Nvm I Am Done With Hw, I Won't Drop Out Peeps

nvm i am done with hw, i won't drop out peeps

Now that the era of the Wife Guy is ending as more and more men cheat on their wives, I just wanted to quickly say

you ever look at a girl n think how the fuck are you that pretty

the new dhmis episodes awakened a new blorbo in me i think

Ayo not you making a masterpiece girlie, you too good with smut 😌

Curse | jjk (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: established relationship, smut

Word count: 800+

Warnings: literally smut without a plot, switch jk, dom reader in this sense, Jungkook is whiney, handjob (m), Jungkook looks at reader’s nudes with consent, boobies nudes, ass nudes…that’s it

Summary: With you gone for work, Jungkook grows impatient and decides to help himself out with the thought of you.

Notes: I’ve been writing one shots and deleting them because I’m a perfectionist, but I promised myself to post this one to get some feedback! So, all feedback is welcomed!

P.s: this is low key all over the place, but bear with me. I’m kind of all over the place right now too.

Oh, he looked like such a pathetic little slutty boy.

Mind occupied with having you home so you could take care of him.

And he felt like one as well.

Time read 2:33 am on his phone, right above the picture of your perky tits displayed on his screen.

You were away for work, working late hours again to pay for school like always. Usually, Jungkook could wait for you to come home to help with his…issue. However, he was impatient.

Plus, the tightening in his pants was getting too suffocating.

He was hesitant to fix his problem. Perhaps he was worried to be caught and teased to death for pleasuring himself without even waiting a few extra hours.

In his defense, Jungkook had you on his mind all day. From those cute voice messages that showed off your pretty sexy voice to the teasing messages you sent just to rile him up.

You were captivating, alluring, and amazing all at once. And he needed to be inside you now.

Reaching over the nightstand to open the drawer, aimlessly grabbing his AirPods to connect to his phone.

If he was going to jerk himself off, he needed some motivation.

Clicking out of his pictures, he goes onto to Spotify to look for a certain song that reminded him of you to a perfect ten.

The Internet’s Palace/Curse begins to play in his headphones, though he skips it to Curse because of its tempo.

It reminded him so much of you on top, riding his slow with him under your curse. It nearly has his breaths unequal, brining a soft smile to his lips.

Swiping back to his nude pictures of you, the tight fitted black t-shirt that once covered Jungkook bare chest was between his teeth by the hem.

Finally, his tattooed hand rubs softly at his chest and down his smooth abs. Peaking from the band of his boxers, his happy trail shows on his v-line. Though, he doesn’t waste any time on unbuckling his belt.

The clicking of the metal sounds the room until he pulls down his pants past his thighs, having his boxers still sit on his hips.

A sigh of relief leaves his lips, eyes flutter shut when he wraps a hand around his cock over the thin material.

Of course it felt nothing close to your touch, but it was enough to leave him thinking of you.

Pushing his hand underneath the band of his boxers, he grabs his cock from the base and slowly moves his hand up and down. Precum leaks from the tip, giving just enough lubricant for immersed pleasure.

Jungkook relaxes against the pillow cushions, teeth biting harder on his shirt as soft sighs and moans leave his lips. His eyes stare at the screen, studying the way your ass could barley fit in his hands. Or the way your tits sat pretty when you gave him a handjob in the next video of his camera roll.

It was enough to have his hand move faster, eyebrows furrowed from concentration of this mental fantasy. The pictures, videos, and music was the key to have him completely memorized on the thought of you.

Feeling his foreskin drag when his hand goes from tip to base has him in complete agony for your touch. The quick thumps of his fist hitting his stomach sounds the room, letting it be the music filling the empty room while soft tunes plays in his ears.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out shakily, his fist tightens onto his phone before releasing his shirt from his lips.

At this point, he didn’t care who could hear or if you’d walk in. He was too far gone in the pleasure.

Twisting his hand on every stroke has his hips rising up to meet his fist. It embarrassing how desperate he was to cum. Though, it was more so embarrassing to hear those whiney little gasps and moans whenever he felt his cock throb against his hand.

The tip of his cock leaks more drops of precum, become slick and fast as the sound of his movements grow louder and louder. No longer did Jungkook whine quietly, your name was groan out every so often when he felt his climax approach.

“A-Ah please baby–baby,” Jungkook whimpers.

Jungkook’s mouth opens slightly, eyes squeezed shut, and brows furrowed that he completely falls apart. His chest rises and falls from panting, cums coaxing his hand of thick white stripes of cum. It was euphoric, the feeling, to have a climax with you in his mind.

Even a soft smile appears on his lips of pure satisfaction, having his hand take out his AirPods to have a sound of keys at the other end of the room.

“You’re so dirty,” your voice echoes throughout the room. Kicking your shoes off, you crawl onto the bed with a smirk big enough to have Jungkook’s smile disappear.

He didn’t know if he was to feel ashamed or excited. Though, you on the other hand, was delighted to see that your boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Guess you really couldn’t wait.”

i made a uquiz to find out what kind of gf you are