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go ahead and cry (m) - jjk

a/n: this is purely a fic based on the song ‘daddy issues’ by the neighbourhood - probably great to listen to it first

summary: jungkook has commitment issues when it came to love and you are always ready to fall in love. you two want to be loved, and you’re ready to attach yourself but that’s what scares jungkook and he finally confronts all his fears.

genre: smut, angst | friends to lovers au | fratboy!kook x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: daddy issues lol, unprotected sex (don’t ever do that pls), cunnilingus, unhealthy coping mechanisms, squirting, overstimulation, fingering, public sex (sort of), exhibitionist kink (if you squint), praising, desperate kook, needy kook, jealousy, insecurities, crying scenes, emotional outbursts

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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."

Taunt, Tempt, Tail (Kaeya x Puppygirl!Reader)

Inspired by these HCs—

“Do you like him better? Is that it? Do you wish he was your owner instead?” Kaeya’s frown turns into a snarl. “Tartaglia is a fucking freak. He’s one of those creeps who treats his pets like toys. You think you’re special? If I handed you over to him, he’d forget about you so quickly. He’d probably just dump you in Snezhnaya with the rest of his dogs. Is that what you want? To get wrecked every night by some scary hybrids you’ve never met?”

Kaeya’s free hand moves from your breast to your collar, and when he tugs, you know he wants an answer.

No, you want to whine, hips bucking into Kaeya’s hand as his fingers move faster. Only want you. No one else. Just you.

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

TAGS: female hybrid reader, puppygirl reader, teasing, degradation, tail-pulling, grinding, dry-humping, PIV sex, finger-sucking, power dynamics

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SUPERIORITY - PJM

top employee park jimin, snagged the promotion you were after. now he finally had the power to put you in your place.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 2.9k

warnings/tags — office!au, coworkers!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, cussing (so much), reader got an attitude, power play-ish, semi-public, superiority kink, sexual tension, explicit smut, oral (m receiving), praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), penetrative sex, crying, breeding kink (a small one), creampie +more

a/n: repost with minor edits 😶

It was currently promotion season at the company you worked at. Only one role was up for grabs, and there were ten employees fighting for it.

Honestly, you weren’t too worried about losing. Most of the employees were nothing compared to you. You probably sound self-absorbed, but really, you were the only employee that was actually competent.

That was until, Mr Park Jimin, decided to run for the role.

You were both always at each other’s throats. For petty reasons, of course. It didn’t help that he was just as competent as you; always finishing his reports on time, carrying out tasks with utmost efficiency.

He was just like you.

So were you surprised when your boss decided to hand over the promotion to him?

Yes.

In fact, you were livid.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Jimin taunts you, shrugging his shoulders and turning away from you to revel in his success. You were beyond pissed, and his words were not helping you right now.

You storm into your boss’ office, silencing out the distant cheers of Jimin and his fellow co-workers congratulating him out in the hallway.

“I have been nothing but loyal to this God forsaken company. We both know you wouldn’t get shit done without me, so for you to go and promote a man with bullshit goals and an ass for a personality, says a lot.”

You were always a compliant person, but you were not a bitch. If you needed to say something, even if it was out of line, you’d say it.

Having defied your boss on so many occasions, he was used to your sudden outbursts and shrugged it off. “It’s a matter of who I think is best for the role. And I’ve decided that it’s Mr Park. I suggest you come to terms with that.”

You mentally curse and let out a huff, falling onto the seat opposite him. “Sir, you know this promotion meant everything..” you start, your voice now softer than what it was before. There was a hint of sympathy in the older man’s eyes, because really, you did do a lot for the company. You made huge renovations and carried out tons of projects to modernise the company and they were always successful.

But Park Jimin came around and outshone you,

“Whatever, is the all-employee vacation still going on?” The company vacation to Bali was the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

“About that..”

No..

“Our partners didn’t book you a ticket.”

No way this is happening right now.

“What?”

Your boss hesitates to explain himself, but one look at you, and he knew he had no choice.

“They claim to have forgotten to book your ticket. By the time they realised, it was too late, all the tickets were fully booked,” the older man was bracing himself for another outburst from you, but you forced yourself to stay put. “But you’ll be reimbursed for the whole trip.”

You scoff and pull yourself up from the seat, “Oh please, as if that’s supposed to make things better.” You say nothing more and turn on your heel to leave, slamming the door shut behind you and pacing towards your own office, disregarding the crowd surrounding Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin noticed the scowl on your face. It was the highlight of his day, and he just had the urge to rub a little more salt on your wound, so he quickly dismissed himself from his co-workers, following you into your office, and before you could shut the door on him, he put his arm through, sandwiching his arm between the door and the door frame.

You didn’t even realise Jimin was following you, so when you looked back, your irritation heightened.

“Why are you following me, Park? I’m sure you’ve got better things to do,” you mumble, walking over to sit behind your desk, trying to ignore the God-awful attractive man at your door.

“It’s rude not to congratulate your fellow co-workers when they get promoted. No wonder you didn’t get the role..” he mutters the last part under his breath, but your ears caught on quick, standing up from your seat and scrunching up a scrap piece of paper, throwing it at his annoyingly beautiful face, to which he caught with his speedy reflexes.

“You know what? Fuck you and your promotion! I’m sick and tired of your shit. All you do is sit on your ass like you own the fucking place,” you keep going, calling him out for tons of irrelevant things since you couldn’t exactly comment on his work. He was good at that.

“Get out of my office and have fun on your stupid vacation with the whores you call women.”

“Oh, you mean the vacation you didn’t get invited to?”

That was the first thing Jimin had said after your constant rambling. He seriously had nothing else to comment on?

“Didn’t get invited to? I got invited, they just forgot to book my ticket..”

Jimin let out a sarcastic laugh, finally welcoming himself into your office and making himself comfortable on the seat opposite you. “Yeah, ‘forgot.’ You got kicked off the list because.. well, let’s be real, you’re not exactly the easiest to be around.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Because you’re so uptight.”

You’ve heard the term be thrown around at you in the workplace, but you didn’t think too much of it. You took it as more of a positive characteristic rather than an insult.

“Well, someone needs to be there to keep you guys in check—”

“—you see, that’s where you’re wrong.” The baritone of his voice had dropped profusely, and the moment he stood up to approach you, an alarmed look was painted across your face.

“I don’t know who gave you the right to disrespect not only your co-workers, but also our boss. I don’t know why he even lets you talk to him like that. He should’ve fired you by now.”

Jimin’s form was unprecedentedly close to you, and you needed to make a move now before he trapped you in your seat.

Pulling yourself up off your chair, you’re now standing chest-to-chest with the man, your head tilted up towards his face, seeming as if you weren’t scared of him. “Fuck off, Jimin. The last thing I need is you all up in my face and sticking your nose into shit that doesn’t concern you. I keep this team on its feet, I doubt you..” you pause, using your index finger to poke harshly at his built chest, “..Could do a better job.”

You barely did anything to provoke him, but now he was getting mad. His eyes glanced down at his chest, watching your finger poke him repeatedly until he grabbed ahold of your wrist. “With the promotion in my hands, you’re basically under my management, so I suggest cutting down on the back talk. That shit doesn’t fly with me.”

The anger you were exuding could be felt surrounding the both of you, it felt almost suffocating, but you were too blind-sighted to say anything about it.

“Or what, Jimin? I don’t care about your position in this business, I will never take orders from you. Now get the fuck out of my office,” your tone was harsh as you pushed him away from you, causing him to bump into your desk.

Jimin bit harshly on his bottom lip, trying to keep control of his anger, but your attitude was pissing him off more than it ever had before.

And seeing you so mad left the blood in his body rushing to his dick.

You’re about to turn away from him, but his quick movements deemed that to be impossible, now having you in his hold, arm wrapped securely around your waist and switching positions with you. Your lower back was pressed up against the edge of your desk, the hard surface searing into you and making you wince.

Before you could retaliate or question what he was doing, Jimin had cupped your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“If you even think for once, you’ll be getting away with throwing your little attitude around, you’re wrong.”

Your body tensed in his hold, suddenly hyper-aware of what was happening right now, but you didn’t do anything to stop him. The pool of heat between your legs grew profusely as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut, but Jimin was perceptive.

He pulled you off the desk to stand in front of him before taking a step back and analysing you.

“Such a pretty face, gorgeous body. Too bad it’s paired with that foul mouth,” he scolds you, approaching your now timid form and reaching his hands out to unbutton your white blouse slowly. “Don’t deny it; you’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?”

Of course you have. Any normal person would think about fucking their hot co-worker, now matter how they felt towards them.

“Fuck you..” Your breath hitches in your throat, feeling the cold air brush over your exposed chest. Your tits were sitting clad and pretty beneath your black bra, looking oh-so-enticing.

Jimin seemed unconvinced and merely shrugged, tracing his finger down between the lining of your cleavage with an astounding smirk. “Bet I could fuck the uptightness out of you, huh?”

Your silence spoke volumes.

“Before you start running your mouth again..” he starts, taking a couple steps back until he falls onto your seat. “..let’s put that foul mouth of yours to good use.”

His hands drop down to his belt, skilfully undoing the loops and pulling his black slacks down. He spread his legs apart to make room for you to sit in between them, and when he noticed that you were still standing in the same spot, he scowled. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, Miss L/N.”

Jimin’s tone was condescending, and you had to resist the urge to curse him out then and there, however your legs were moving on their own, approaching his Godly form and standing between his legs.

Your compliance was something Jimin adored. You were a handful, but you always followed instructions from higher ups because you got off on workplace validation.

You immediately fall to your knees, your fingers hooking between the waistband of his boxers and pulling the article down to free the growing hard-on he was sporting. Your hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean forward to lick a long stripe up to his tip, meeting his tantalising gaze.

“Hm, your pretty lips will have to try harder than that.”

“Fucking unfeasible,” you mutter under your breath, your mouth instinctively falling open and letting the tip of his cock fall flat against your salivating tongue as you readjusted your position, pulling yourself closer between his legs.

One quick glance up at Jimin, and you wasted no time closing her lips around his leaking tip and sinking your mouth further down around his cock, clearly struggling to take him whole, but you did what you could.

"See that's much better. You're trying so hard to suck me off, but it's too much isn't it?" Jimin brags with a shit-eating grin.

You were drawing out soft moans from him whilst his hand rested at the back of your head, almost guiding you. "Fuck, just like that baby. Keep doing that for me."

Even though he was messing with you, his praise was going a long way, urging you to give him everything and more. You pulled away from him with a frown on your face, leaving his cock standing tall and hard before leaning in again and using your tongue to land small kitten licks over his throbbing tip.

Your hands were gripping tightly at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as your lips parted once again, sinking down on him deeper than before. Your breath hitched as soon as you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, but you didn’t pull away.

"Holy shit—" Jimin's voice cracks in a moan, "Should have had you doing this sooner, you sound so perfect with my cock down your throat. Who would have known that smart-ass mouth would be so good at taking cock."

He keeps talking, praising you between moans at the feeling, hands brushing your hair out of your face so he could watch you work between his legs.

His cock was throbbing incessantly as you continued to suck him off, a stringy mess of precum and saliva dripping down the side of your lip. The messy sight of you between his legs prompted him to fuck into your mouth, pushing his cock down the tight space of your throat and he almost came.

“Shit— shit—!” Jimin quickly pulled his hips away from you, leaving your mouth empty, and you gasping and spluttering on the floor.

“What the hell?!” you exclaim, looking up at the man who’s hips seemed to be stuttering in the chair. You bring your hands up to the side of your lip, wiping off any excess saliva.

Jimin had no time to speak. He was going through what felt like the 5 stages of grief, postponing his own orgasm. Delaying his climax only frustrated him, but he did what he had to do; grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto your feet, shoving you against the glass desk.

“As much as I wanna cum down your throat, I’d rather help myself and finish inside of you..” he says, rolling your skirt above your hips and pushing your panties to the side, wallowing in the sight of your drenched cunt.

“Shameless whore.”

You felt yourself clench at his degrading words, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you spread your legs apart, trying to make room for him to stand between them.

“You think just cause you have a higher position than me, you can fuck me whenever you please?” you scoff, but even then, you’re still edging yourself towards the edge of the desk, wanting him to fill you up.

“I don’t see you stopping me.”

Jimin wrapped his hands around his length, pumping himself in his fist a couple times as he eyed the slick running between your folds. All he could think about was how desperate he was to stuff you full of his cock, make you cry on him and leave you dripping for days.

And he was gonna make that happen.

Taking a couple steps forward, he ran his tip between your folds, relishing how easily you coated his cock with your arousal, and that helped him to plunge into you with ease.

At first glance, you were evidently in pain, shock even. A mixture of both, but as soon as he started to move, all that seemed to disappear. Pleasure was washing over your body, your bones going weak each time Jimin thrusted into you, his pace rough and relentless.

“Too much, Jimin—!” your moans come out breathless, throat going dry from how long you’d kept your mouth open the moment he left it empty.

“This isn’t too much. Little Miss Y/N will take what she’s given,” he grits, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder and the slight change of mission made a pretty big difference.

You swore you could feel him all up in your guts, your walls greedily clenching around him, making him groan.

Jimin chuckled, “Gonna flood your cunt with my load.. dumb you out to the point where my cock is all you can think about,” he goes on, his deceitful words making your pussy flutter brazenly around him. “Fuck, I felt that,” he quips, his dashing smile on show as his grip around your legs tightened, hips aggressively snapping against your used cunt.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good.. maybe if I fuck my kids into you, you’ll have no choice but to listen to me,” Jimin seethes, feeling his cock throb inside of you each time you cried out his name.

“God, you’re such an asshole!” you cry out, letting out a sliver of a moan which completely went against your words.

The man smirks, lightly slapping you across your cheek and grabbing ahold of your jaw, “Let’s hope our kids get your good looks rather than your foul mouth.”

He releases you from his grip, letting your head fall back against the desk as he continued to mercilessly fuck not you. Your body was growing weak with each passing second and your mind was running laps wondering what the hell you were doing, letting him have his way with you.

Deep down, you’d been wanting this ever since he arrived.

“Come on, Y/N, cum all over my cock like you were made for it,” he taunts you, again and again, his pace becoming sloppy indicating he was close.

Your mind was becoming fuzzy and all of a sudden your senses had heightened, your orgasm catching you by surprise and completely dragging you away from reality.

It felt like ecstasy; your eyes fluttering shut as you mindlessly creamed his cock, Jimin following right after and spilling his load into the warmth of your cunt with a low groan.

He relished in the fucked out sight of you, your hard, powerful demeanour, now the complete opposite. It made him feel proud in a sense, having finally been able to break you down with just his cock.

You were the same as his ‘whores’.

You’d have to get used to the inferiority from now on.

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