Honestly This Is Pretty Weird Since I Cant Say Anything And No One Can Stop Me SAUSAGE BBQ ENCHILADA

honestly this is pretty weird since i cant say anything and no one can stop me SAUSAGE BBQ ENCHILADA

see.

TRAYVON MARTIN was walking home with an iced tea and Skittles. He was shot by George Zinneman, who was found not guilty.

KEITH SCOTT was sitting in a car, reading. He was shot by a police officer, who was not charged.

ATATIANA JEFFERSON was looking out her window, and was shot by a police officer, who is still under indictment for murder.

JONATHAN FERRELL was asking for help after an auto accident. He was shot twelve times by police, case ended in mistrial.

JORDAN EDWARDS was riding in a car and was shot in the back of the head by a police officer, who was found guilty of murder.

STEPHON CLARK was holding a cell phone, and was shot 8 times, 6 in the back. The officers were not charged.

AMADOU DIALLO while taking out his wallet, 41 shots were fired by four different officers. They were all acquitted.

RENISHA MCBRIDE after an auto accident, she knocked on someone’s door for help. The homeowner was found guilty of second-degree murder.

TAMIR RICE was playing with a toy gun, and was shot by police officer arriving on scene. Officer was not charged.

SEAN BELL was hosting a bachelor party. 50 rounds were fired by police officers who were found not guilty of charges.

WALTER SCOTT was pulled over for brake lights, and was shot in the back by a police officer who pleaded guilty to civil rights violations.

PHILANDO CASTILE was pulled over and told officer he had a legally registered weapon in car. Officer acquitted of all charges.

AIYANA JONES was sleeping and was accidentally shot by an officer in a raid on wrong apartment. Officer cleared of all charges.

TERRENCE CRUTCHER needed help when his vehicle broke down. Was shot by a police officer who was found not guilty of manslaughter.

ALTON STERLING was selling CDs, and was shot at close range while being arrested. No charges filed.

FREDDIE GRAY was beaten to death by officers while being transported in police van. All officers involved were acquitted.

JOHN CRAWFORD was shopping at WalMart, holding a BB gun that was on sale—police officer was not charged for his murder.

MICHAEL BROWN was shot twelve times by an officer, including in the back. No charges filed.

JORDAN DAVIS was killed because he was playing loud music. Shooter found guilty of first-degree murder.

SANDRA BLAND was pulled over for traffic ticket; was tasered and then arrested. Suspicious “suicide” while in jail. No charges.

BOTHAM JEAN was fatally shot in his home, which female officer ¿mistook for her own? (Which I’ll never understand.) Officer found guilty of murder.

OSCAR GRANT was handcuffed and placed face-down, officer then shot him in the back. Officer found guilty of involuntary manslaughter.

COREY JONES was waiting by his car which was broken down, and was shot three times by police officer, who was found guilty of murder.

AHMAUD AUBREY was jogging. He was shot by two racist men who claimed they suspected him of burglaries. Both men were charged with murder and aggravated assault.

GEORGE FLOYD was suspected of alleged fraud. He handcuffed and pinned to the ground by an officer’s knee. He begged for mercy and he was ignored.

ERIC GARNER: Stopped for selling cigarettes on a nyc street and choked by a cop in broad daylight. Complications of the stress put on his throat by the hold caused his death; Openly said “I can’t breathe” several times and pretty much died while three other cops watched their compatriot kill a man. Eric was well known for just trying to sell goods as a side hustle and never actually hurt anybody.

DJ HENRY was fatally shot in his car by police officer Aaron Hess in the early morning hours of Oct. 17, 2010. DJ's passengers say they were doing nothing wrong when Hess ran out in front of them in the road. Hess says he only fired because he was in fear for his life. Hess later admitted to lying on multiple occasions after DJ’s death about the shooting.

These were all murders. They were not accidental. All of these innocent people: men, women AND children. Were murdered because they were black. Not because they were violent. Not because they were threatening, but because they were black. Something has to change. We have to MAKE a change. Black lives matter. Black men. Black women. Black children. Non-Binary blacks. Trans blacks. Every single one of their lives matter. Your friends. Your neighbors. Your teachers. Your brothers. Your sisters. We are the change.

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this list isn’t even close to a being a quarter of the wrongful African American deaths in America and if there is anyone you’d like me to add please message me. I will gladly add them because people deserve to know their names.

Slow Dance by WateryMeldrop

“I love you, baby.”

His sincere words were whispered into her ear, the affection that surged through him causing him to smile softly. He grabbed her body closer to him.

Their song played in the old recorder, the drawn beats and slow ambience uniting and reinforcing their bond. One step to the right and another to the left. Their memorized choreography makes him emotional.

He felt so safe and comfortable right there with the most important person in his life in between his strong arms. He could never lose her.

She was his everything.

His arms tighten unconsciously against the solid presence that was her body and he buries his face into her hair to smell her usual scent. Vanilla and a tint of coconut. He has the smell memorized into his brain by now after doing the same thing for years of being married.

His wife. The love of his life. All his.

He adjusts her left arm when it falls from his shoulder and looks down with pure and unconditional fondness at her. He had always been taller and stronger, he took advantage of these qualities to always protect her weaker and smaller frame.

He had always treated her like she was made of the finest porcelain. He looks into her green eyes, the eyes he fell in love with. The eyes he would stare at night when they would whisper sweet nothing to each other.

The eyes that always held so much passion and love, always lit with the rarest fire.

She stares back at him, unblinkingly, not looking at him but into him. Like no one else could. He smiles at her stare. Left step, right step.

He leans down and all the memories of their love rush right in front of his eyes. The subway station they met at, the first time she smiled that perfect smile at him, their first date, when he proposed at the dark park no one was at, their wedding. Every memory just so full of love and trust.

The chorus in the slow song comes up, the woman singing has an amazing voice that captures the way love feels perfectly. He remembers her reaction when he showed her the song the first time, she gave him a pair of wide eyes and she got up from the bed they were laying in after a flash of excitement went through her beautiful eyes.

Her body always looked amazing and the sight always stirred something inside of him. But her smile; it had always captured him the most. The way her eyes crinkled and her lips curled in a perfect way to show her pearly, straight teeth. She is so perfect, he would always think.

Perfect for him.

“A dance?” She had asked that day, giving her hand out for him to take, the sunlight hit her curves in all the right ways and her eyes held nothing but pure contentment and life. He could get lost in them. He took her hand without a doubt that day.

That was the first time they slow danced. It felt like they were connected completely, just like they are right now.

He hums along with the chorus, his deep voice makes his chest rumble and the sound vibrates against her chest. She’s still staring at him. He laughs in delight and pushes a strand of black hair covering her face behind her ear gently. So beautiful.

Right step, left step.

Her lips are a radiant red, so soft looking. There’s no make up in her face, just her in her raw nature and form. His favourite look in her by far.

Today she looks especially raw and real. Her skinny and pale form just encourages him to be more careful than ever.

He shakes his head with an easy smile when her feet slip a bit against his, pulling her tighter so she doesn't fall.

The second chorus comes up and he laughs to himself silently. He wished the song never ended. Slowly tracing his hand from the side of her waist to the back of her neck he grabs her as carefully as he can and leans down.

He delivers an almost invisible kiss to the cheek. Another to the forehead. And, lastly, one in her soft lips. Even then he's afraid she will disappear in front of him.

The slow rhythm he sets for the kiss between them has his knees growing weak. He could get lost in this moment forever.

But the song is almost over and their favourite part of the choreography comes up. His ears capture the sound and he can feel the excitement pushing his smile to grow wider.

“Ready?” He asks inaudibly, his smile never fading and his eyes staring straight into her deep ones. The song takes on a last high beat. Twirl. He directs their bodies into an insync twirl, one that has him laughing freely and throwing his head back in joy. He laughs and laughs. Her head falls back with his after the rough motions and he stops immediately.

Tutting at her softly he grabs her from the back of the head, pushing his fingers through the strand of her soft hair and she makes her lean against his shoulder again.

He’s breathless, trying to catch whatever bit of oxygen he can into her ear, the scent around him overwhelming him in the best ways. The smile never goes away.

The recorder glitches when the woman hits the last note and the song stops. Everything goes silent except for his heavy breathing and the sound of something hitting the floor rhythmically.

He looks down and frowns at the mess in the floor. He trails up the path slowly and he finds her yellow sundress hugging her waist perfectly in between his calloused and messy hands. The bright color is paired with red. The radiant color pools at the end of her dress, dripping into the floor.

Red was always a beautiful color in her. Everything she did was beautiful. Even the way her head falls back again and the way her body is completely limp against his arms is beautiful.

He could never stay mad at her, even the messes she made were perfect. His smile comes back eventually. Nothing is wrong when he’s with her.

He realizes his hands are shaking when he reaches out to caress her wet cheek. He can feel his own cheeks are wet too. He's just so lucky to have her.

He takes a step back with her body leaning in when he steps on something that makes a loud noise against the wooden floor. He looks down, annoyed, to find the knife she gifted him on christmas as a joke. He still remembers the way she laughed until she cried from it. He kicks it to the side silently.

The song is over.

The dripping noises are still there but he doesn't really mind; as long as he has her, nothing is going to be wrong. He wished the song never ended.

He starts humming his own tune, trying to recreate the vibrations the woman made with her voice. He's grabbing her closer to his body again with little to no complaint from his wife and just like that; he dances with the love of his life.

There’s an uncomfortable wetness sipping through his white shirt, into his skin, but he can't seem to care.

Her arms fall from his shoulder at the same time when he takes another step. He simply grabs her closer so there's no space between their bodies and moves to his own accord.

He interrupts his own humming to pull her thrown back head back into him. Her face is pale, and the smell of blood is nauseating. He smiles at her empty eyes.

Beautiful.

“I love you, baby.” He keeps on humming.

Right step, left step.

wake up call.

↳ good morning, indeed.

◇  jungkook x reader ◇  smut | established relationship ◇  0.8k [1/1]

notes: my hand slipped 🤷🏻‍♀️

warnings: literally 838 words of self-indulgence! oral (f receiving), jk wakes u up with some good ol’ tongue technology okay that’s it that’s the plot, also smh @ me totally forgetting to put warnings on this when i first posted LOL

You awaken slowly, pulled from your slumber by a force that you have no name for, your back arching off the mattress and your legs quivering with pleasure. Your lips part in a silent groan as you reach down, eyes fluttering as you grasp blindly at the dark head of hair working determinedly between your spread thighs.

“J-Jung—?” The syllables escape you in scarcely more than a whimper. Your fingers find purchase around the soft little ponytail that sits messily atop his head, tangling in the silky strands. “Jungk—nnngh.”

Your tormentor pulls away for the briefest of seconds, and you keen at the momentary loss of his wet mouth. “Shh,” he breathes, chuckling lowly when you jolt. “It’ll feel really good soon.”

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Slow Dance by WateryMeldrop

“I love you, baby.”

His sincere words were whispered into her ear, the affection that surged through him causing him to smile softly. He grabbed her body closer to him.

Their song played in the old recorder, the drawn beats and slow ambience uniting and reinforcing their bond. One step to the right and another to the left. Their memorized choreography makes him emotional.

He felt so safe and comfortable right there with the most important person in his life in between his strong arms. He could never lose her.

She was his everything.

His arms tighten unconsciously against the solid presence that was her body and he buries his face into her hair to smell her usual scent. Vanilla and a tint of coconut. He has the smell memorized into his brain by now after doing the same thing for years of being married.

His wife. The love of his life. All his.

He adjusts her left arm when it falls from his shoulder and looks down with pure and unconditional fondness at her. He had always been taller and stronger, he took advantage of these qualities to always protect her weaker and smaller frame.

He had always treated her like she was made of the finest porcelain. He looks into her green eyes, the eyes he fell in love with. The eyes he would stare at night when they would whisper sweet nothing to each other.

The eyes that always held so much passion and love, always lit with the rarest fire.

She stares back at him, unblinkingly, not looking at him but into him. Like no one else could. He smiles at her stare. Left step, right step.

He leans down and all the memories of their love rush right in front of his eyes. The subway station they met at, the first time she smiled that perfect smile at him, their first date, when he proposed at the dark park no one was at, their wedding. Every memory just so full of love and trust.

The chorus in the slow song comes up, the woman singing has an amazing voice that captures the way love feels perfectly. He remembers her reaction when he showed her the song the first time, she gave him a pair of wide eyes and she got up from the bed they were laying in after a flash of excitement went through her beautiful eyes.

Her body always looked amazing and the sight always stirred something inside of him. But her smile; it had always captured him the most. The way her eyes crinkled and her lips curled in a perfect way to show her pearly, straight teeth. She is so perfect, he would always think.

Perfect for him.

“A dance?” She had asked that day, giving her hand out for him to take, the sunlight hit her curves in all the right ways and her eyes held nothing but pure contentment and life. He could get lost in them. He took her hand without a doubt that day.

That was the first time they slow danced. It felt like they were connected completely, just like they are right now.

He hums along with the chorus, his deep voice makes his chest rumble and the sound vibrates against her chest. She’s still staring at him. He laughs in delight and pushes a strand of black hair covering her face behind her ear gently. So beautiful.

Right step, left step.

Her lips are a radiant red, so soft looking. There’s no make up in her face, just her in her raw nature and form. His favourite look in her by far.

Today she looks especially raw and real. Her skinny and pale form just encourages him to be more careful than ever.

He shakes his head with an easy smile when her feet slip a bit against his, pulling her tighter so she doesn't fall.

The second chorus comes up and he laughs to himself silently. He wished the song never ended. Slowly tracing his hand from the side of her waist to the back of her neck he grabs her as carefully as he can and leans down.

He delivers an almost invisible kiss to the cheek. Another to the forehead. And, lastly, one in her soft lips. Even then he's afraid she will disappear in front of him.

The slow rhythm he sets for the kiss between them has his knees growing weak. He could get lost in this moment forever.

But the song is almost over and their favourite part of the choreography comes up. His ears capture the sound and he can feel the excitement pushing his smile to grow wider.

“Ready?” He asks inaudibly, his smile never fading and his eyes staring straight into her deep ones. The song takes on a last high beat. Twirl. He directs their bodies into an insync twirl, one that has him laughing freely and throwing his head back in joy. He laughs and laughs. Her head falls back with his after the rough motions and he stops immediately.

Tutting at her softly he grabs her from the back of the head, pushing his fingers through the strand of her soft hair and she makes her lean against his shoulder again.

He’s breathless, trying to catch whatever bit of oxygen he can into her ear, the scent around him overwhelming him in the best ways. The smile never goes away.

The recorder glitches when the woman hits the last note and the song stops. Everything goes silent except for his heavy breathing and the sound of something hitting the floor rhythmically.

He looks down and frowns at the mess in the floor. He trails up the path slowly and he finds her yellow sundress hugging her waist perfectly in between his calloused and messy hands. The bright color is paired with red. The radiant color pools at the end of her dress, dripping into the floor.

Red was always a beautiful color in her. Everything she did was beautiful. Even the way her head falls back again and the way her body is completely limp against his arms is beautiful.

He could never stay mad at her, even the messes she made were perfect. His smile comes back eventually. Nothing is wrong when he’s with her.

He realizes his hands are shaking when he reaches out to caress her wet cheek. He can feel his own cheeks are wet too. He's just so lucky to have her.

He takes a step back with her body leaning in when he steps on something that makes a loud noise against the wooden floor. He looks down, annoyed, to find the knife she gifted him on christmas as a joke. He still remembers the way she laughed until she cried from it. He kicks it to the side silently.

The song is over.

The dripping noises are still there but he doesn't really mind; as long as he has her, nothing is going to be wrong. He wished the song never ended.

He starts humming his own tune, trying to recreate the vibrations the woman made with her voice. He's grabbing her closer to his body again with little to no complaint from his wife and just like that; he dances with the love of his life.

There’s an uncomfortable wetness sipping through his white shirt, into his skin, but he can't seem to care.

Her arms fall from his shoulder at the same time when he takes another step. He simply grabs her closer so there's no space between their bodies and moves to his own accord.

He interrupts his own humming to pull her thrown back head back into him. Her face is pale, and the smell of blood is nauseating. He smiles at her empty eyes.

Beautiful.

“I love you, baby.” He keeps on humming.

Right step, left step.

━━ LOVE TALK.

❛ i mean, i want to eat your pussy? you know, give you... oral sex? ❜

━ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader.

━ RATING: +18

━ GENRE: smut, fluff, tiniest bit of angst.

━ AU: established relationship, pwp.

━ CONTENT: oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, praise, fingering, teeny tiniest bit of overstimulation, very inexperienced and painfully shy!oc, pussy eating enthusiast!jk.

━ WORD COUNT: 3,1k.

━ NOTE: this was my first request :’) i don’t remember much, but it was specified that oc had to be very inexperienced and awkward, so if you don’t like that, KEEP IT TO YOUR DAMN SELF. i kinda like her, i wanna protecc. OKAY KOONIGHT ANGELS~♡

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It’s your typical Sunday night-in with Jungkook; you lie in bed covered by blankets and resting on too many pillows watching whatever movie, tv-show or anime one of you chose. To be quite frank, you never pay too much attention to the anime Jungkook picks, not because he has bad taste or anything, but because everything happens so fast you can’t even begin to process what’s going on. Still, when it comes to anime, you always let Jungkook choose, no matter how many times he says you can read the descriptions and pick one yourself. You don’t care if you don’t understand the animes he likes, not when he can’t spend more than thirty seconds without chiming in an excited commentary about it; you act as if it annoys you, of course, but sometimes you think that it is the best part of spending your Sunday nights with him.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is pretty silent tonight, but you don’t question him or think too much of it because finally, finally, you’re watching an anime that you can sort of understand. This time, you’re the one who is so immersed in the story that you don’t even realize you’re the only one paying attention, too focused on watching in horror how the lanky, awkward main character turns into a cynical psychopath splashing blood everywhere as he takes his revenge on every single person that ever crossed him. With your heartbeat ringing in your ears, you cover your eyes and peek through the space you left between them while you wait for the scene to be over; you were never a big fan of gore.

The bed dips next to you, distracting you for a hot second before you assume it’s just Jungkook trying to get into a more comfortable position, so you don’t give it much thought and focus on the show again, but your eyes betray you once again when, out of the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook staring at you, his face slightly illuminated by the screen of his laptop.

You jump and let out a comical squeak when Jungkook’s warm hand pushes yours away from your face. One of his slender fingers lifts your chin and tilts your head, leaving you both staring at each other face to face. You look back at him with curiosity, raising your eyebrows as if to silently question his actions, but you only get the same silence and a dreamy smile in return.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he whispers, his eyes sparkling under the artificial light.

You groan and roll your eyes at him, opting to look down at his chest in hopes he doesn’t notice how quickly four words and a faint smile from him can affect you. “I was paying attention, you ass.”

"No, no, I noticed!" he says with a mischievous edge on his voice. You huff in mock offense, pouting when he leans down and press a fleeting kiss on the corner of your mouth. "But wouldn't you rather I gave you all my attention instead?"

Oh no, that's his bedroom voice.

A tiny and stubborn whimper escapes your parted lips despite you trying to suppress it. You begin to panic. You still don't get what exactly it is that Jungkook sees in you; you never got out of the shy and awkward phase from your teenage years; you still laugh, involuntarily, like a small child whenever he flirts with you; you don't know how to flirt back, even worse, you don’t even know how to woo him with your best assets that took way longer to appear than they did to your friends.

You just don’t get it, but no matter how you see yourself, Jungkook has always looked at you like you’re the only thing he desires.

You snap out of your thoughts when you notice him staring at your lips and you mimic his actions, looking at his parted lips before you give in to the heaviness of your eyelids, closing your eyes and waiting for him to take the first step as he always eagerly does. But seconds pass and his lips never meet yours, causing you to release the breath you were holding in and leaving you embarrassed when he kisses your cheek instead.

You open your eyes and let out another groan, this time out of pure exasperation, half-heartedly hitting his chest as he laughs at your expense.

"If you want a kiss that bad, you have to come and get it," he teases. "I'm not going to kiss you unless you do it first."

You huff, knowing damn well he’d never give in to you, so you let out a shaky breath and cup his cheeks in your hands, feeling the barely-there stubble tickling your palms. Jungkook waits patiently, staring back at you with challenging yet welcoming eyes as yours take one last look at his lips before you close them and press your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

His hands rest on your lower back and press you tightly against his hard body, moving his lips against yours and swallowing your ragged breaths. His tongue licks your bottom lip and bites down on it gently, sucking it and then licking the flesh to soothe the bite, inviting you to open your mouth for him.

He pushes your hair away from your neck and rubs your soft skin before letting his hand fall to your waist, squeezing it through your shirt and using his grip to grind your body against his. You’re so lost in the kiss that you barely noticed when his hand moved from your waist, gasping into his mouth as his hand cups your breast and squeezes it gently.

“Jungkook,” you call out his name in a whimper. “What—"

"I want to make you feel good," he purrs in your ear, his hand leaving your chest and resting on your neck. You know that he is giving you time to decide whether to consent or not this time as well. "Is that okay with you? Do you want to?"

His eyes, though hooded and dark, never leave yours. Jungkook has never pressured you into doing something you don’t want to, much less coercing you to do something he wants but you don’t.

You nod your head and let out a small yes, closing your eyes and as he tilts your head to nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. He breathes in your scent and presses his tongue against your skin, licking a fat stripe before closing his mouth and sucking a small, painless bruise on it. You feel your underwear sticking to your folds, you're so wet you should be ashamed.

Abruptly, Jungkook detaches himself from your neck and slams his laptop shut before pushing it away. He turns his attention back to you and pushes your inner thigh with the back of his hand to position himself between your legs, covering your body with his. His strong hands help you settle your head on the pillows, the hard bulge in his sweatpants unintentionally grinding against your crotch, making you moan at the sweet friction of the head of his cock nudging your clit.

You wonder if Jungkook can feel how wet you are. You find it embarrassing knowing your soaked panties are staining the crotch of his sweatpants, but Jungkook looks at you with so much lust that the shame turns into excitement in a matter of seconds.

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes pleading with yours to keep looking at him. You smile, endeared by his sparkling doe eyes, but you flinch as a reflex seconds later when his hand cups your breast, kneading it softly over the fabric of the t-shirt you borrowed from his closet earlier.

"I don't want you to get nervous, alright?" You look at him and nod your head. "I want to eat you out.”

You frown at the foreign words, feeling stupid as yet again your naiveness puts you to shame. Still, Jungkook smiles and looks at you like you hung the moon just for him to see.

"I mean," he trails off as he tries to figure out what to say to make you understand better. "I want to eat your pussy? You know, give you… oral sex?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat at his obscene choice of words, ashamed of how much they turn you on.

You don't understand why he would want to do something like that, surely it wouldn't be pleasurable for him. "But you won’t feel good," you pout.

He gives you one of those smiles where he wrinkles his nose and his eyes sparkle. Talk about duality. "Don't worry, baby," he assures you. "You don't know how many times I've imagined how you taste," his voice gets an octave lower to leave you hanging to his every word. "How many times I jacked off thinking about how you would react when my tongue finally tastes your sweet folds and I have you at my mercy playing with your pussy however I want. I promise you, baby, it will feel just as good for me as it does for you."

If your life were an animated movie, you're sure your cheeks start comically burning in flames and your heart pounding out of your chest.

The truth is, you've only had sex with Jungkook twice, having given him your virginity after a year and a half of dating, but up until now, you’ve never heard him voice out his fantasies before, let alone talk to you in such an explicit way.

"Please," you say confidently despite the tremor in your voice. "Make me feel good."

Jungkook leans into you and kisses you slowly, trailing his palm from your chest to the hem of your shirt, lifting it to reveal the warm skin of your stomach. His tongue plays with yours as his hand sneaks under the fabric of your cotton panties, his mouth swallowing the gasp you let out. His fingers collect your juices and he uses them to massage your sensitive folds.

"My sweet girl...You're dripping," he mutters against your lips and smirks when he hears you moan. He presses your foreheads together and looks down at where you unconsciously started rubbing your cunt with his hand. "You're going to like it so much," he says as the pad of his middle finger finds your clit and plays with it. "I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'm going to swallow everything your pussy gives me."

He gives you one last, long kiss before he takes his hand off your underwear, lowering himself until his head is in between your thighs. Your fingers curl on his fluffy hair to keep your hands from shaking, but when he looks at you through his eyelashes, he smiles and you instantly relax. His lips leave kisses on your inner thighs while his finger presses down on your clothed clit, barely rubbing circles on it and making you tremble even more. His eyes never leave yours as he licks the wet patch in the center of your panties before he pushes them aside to take a look at your glistening cunt.

“You're so pretty,” he says as he drags his thumb across your slit, collecting your juices and spreading them on your folds. "So, so pretty."

The tip of his tongue licks a fat stripe on your slit, teasing your folds before closing his lips on your clit and rubbing it gently. You sigh and throw your head back against the pillows, covering your face with the inside of your arm to escape his burning gaze.

His lips leave your cunt with a popping sound and he says, "I want to see you," he murmurs against your pussy and traps your clit with his lips again, suckling on it and drawing out moans from your mouth before pulling away again. "Please show me your face."

You hesitantly move your arm away from your face but refuse to open your eyes. Still, you can feel him smiling against you and you hope he doesn't notice the gush of fluids dripping out of your pussy and wetting the sheets because you're imagining him like that.

“My baby is always so good to me,” he praises you, calming your nerves a little. There's something about the way he holds your thighs apart, something intimate and just right. "I'm going to take your panties off now, ‘that okay?"

You nod your head and let out a small yes, lifting your hips to help him slide your panties down your legs. He spreads your legs again and admires the way you shudder under his touch. "It's okay, baby," he whispers and places a kiss on your inner thigh. "It's okay, I got you."

The way he holds you, his hands steady and confident, and the sweet tone of his voice overwhelms you in both a good and bad way, but you try to relax and opt to grip the bedsheets in clenched fists. You feel stupid when hot tears escape from your closed eyes; you know you have nothing to be ashamed of, Jungkook knows that you are inexperienced because of how shy you are yet he loves you, wants you, and would never judge you.

Jungkook doesn't move at all, giving you as much time as you need to calm down. You inhale, exhale and look at him. His eyes stare back at you and don't wander anywhere else, he keeps them focused on you even when he kisses the back of your hand, taking advantage of your fists unclenching for long enough to grab your hands with his and intertwine your fingers.

“Do you want me to keep going? If you want me to stop I will,” he kisses your knuckles and looks at you tenderly. "I will not get mad. I promise."

“I want you,” your voice comes out small and you're afraid he hasn't heard you. "I want you. Please."

And just like that, Jungkook’s tongue is back on your cunt, gathering your juices and swallowing them before sucking and pulling your lips. You whine in embarrassment at the sounds that come out of his mouth when he tastes, slurps, and drinks your juices. But he doesn't give you much time to complain when his right hand leaves yours and he uses it to part your lips with his index and middle fingers, exposing your cunt to him and having him groaning at the sight of your glistening folds.

You can't hold in the sounds coming out of your mouth, moaning and crying as Jungkook gets back to devouring your soul through your pussy. You look down and whimper pathetically at how focused he looks; his eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes shut tight, and his hips thrusting against the bed as if letting him eat your pussy was the best thing that has ever happened to him. He's enjoying this almost as much as you are, alternating between sucking the juices out of your entrance, licking your velvety folds, or drawing messy figures on your clit at the perfect speed.

You feel dizzy, your body trembling as his mouth works wonders on your body, making you regret the time you pushed his head away from between your legs the second time you had sex.

Jungkook delights himself with all the juices you're gushing out, slurping and drinking it all before closing his lips around your clit and flicking his tongue from side to side as fast as he can. Your free hand grabs his hair and pulls him even closer to you, moaning loudly, and he seems to like that cause he growls and his mouth works even harder.

Tears stream down your cheeks, this time because of how good it feels. You close your eyes and you arch your back at the pleasure, squeezing his hand tightly and gasping when the tip of his middle finger prods into your hole.

He pulls away from you to say, “Breathe baby,” you do your best to relax and let out a pitiful cry. He just smiles to himself and pushes his finger in. "Feels good, hm?"

Any trace of shame leaves your body as he resumes his task on your clit, adding the stimulation of his finger curling inside you and rubbing that sweet spot only his cock has reached before. Your walls clench tightly around his finger and he lets out an airy chuckle, his breath hitting your cunt and making you whine more.

"’S so good," you whimper. “Making me feel so good, Jungkook. ‘M c-cumming, ohmygod."

Jungkook doesn’t stop sucking or moving his tongue on your clit for a single second, not when he can feel your pussy throbbing in his tongue and clenching around his finger. He knows you're close, he knows exactly what you look like when you start to fall apart, so he curls his finger harder and faster inside you and keeps moving his mouth on your pussy even if his jaw is begging him for a break.

You barely notice when you started to cry and try to close your legs around Jungkook’s head, but he just let go of your hand and uses his free arm to lift your legs up from behind your knees, almost bending you in half but leaving your pussy in perfect display for him to devour it until you’re crying and cumming for the first time in his mouth.

Time seems to stop for the two of you, the sound of your heavy breaths being the only thing you can hear until Jungkook gets back to sucking on your entrance and lapping at your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet juices.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes when you start squirming and complaining about how sensitive you are. "Pussy tastes so good."

When he’s finally satisfied, Jungkook lowers your legs and spreads them apart to position himself in between them with no ulterior motives. He grins at you as he licks his lips and sucks the remains of your juices off his fingers. Your stomach clenches and you swear if your face could get any hotter it would, so you hide it with your hands.

"Hey, don't get all shy on me now," he teases, getting up and sitting on his knees in front of you to grab your wrists with one hand and pull your hands away from your face. "Thank you for trusting me."

“Thank you for loving me,” you reply and push him down with you.

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