out sessions begin soft and slow, gentle and uncertain while both parties attempt to figure out what the other likes – that’s far from what’s happening here. It’s heated, it’s messy and fuelled by years of pent up frustration and longing. His grip moves to your jaw where he pries it open, slipping his tongue into your mouth at that exact moment.

“Oh… Jungkook…” You mewl, smiling triumphantly against his mouth.

Fucking finally.

“You have,” He pulls back, lips kiss-swollen and stained with lip gloss, “No idea,” His hands sneakily find your hips, guiding your body until you’re straddling his towel-clad thighs, “How long,” He’s smirking, palming the fat of your ass when his lips find your in a hurry, “I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

“Well why didn’t you say anything then?!” You frown, sighing in bliss when your dress is being pushed up, pooling your abdomen that’s full of pork belly and butterflies. Giving enough leeway for Jungkook’s fingertips to slip into the waistband of your underwear.

He chuckles into the kiss, averting his mouth to pepper your jawline with lots more dainty little kisses, whispering, “The same reason you didn’t, I didn’t know you were into me like that.”

“Except I tried, multiple times…” You hum, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Palms explore Jungkook’s muscular back, every lump, bump, every inch of tanned bare flesh that you’ve seen simultaneously way too many times and not enough at all. “All the slutty outfits… The compliments, I’ve been pretty vocal about finding you attractive actually.” You’re grinning, fingertips toying with the long brunette hairs at the nape of his neck.

At this Jungkook sighs, lulling his head back to get a better look at your face. His eyes are blown dark with lust, his gaze hooded and intense. But it’s the breath-taking smile he wears that sends a rush of heat straight between your legs.

“I do like a woman who’s vocal about what she wants.” He winks, crushing his lips to yours once more, “So tell me what you want loser.”

“Want you.” You pout, elbows resting atop his broad shoulders when you brush the hair away from his face, physically incapable from breaking the string of messy kisses. He tastes like peaches and sin. “Want you to make me come.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, ridding your body of the skimpy little dress that didn’t leave much to his imagination. “Wish you told me all this sooner, could’ve been blowing your back out daily by now.”

“Not my fault you can’t take a hint.” You snort, blood rushing to your cheeks when you see his hungry stare fixed to your almost bare body atop of his thighs.

He rolls his eyes, “You’re one to talk. Why do you think I put your snacks on the top shelf?”

“So you can help me reach them…?” You scoff, biting down on your lip, “So you look like a strong alpha man helping his poor defenceless vertically challenged roommate?”

“Nah,” He admits with throaty laughter, large palms exploring your curves and reaching round your back, until they’re unclasping your bra in one swift movement, “Like seeing your ass peek out the tiny little dresses you wear when you get on your tiptoes.”

Your mouth falls open in genuine shock, brows raised expectantly, “Jeon Jungkook!” You gasp, gripping his chin and angling it towards your lips, “Who knew you were such a fucking pervert?”

The man’s in a total daze, lost in your eyes with a bright smile, “You think that's perverted? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Maybe this is a bad idea. Having wild, carnal, fringing-on-illegal sweaty hot passionate sex with your roommate. Maybe. But when your bare back hits his soft mattress with a ‘ooomf’ and he rids himself of that damn towel, you struggle to see past this moment right here, right now. Jungkook is naked, and it’s a glorious sight.

You’re grinning when he crawls up the bed, but to your surprise, no, rather to your excitement, he stops when his profile is faced with your underwear. Hooking his fingertips beneath your thong he smirks, gaze briefly meeting yours until he’s dragging your underwear beneath your ass and down your legs.

Being naked in front of Jungkook is something you’ve often thought about, it was the motivation behind your tactical shave earlier today, secretly praying this would happen. But now that you’re here, in his monochrome bedroom that smells of vanilla, on full display for the man you’ve been crushing on for so long. It all gets a little overwhelming.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles, thick brows pinched when you sheepishly shut your legs and stop him from seeing the whole show.

“I-, uh…” You swallow, clearing your throat, “It’s been a while…”

“And?”

“And I’m nervous.” You giggle, throwing your head back into his pillows.

At this he makes his way up to your face, knocking your legs apart with his knees to settle his weight between them. His strong arms hold his body in place, planted either side of your face. The way he’s peering down at you should be illegal, so smug yet there’s a glimmer of concern behind his sparkly eyes. It’s when he releases a breath of air against your face that his features soften into a faint smile, awestricken.

“I think you’re gorgeous Y/N, you don’t need to be nervous.”

“I haven’t had sex in almost a year…” You whisper, avoiding his gaze.

“And?” He repeats, chuckling mostly to himself, “Neither have I. And it didn’t stop you from using that noisy ass vibrator of yours the other night, did it?” Your eyes snap to his in a panic, he’s fully laughing now, the sound equal parts mischievous and salacious. “Walls are very thin…” He sniffs, tilting his chin to the wall his headboard rests on, backing onto your bedroom.

It’s after you sigh, beyond mortified that he heard such obscenities, that he sinks his lips to a sweet spot on your neck, sucking the flesh harsh enough to leave sensual bruises, “Let me make you feel good baby, I promise I’ll make you feel good… Don’t be nervous.” He murmurs, and you’re left breathless.

The pet name sends a rush of something strange over your body, you’re not used to him calling you anything other than loser. Maybe your name, but definitely not baby. You like it. While he’s working on making a total mess of your neck the familiar heat and lust comes back, stronger, deeper, and more determined.

“Jungkook… Please… W-want you to make me feel good.” You whisper, already in a daze.

It’s then that you feel him smirk against your skin, planting one final coy kiss to your lips before making his way down your body with one continuous lick that has your body aflame. His tongue never leaves you, travelling to your collarbones, your breasts. The flat wet muscle glides over your nipple and you gasp, brows furrowed in concentration.

“You’re so sensitive…” He hums, lapping up your nipple, taking it between his teeth and playfully sucking. Tiny whimpers and moans peep from your lips, along with the occasional gasp that has your roommate losing his goddamn mind. His tongue soon finds the other nipple, winning himself more of the same noises that are making his cock throb with anticipation already.

“So nobody’s ever made you come, huh?” He mumbles, “But you’re so fucking sensitive baby… Aren’t you?”

“Mhm…” You bite your lip, hands greedily smoothing over his bare shoulders. You want to feel his body, his entire body. You want it on top of you, next to you, underneath you, inside you. Perhaps it’s due to all the pent up frustration harboured toward him, but there’s a dull beat between your legs that you so desperately want him to listen to.

And then it hits you, Jungkook likes vocal women.

“Make me come please… Want you to make me come…” You moan, writhing around beneath him at the new found tingles all over your body. The cool air kisses your core when he spreads your thighs, sinking down the bed until he’s eye level with your bare pussy.

“Oh my god.”

His words win you to tug yourself up onto your elbows, a little curious. That’s when you find him staring at your vagina with pure astonishment. Lips ajar, brows hiked so far up his forehead that it’s wrinkled, a small surprised scoff hot against your flesh.

“What?” You frown, suddenly self-conscious, “What are you looking at?”

“What am I looking at?” He parrots, sighing with puffed out cheeks, “The prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, that’s what I’m looking at.”

“Oh.” You giggle, not knowing what to say.

You didn’t expect him to be so confident in the bedroom, so outspoken and complimentary. It’s no secret that he’s a very socially awkward man in the streets. Apparently a very different story to the personality he has between the sheets.

“You have the cutest little beauty mark…” He whispers, sinking his lips to your folds, “Right here.” He kisses you gently, and you feel like squealing. “Fuck, you’re addicting baby. Losing my mind down here.” He chuckles right before digging in.

He places a languid, drawn-out lick from your entrance to your clit, one so mind-numbingly slow that your toes curl against the sheets. He repeats this, once, twice, three, four, five times until he’s dipping his tongue between your folds with a whispered moan. It feels nice, feels good, but it's not enough.

“You plan on making me come any time soon, loser?” You playfully kick his shoulder, winning hot laughter against your centre.

It’s then that his arms hook under your thighs and he drags you closer to his waiting face, until his full lower-profile is smothered in your cunt. His chin, his multitalented lips, the soft bend of his nose, all of it. He playfully slaps your thighs and you take the hint, throwing your legs over those obnoxiously broad shoulders of his.

That’s when your guttural moan fills the air, when Jungkook starts lapping up your clit so expertly that you question whether the whole ‘shy, socially inept, cute boy’ persona he has going for him is just a façade.

He’s good at this. He’s fucking amazing at this. You’re gasping for air when he suckles on your clit, massaging the muscle with his tongue while it’s still being pulled between his lips. You groan, you hiss, you whimper. It feels indescribably fantastic, and there’s no way he’s not going to be able to get you off doing this.

“Holy shit, Jungkook.” You whine, hips pushing your core impossibly closer to his face. “Mmmph, oh—” Another long moan cuts you off, actually it’s more of a groan. A needy one at that.

His hooded stare flickers up to your face, watching your every move before him. “So sensitive.” He murmurs, sounding disbelieved.

Watching you wriggle and whimper for him only fuels his lust further. He takes it upon himself to push your legs onto your chest with one hand. Until your knees are to your breasts. You don’t complain at the new angle so he carries on, pulling away from your pussy for a second to spit on his fingers. Not that he thinks you’re going to need it, you're already drowning his sheets.

Unceremoniously he plunges two digits into you dripping walls, and you shriek.

“Jungkook, oh god, oh my god Jungkook…” You pant, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open.

It’s a second later when his mouth reattaches to your clit and you’re borderline sobbing. You feel so full, like an elastic band being stretched to it’s limits. You’re going to snap soon, you know it. There’s a heat building in your gut, one that comes in rhythmic waves that match your racing heart.

That’s when something odd swells inside your stomach, something new and exciting and overwhelming. Jungkook’s fingers aren’t fucking in and out of you like you’d expect them to be, they’re consistently inside you, curling upward and pressing against a spot that very few people, yourself included, have ever managed to discover.

“Jungkook seriously what the-, fuck!” You warn him, eyes flying open in utter disbelief.

“Mmm?” He chuckles, his response lost to the sounds of your pornographically wet pussy squelching and sloshing around his fingers.

“I’m-, oh my fucking god…” You’re whining, whimpering, shivering. “Feels so fucking good.”

At this he moans in response, sucking your clit harder, hitting that spot inside you even harder, faster. You inhale sharply, preparing yourself for the earth-shattering ecstasy that’s sure to crash down on your body any second now. But strangely enough it isn’t the hold of your clit between your roommates lips that pushes you over the edge, nor is it the thrilling curl of his finger.

You peer down at him, his brows furrowed deep with concentration, the same way they are when he eats something delicious. His face is spinning and twisting to each and every side to make sure he’s licking and sucking all your nerve endings. And that’s when his heavy eyes flicker up at your mess of a face.

Jungkook winks.

And you squirt everywhere.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!” You groan, watching the man who you’ve been simping over for years giggle against your skin as though he hasn’t just made a catastrophic mistake.

Because now you’ve experienced this side of him, there’s absolutely no way you can go back to just being roommates.

He doesn’t fold, doesn’t stop, nor does he slow. No. He carries on. Sucking, finger-fucking, licking, moaning, curling those digits and slurping at your pussy until it happens again. And again. And again.

And again.

“P-please…” Your body jumps and jolts on the mattress, convulsing from oversensitivity, your back damp with sweat and heart beating so fast you fear it’s going to implode any second now. “I-, I can’t take another one…” You pant, hands flying to the hairs at his scalp where you try and pry him aware from your core.

He hums in agreement, nodding along with your words all while wearing a big, dumb grin. “Okay.”

You’re fucked. Head spinning, reeling, brain unresponsive. Limbs already aching, you’ve never come this many times in one sitting to date. Not even with that ‘noisy-ass’ vibrator of yours. The distant sound of laughter forces you to come back to reality, finding Jungkook laid next to you with shiny lips and a wicked smirk. His head resting on the bend of his elbow, his pierced brow quirked curiously.

“I’ll give you a minute...” He’s laughing, tongue toying with his silver lip ring. A moment later he shifts on the bed, until he’s laid on his back and his entwined hands are tucked behind his head. A content smile broadens his features, a smug one, one that gives you a devilish idea.

Adrenaline and the need to have his cock inside you courses your veins, along with a hint of arrogance. That’s what leads you to sitting up, mouth falling open when you catch sight of Jungkook’s huge cock, rock hard and waiting. Oh you’re about to give him the best birthday present in the world. He wants a woman that can ride him? Who can last longer than four bounces?

Challenge accepted.

Carefully, you throw your leg over his waist until you’re hovering over his muscular body. He really is huge, by every ridiculous definition of the word. Lazily, he opens his eyes before they grow wide with surprise at your current position.

“Oh?” He chuckles, hungrily exploring your naked body with his stare, as though he hasn’t been ogling it for the past however long you’ve been in here. “I’ll warn you now, if you’re any good at this I’m gonna have to take you on a date.”

“We’re going out on a date regardless.” You snort, gripping the base of his shaft, shit, he’s big, “Since you’re the only guy around here who knows how to make me come.”

“Suits me just fine loser, I'll take you on a date. If you're lucky I'll make you squirt again at the dinner table.” He grins, wetting his lips. “Let me rephrase then, if you ride me like you mean it I’ll take you on the best date of your life this weekend.”

“Deal.” You wink, chest swelling.

You pump his cock a few times before you sink yourself down onto it with a long, shaky moan.

“Holy shit… baby…” He pants, tugging at his own hair with furrowed brows.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut but you can just about make out them rolling back into his skull behind his lashes. It’s when you’re fully settled onto his cock that you bite your lip, picking yourself up only to slam down onto him with a loud wet smack. His doe-eyes snap open at lightening speed, a drawn-out grown rumbling his strong chest.

“Fuck!” He gasps, jaw slack and eyes wide.

You grin down at him triumphantly, clearly he didn’t know you were capable of making him feel just as good as he made you feel. You repeat the motion, harder. You do it again, and again, until Jungkook’s hissing and messily gripping your hips in a hurry.

“Y/N… What the fuck?!” He stifles a moan when he bites his lip, mesmerised by the way your pussy squeezes his cock each and every time you pull yourself up and drop back onto it. “Seriously what the fuck are you made of, oh my-, fuck—”

It’s at this moment you brace yourself on his chest with splayed hands, keeping your body steady before you ride him like your existence depends on it. Like there’s no tomorrow. Like you’re the only two people on earth. There’s a hot burn in your thighs but you don’t let up, bouncing on him consistently, pace never faltering.

He’s so big that you fear you’ll split open, but you welcome the underlining sting of being this stuffed. Obscene wet noises along with the sound of the bed squeaking in sync with your movements fill the air. Beneath you Jungkook is a moaning mess, he’s chewing on his lips as though that’ll stop the profanities and groans from escaping him – but it doesn’t.

“Baby… Oh we definitely-, oh shit-,” He hisses, hands snaking round to your ass cheeks where he squeezes them like they’re his favourite stress-balls, “We should’ve done this-, way-, waaaay sooner.” He moans again, head thrown back into his pillow.

You’re slamming down on him with force, so much intent behind your bounces that the crown of his cock hits your cervix each time without fail. The sight before you will be burned into your memory forever. Jeon Jungkook, panting, whimpering, trying his absolute best to keep it together all while you ride him to heaven and hell and back again.

“You like it when I ride this fat cock of yours?” You moan, usually you’re not one for dirty talk but you simply can’t help yourself. He looks… Feral. And it’s only spurring you on even more. “You’re so big Jungkook, fuck, feels so fucking good inside me…”

“You-, you’re…” He can’t get his words out, they’re dying in the back of his throat, lost to the ‘mmmphs’ and ‘ooohhhs’ he delivers every time you drop down on him. “Do I l-like it? Fuck. Best-, mmmph, best fucking pussy... Slow down baby, please.” He whines, the sound has your lower abdomen in utter turmoil, another orgasm threatening to ripple your body.

You do as he says, he is the birthday boy after all. Besides, there’s no way in hell this is going to be the only time you’ll ride him. Your evenings together are going to look a whole lot different from now on, that's for sure.

The speed of your ministrations slows, but the depth and force does not. You’re still fucking yourself on his hard length with so much purpose that you feel his knees buckling, thick thighs twitching beneath you.

“Baby, fuck…” He rasps, “Ohhh fuck! Mmmph…” It’s like he’s mesmerised, mouth hanging open and eyes incapable of looking anywhere but you. He's completely infatuated with the way you feel atop of him.

You feel a hand snake up to the nape of your neck before you’re being pulled toward his face, his lips smashing against yours in another series of messy, desperate kisses. Gritting your teeth when the white hot heat inside your walls threatens to snap, Jungkook feels your sopping walls clench around his girth and groans into your mouth.

“Again? Ohhh...” He hisses, trying his best to sound cocky but it’s less than convincing when he too is a whimpering mess. “You’re a fucking goddess Y/N-, ohhhh.” He pants, finding your hips with tattooed hands where he holds them in place.

It’s a moment later when he plants his feet flat against the mattress, bending his knees, showcasing his strength when he keeps you in one place above him. That’s when he fucks you hard, as though he’s punishing you for something. Thrusting in and out of you so violently that you’re blubbering into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck! Right there, right fucking there!” You cry out, voice almost lost to the brutal clapping noises of you being fucked ten ways to Sunday.

Each rut of his hips has you seeing stars, he feels so fucking good inside you. So deep. His pelvis is knocking against your swollen clit, be it intentional or accidental you'll never know - but it has you spiralling into insanity.

A long, vocal moan tears from your throat when you’re hit with another orgasm. You feel boneless, as though you’ve just discovered the real definition of pleasure. You’re so wet that he’s sliding in and out of you with ease now, the pulsing of you walls throwing him over his own edge until he thrusts into you one final time.

It's deeper, he's holding your hips in place, dragging them impossibly closer to his body when he fills you with his come. Breathless and sweaty.

“Baby… Oh my… god.” He chokes out between ragged breaths, and you can’t help but giggle into his skin.

Moments later you’re rolling off him, too weak to adjust the position you land in but you do throw a leg over his thighs with a smile. Heavy breathing and quiet chuckles bring you back down to earth, forcing you to gaze over at your roommate.

Jungkook’s already looking at you like he’s madly in love, as though you’ve just offered to do this every day with him for the rest of your lives. When you wet your lips and smirk you register his cock twitching against his abdomen, he really is shameless. And by the look on his face, he isn’t even close to being through with you.

"Best. Birthday. Ever." He pants, absolutely befuddled that he's just had sex, mind-blowingly, indescribable sex with his roommate, the same roommate he's been fawning over for a long time now.

You send him a wink before pulling his face to yours, there's no fucking way you're done with him either.

“Happy birthday loser.”

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