@bloodsexanddreams Please Consider Making This A Series I Would Really Love To Read It

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You All Belong To Me

A/N: Hey hey y’all! This is a really quick drabble-ish thing I kinda threw together once the inspiration struck. If y’all like it (and I can find the energy -_-) it may become something more, who knows. It’s meant to be read with either of the boys in mind but I personally imagined Jungkook. Anyway, enjoy!

Word count: 455

Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of infidelity, yandere themes, possessive behavior

Requested: Nah

“You can’t keep doing this Y/N!”

It’s the third time this week he’s trailed you home, following you up to the door before proceeding to attempt to enter the house behind you. It’s the third time this week you’ve ignored and avoided him the entire time, instead silently rolling your eyes and quickening your step. It’s so tempting to turn around and put him in his place, but you know that’s ultimately what he wants. A reaction.

“I want to see my sons!”

The third time truly is the charm it would seem, as this time he manages to catch up to you, grabbing you by the arm roughly and spinning you around to face him. 

He’s as handsome as he always was, of that there’s no denying, except now his inherent beauty is marred by an ugly scowl and the stench of desperation and frustration radiating off him. 

“Get off me,” you speak lowly but firmly, shirking your arm away from him angrily. Taking a few steps back, you turn and begin making your way towards the door once more. 

Once again he catches you by the arm, instead pushing you up against your front door. Arms caging you in, he leans close, close enough until you can feel his warm breath fanning across your face.

“Let me see them.” His tone is dark, eyes even darker. He’s dressed sharply, as usual, Brioni suit crisp and well-fitting.

“No. You don’t deserve them. You don’t deserve any of us.” 

“I-…,” he stops himself before going further, hands coming up before slamming down on either side of your head, almost as a reflex. 

“I know, I made a mistake. But I don’t understand why you can’t just give me another chance-”

“You ran off. With my sister. MY. SISTER. There is no “second chance” after something like that.”

Your ex is quiet after that, jaw clenched unpleasantly. He leans back some, eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“Please Y/N…I just need another chance.”

Both of you are quiet momentarily, before you quickly turn on your heel and enter your house, locking him out.

He immediately begins beating on the door, shouting obscenities amid other unintelligible things.

Throwing down your bag, you sink to the floor with a sigh, eyes cloudy with tears. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you wait until he finally calms down to listen.

You can just barely hear him through the door, but his words send a chill so sharply down your spine it’s almost as if he yelled them right in your ear.

“You’ll regret this Y/N. You belong to me. You all belong to me. And no matter what, I won’t ever let you go.”

Quarantine

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 7k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, masturbation, sexual frustration, panty-sniffing, dirty talking, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing, mouth-fucking? idk if people see it as the same as oral, unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it, cream pie, probably some really bad writing since it’s my first time writing anything on Tumblr

Summary: you spend quarantine with your brother’s bandmate, how could things go wrong?

Disclaimer: I don’t own this picture. Credit to the respective owner :)

 ***

 You huffed as you hauled your groceries into your apartment – you were definitely not in the mood for this. With the abruptly implemented lock down that the government announced yesterday, people were panic buying to an extreme extent, and this made your weekly grocery shopping a nightmare.

 Unlocking your apartment door, you set the bags on your kitchen table and began hastily unpacking everything, hoping to get to your assignments quickly. How your lecturers expected you to submit essays when people are fighting over groceries is beyond you. Nevertheless, you made yourself a cup of coffee and plopped yourself in front of your laptop, already dreading the task at hand.

 As you opened a fresh Word document, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Contemplating not answering it, you reached in to check who it was. If it was your ex-boyfriend who had recently cheated on you, it was going straight to voicemail. However, it was your brother, Jimin. Smiling slightly, you clicked the little green button, and pressed the phone against your ear.

 “Jiminie,” you said softly into the phone as a greeting.

 “Hey, Y/N.” He replied, “Are you busy?”

 Glancing down at your laptop, you already made up your mind. “Nope. What’s up? Is everything okay at home?”

 Jimin phoned you, ever since you moved out at the tender age of 17, but it was very seldomly to just catch up. He was far too busy to spare three or four hours on the phone with his baby sister to talk about your respective days, even more so because BTS’s popularity has skyrocketed. Also, your conscious weighed on you a bit – with the lock down that was implemented last night, you didn’t get a chance to travel back home. He, on the other hand, did. Which meant that you were the only member of your family who wasn’t presently at home; and although you loved your alone time, you did miss your family.

 “Yeah, we’re all okay. How are things over there? Are people really fighting over toilet paper?” he asked, sounding rather confused. Which was understandable – I mean, who would inflict pain on another for toilet paper?

 “They’re fighting over rice as well, if that interests you.” You said, a tiny bit of humour in your voice. “But it’s okay. I tried to get some essentials so that I don’t have to go back to the store again anytime soon. Now I’m going to try and write an essay about Ethics. Ethics, Jiminie. How are we supposed to focus on coursework when we’re in a state of national emergency?”

 A few minutes go by, with you complaining about the insensitivity of the lecturers, and he patiently listens. Eventually, you stop, and he tells you the reason he called.

 “So, I kind of need a favour.” Jimin mumbled, which caused you to smile and roll your eyes. You knew your brother way too well. “And you’re my last option, Y/N.”

 “Wow,” you said, drily, mainly just to tease him, “and I though you just wanted to see how I’m doing.”

 “Come on, I sent you a meme earlier and I’m still waiting for a response.”

 “I just told you about the day I’ve had. I had no time to respond to any of my texts.”

 “Yeah, yeah. Whatever… So, you remember my bandmates, right?” he responds, getting you back on track. You just hummed in response. You’ve met the other members a few times, and you knew them enough to be on a first name basis, but that’s about it. “One of them is in a bit of a situation right now, with the whole lockdown thing. He needs a place to stay, and I was thinking that since you have an extra room in your apartment, and Min-Jung moved out, it wouldn’t be that awkward – “

 “Okay, I’ll let him room with me if you never say that name again.” You interrupted him, scowling. Min-Jung was your first serious boyfriend, and about a month ago, you had found him cheating on you. Consequently, you kicked him out your apartment, and had let your brother know that the two of you had broken up. Jimin still doesn’t know that he had cheated on you, and it’s a good idea to keep it that way.

 “Deal.” He said, happily. “I’ll send you Jungkook’s number. Text him your address. And please try not to be too awkward around each other. He could be your roommate for the next two months.”

 You scowled. “I am not awkward. Anyway, I’ve got to go and prepare the spare room. I kind of dumped all of Min-Jung’s stuff there.”

 After saying your goodbyes, you push your desk chair back and begin cleaning out the room next to yours. Trying not to cringe, you move all the random things that Min-Jung had left at your apartment. You even cleared out a wardrobe for Jungkook to put his clothes in if he wanted to. As you were putting the dumbbells away, you texted Jungkook your address. He almost immediately replied,

 [17:49] Jungkook: thank you! :)

 You shoved your phone back into your pocket and decided to once again start your essay. Only once you were seated at your sleek, white desk, did you realize how awkward it was about to get, in your own home. You had literally met Jungkook a handful of times, and even during those times, you hadn’t really spoken to him. He was rather shy, which (according to Jimin) was because he’s awkward around girls. You sighed, rather irked because it was too late to tell your brother and Jungkook that you had changed your mind.

 An hour later, as you were deep in concentration concerning your assignment, you heard a knock on the front door of your apartment. As you pulled the door open, you were met with a tired-looking Jungkook, who in his exhaustion, did not seem awkward.

 “Hi,” You said, softly, flashing him a small smile, and quickly moved out the way, so that he could come in. “Do you need a hand with your bags?”

 “Uhm… No, thanks, Y/N.” he replied, returning your smile. “I’ve got it. I think I’ve inconvenienced you enough already.”

 “I mean, not really.” You shrugged. Even though it was going to be awkward as hell, you were happy to help. “Where’s the rest of your bags?” You asked, peeping in the hallway. There was another duffle bag and a backpack left there. Before Jungkook could protest, you grabbed the backpack and slipped it on, so that you could carry the larger bag freely.

 You went back into your apartment and closed the door behind you, making sure you locked it. You turned around and found Jungkook, just standing there, not knowing where to go. You hid a laugh and showed him the extra room you had. As you set down his bags, he once again apologised for the entire situation.

 “Jungkook, it’s fine.” You said, exasperatedly, before saying softly, “Just… Try not to be awkward around me, yeah? You could be here a while and I don’t want you walking on eggshells around me.”

 Jungkook opened his mouth, probably to defend himself and say he’s not awkward, but closed it quickly, slightly pouting. You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, “Anyway, you look kind of tired. You can go take a shower and I’ll make us some dinner. I was thinking maybe ramen?”

 “You’re going to make me dinner?” he asked in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow,

 “Do you want to starve to death?”

 “I mean… No, obviously. It’s just that… That’s a very nice thing to do.” He said, beaming. You just laughed lightly and shook my head,

 “Shower.” You said, throwing him a towel. “You look exhausted.”

 ***

 A week or two have passed, and, surprisingly, you and Jungkook have been getting on quite well. Well, of course, you were kind of forced to, considering you were confined to a relatively small apartment, but nevertheless, it was kind of nice not being alone 24/7.

 There, however, was one small issue with the new living arrangement – you weren’t satisfying all your needs. Living by yourself sure has its perks, like being able to masturbate whenever, and wherever you wished. Now given your current circumstances, those wherever-whenever occurrences slowly vanished. You were becoming increasingly frustrated, and contemplated busting out your bullet vibrator, but you were too afraid of allowing Jungkook hear you accidently let out a moan. You froze – why did that thought, Jungkook hearing you masturbate, ignite a flame in your core?

 “Y/N… Hey, Y/N? Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, gently shaking your shoulder to bring you out of your confusing revelation. Once you realized what was going on, you jumped slightly, away from him, barely touching your forearm on the boiling kettle. You almost let out a curse, but the area was not badly hurt.

 “Do you want to ice that?” Jungkook asked, pouting. You shook your head and tried to keep any thoughts of him catching you in the act at bay. “I’m sorry I made you scared… You just looked like you were day-dreaming and you kind of zoned out.”

 “I’m fine.” You promised, smiling at him. “I was just – um – thinking of something. Anyway, let’s go watch that movie now, yeah?”

 You handed him the bowl of popcorn that you had made for the two of you and instructed him to pick a movie. Walking to the lounge, you placed two mugs of coffee on the table and got comfortable on the couch, next to Jungkook. You were for some reason very aware of how good he smelled. You were forcing yourself not to look down and acknowledge his grey sweatpants. You let out a deep breath and decided that this was about to be a long night.

 About halfway through the movie, your popcorn was finished, as was your coffee. But neither of you cared – the film was getting far too interesting to go and get refills now. As you let your hair down from its bun, a sex scene came on. You froze, not knowing what to do. This felt like you were watching this with your parents – you know, the awkwardness that ensues when you don’t know how to act? And you pretend to use the bathroom, or pull out your phone, just so that you can avoid the awkwardness? This is exactly what that feels like.

 Out the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook acting normal, so you decide to just focus on the movie. ‘You are two grown adults, and you do not have to be so weird about this stuff,’ you scold yourself in your head.

 Now focusing your full attention on the movie, you see the two main characters kissing one another roughly, clothes being discarded before they even make it to the bedroom. The next scene is the man kissing down the woman’s neck, leaving deep purple love bites. Your mouth went dry; you found hickies a huge turn on. It quickly cuts to the couple’s bodies being hidden under a thin, silk sheet, which only leaves their faces uncovered. The man thrusted firmly into the woman, which caused the latter to let out moans and whimpers. The next scene was with the woman on top, showing her riding her counterpart, and flipping her hair back. You felt yourself getting aroused, so you subtly crossed your legs, in an attempt to make yourself stop.

 Thankfully, the next scene cut to the next day. You enjoyed the rest of the movie, getting up to stretch once it was done. It was now around 11pm, and Jungkook looked like he was about to pass out.

 “Well, that was fun.” He said, yawning.

 “Anyway, good night, Kookie. Sweet dreams!” You replied, walking back to your room, with much more than just the movie on your mind. The flame that had ignited earlier when you were making coffee had not been put out at all – and your mind kept running back to the sex scene in the movie, making the heat in between your legs rather uncomfortable.

 You closed your room door behind you and let out a sigh. Your pent-up sexual frustration was at a tipping point. Biting your lip, you opened your drawer and dug around until you pulled out a hot pink vibrator, deciding that you’d use it once Jungkook was asleep, so that if you did let out an accidental moan, he wouldn’t be conscious to know that anything happened.

 An hour later, when you were sure that he’d gone to sleep, you pulled up some porn and put your earphones in. Laying on your bed in nothing but your bra and thong, you clicked play, then gradually ran your fingers in between your folds. Shocking yourself at how wet you were, you coated the vibrator in your juices before turning it on and pressing it against your clit. You let out a soft sigh – finally, you felt some relief. As you rubbed your clit with the vibrator, which almost completely made you arch your back, you began slowly pushing two of your fingers into your velvet entrance.

 Biting your lip from letting yourself moan, you pushed your fingers in further, almost until the first knuckle. It had been so long since anything had entered you that your pussy felt like a vice around your fingers. Letting the bottom lip in between your teeth go, you let out a small whimper, pushing your fingers in further. You began slowly thrusting your fingers in slowly, pressing the vibrator against your clit harder, moving it in circles. You felt a familiar clenching in the pit of your stomach, and let out an uneven breath, desperately working your fingers faster so that you could reach your climax.

 ***

 Jungkook had been trying to sleep, he really had, but as much as he tossed and turned, he just couldn’t do it. Eventually, he gave up, silently getting out of bed and walking out of his borrowed room, intending on maybe getting a snack.

 He made his way into the hallway, trying not to make a sound so that he wouldn’t disturb you. He realised that your door wasn’t fully closed, so he made to close it, but froze when he heard a soft whimper. His eyes automatically went to your bed, where you were with your back to him. Taking in your state of undress, his mouth went dry.

 Jungkook knew that you were attractive – hell, anyone with eyes can see that, but he always made sure to never check you out like that… Or at least, let you or Jimin catch him in the act. Numerous times, one of the other members caught his eye after he had run his gaze all over you. He distinctly remembers the third time you’d met the members – you had worn the tightest jeans that Jungkook had ever seen and a white tank top. He had all but let his jaw drop; ever since then, he’d been avoiding your eye, never looking at you directly, until very recently.

 But here you were, in your black lace thong and bra with a pink vibrator on your clit. He knew it was wrong to see you like this, in your most vulnerable state, but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze away from you. Craning his neck, he saw your fingers work themselves into your pussy, your entrance swallowing your digits greedily. He felt his cock start to throb, wanting nothing more than to pull your fingers away and make you cum on his dick.

 His eyes were still stuck on you as you let out another breathy moan, working your fingers even faster. He saw the way your thighs lightly shook, the way your chest ever so slightly heaved, and he knew you were close. Watching you cum was one of the hottest things he’s ever seen – your legs trembled, and you let out a tiny “fuck”.

 Hearing you curse was the awakening he needed to realise that he witnessed something that he shouldn’t have, and even though he kind of enjoyed it, he did invade your privacy. The little midnight snack long forgotten, he swiftly moved back to his room, mind racing with inappropriate thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your lingerie-clad body, trembling from your orgasm, and he just wished that it were him who had make you climax like that.

 He let his mind wander to what kinks you’d have – would you let him tie up your hands? Would you be opposed to dirty talking? Would you mind being overstimulated? That night, Jungkook went to bed, head swimming in thoughts of you and what you’d sound if you were moaning out his name.

 The next morning, Jungkook woke up thinking last night had been a dream. He heard you doing something in the kitchen and decided that he had just had a dream. He grabbed a towel, sighing dejectedly, and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

 He pulled off his grey sweatpants and opened the laundry hamper to discard his clothes but froze when he saw the black lace of your thong. So last night hadn’t been a dream after all. He knew it was wrong, but he’d already seen you cum, so he didn’t feel as bad about picking up the delicate material between his fingers. Biting his lip, he brought the thong to his nose and sniffed deeply – your scent really did smell divine. He felt his cock start to harden and let out a curse; he couldn’t even see you and you still had the ability to turn him on. It just wasn’t fair.

 ***

 You hummed softly as you made breakfast for yourself and Jungkook. After having rubbed one out last night, you felt much less tense and much happier. So happy, that you decided that you wanted pancakes for breakfast. Setting a plate for Jungkook opposite you, you poured syrup over your pancakes and dug in. As you took a particularly large bite of your pancake stack, Jungkook walked into the kitchen, shirtless, with another pair of grey sweats on and with his hair still wet from his shower. You swear, you almost choked at how good he looked.

 You couldn’t meet his eyes when he greeted you and sat on the opposite side of the table. You kept your eyes trained on your diminishing stack of pancakes, while Jungkook took his first bite of the syrup-soaked pancake.

 “So, Y/N, what are you doing today?” Jungkook asked, casually, twirling his fork, penetrating your gaze with his own. You found yourself unable to speak for a second, his dark brown eyes seemingly staring into your soul.

 “I, uh…” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll start making notes for chemistry, or something. What about you?”

 He just shrugged. Taking another bite of food, he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving in a manner that had you feeling some type of way. There was silence for a while, which you used to finish your coffee. Jungkook, for some reason, acted differently today, and you didn’t know if it was a good different, or not.

 “How did you sleep?” You asked, trying to make conversation, as you moved to put your dirty dishes in the dish washer.

 “Fine.” He said curtly, twirling his fork in his hand again. You frowned at his tone. He had never been like this before; of course, you hadn’t known him that long, but this behaviour is bizarre. You glanced at his plate of half eaten pancakes and thought maybe he was just trying to be polite, but he couldn’t stomach them.

 “You seem kind of…” You begin, then abruptly change your sentence, “Are the pancakes okay?”

 He stayed quiet for a second, then said, “They’re delicious, Y/N. I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

 “Is everything okay?” You asked timidly, moving to sit next to him, as he continued to eat his food. “Anything I can help with?”

 He stayed quiet, making you worry. He only answered when he had finished his pancakes. “Maybe we… Maybe we should talk.” He murmured, running a hand through his wavy, dark hair.

 You just looked at him, questioningly. He sighed, before turning to you. “I just wanted to say that I did not do this on purpose.” He said, quickly. “I… I kind of… Saw you last night while you were…”

 Feeling a rush of blood reach your cheeks, you almost cried out of embarrassment. Jungkook – your brother’s bandmate, for heaven’s sake – had caught you masturbating. Before you could open your mouth to apologize and run to your room, Jungkook picked up your chin with a single finger and forced you to look into his eyes.

 He saw your eyes filled with tears and quickly said, “Hey, gorgeous, don’t cry. You didn’t even let me finish.” He cupped your face with both hands and wiped a single tear that fell with the pad of his thumb.

 “What could you possibly say to make me feel less embarrassed?” You mumbled, lowering your gaze, wanting nothing more than the ground to swallow you.

 “Would you feel less embarrassed if I told you that I’ve never been that turned on in my life?” He asked, making your eyes snap to his. Did he really just say that? He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Would you be less embarrassed if I told you that I fell asleep imagining you moaning my name? Or if I pictured what you’d look like cumming from just my cock?”

 “Jungkook…” You swallowed hard, feeling your core flood with heat. His words alone making you blush a deeper red. He ignored you and carried on telling you his erotic visions.

 “Would you feel less embarrassed if I told you that I wondered what you tasted like?” He continued, breathlessly, nipping at your earlobe.

 “Why don’t you find out then?” You asked, a sudden surge of bravery. Jungkook froze, then pulled back and looked in your eyes. You weren’t blinking and you felt, rather than saw, Jungkook lean down to kiss you. His delicious scent engulfed you, as he took his time to connect your lips. You understood that he was giving you time to pull away if you wanted to, but after hearing everything that he imagined, you would be a fool to do so.

 Partially due to your impatience and partially due to your new-found bravery, you surged forward and crashed your lips to his. His large, rough hands fluttered around your waist as he ran the tip of his tongue on your lower lip, asking for entrance. Giving him access to your mouth, his tongue immediately found yours and began gently massaging it. Your hands found their way to his luscious locks and were entangling themselves in them.

 All too soon, Jungkook pulled away from you, leaving you breathless and him with your lip balm messily around his mouth. He looked you in your eyes, and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

 Immediately nodding and pulling him back to you so that you can kiss him again, he snaked his arms across your waist and pulled you into his lap, slightly calloused hands touching you anywhere they could. As he pulled you into his lap, you immediately felt his erection pressing into you, making you gasp. He took advantage of this and slipped his tongue into your mouth again. Your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing you to lightly grind into him, making him smirk against your mouth.

 He stood up, supporting your weight with his forearms and walked the short distance to your room, never once taking his lips off of yours. He gently laid you on the bed, before breaking apart only to take your tank top off. He discarded it carelessly to the side and reattached his lips to yours. Massaging your tongue with his, he ran his hands down your sides, before capturing the waist band of your leggings and slowly, pulling them off.

 Now being exposed to Jungkook in just your lacy mint-coloured bra and thong set, he broke away from you, to look down the expanse of your body. Looking down in between your heaving bodies, you saw the clear imprint of his dick against his grey sweatpants, which released a gush of arousal from your pussy and almost made you moan aloud.

 Jungkook surged forward, attaching his mouth to your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh, making you moan. He slowly made his way lower, leaving a few dark purple bruises in his wake and eventually, you felt him run a finger down your soaked panties, making you bite your lip.

 “Already so soaked for me, baby?” He asked, teasing lightly. You were shocked at how different he was in bed – usually he was on the shyer side, but now… He’s very clearly in his element. He didn’t wait for you to answer him, instead, he placed a kiss on your clothed sex, before slowly, teasingly, pulling down the now completely soaked piece of lace down the expanse of your legs.

 His attention now completely trained on your dripping core, he spread your folds with his middle and forefinger before licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit, making you sigh from the slight relief. He hummed at the taste of your arousal, allowing himself to be completely emerged in the act of eating you out like it was his last meal. Jungkook smirked when he felt you grip his curls in an attempt of your body to release some of the pleasure.

 He continued his oral assault on your soaking entrance, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles while his tongue forcefully darted in and out of you. Ever so often, Jungkook would alternate, sucking your clit and slowly pumping two fingers in you, preparing you for his cock.

 “Jungkook…” You whispered, feeling a familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. He just hummed and continued slurping at the new gush of arousal that had managed to escape your body. “Jungkook!” You tried again, then let out a moan, throwing your hand back, gripping his hair again.

 “Yeah, baby?” He replied, removing his mouth from your clit, with a smirk on his face, your arousal dripping down his chin. He thrusted his fingers into you forcefully, curling them slightly to hit your g-spot. Your velvet walls clenching around them, making Jungkook smirk even further.

 “Want…” You swallowed hard. “Want you in me. Wanna cum on your dick – oh, my God!” You struggled for breath when you felt him add a third finger to your honeyed entrance.

 “Hmm… How about you come on my tongue first, baby? Fuck, you taste so good. So sweet.” He said, curling his fingers in a come-hither motion, making him press hard against your g-spot, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. “Gonna come for me, baby girl?”

 You whimpered, feeling him remove his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. He continued to mouth-fuck you and rub your clit. These actions, paired together, brought you to your climax, making you cum in his mouth. Jungkook continued to slurp and suck on your juices, drinking it as if you were his only source of sustenance.

 “Fuck, you taste so good, Y/N.” He groaned, spreading your folds further so that he had more access to your juices. Once you had come down from your high, you pushed him off of you and brought his mouth to your own, hands entangled in his hair. Tasting yourself on his tongue was enough to send another gush of arousal to your core, feeling as if the whole ordeal was sinful.

 Slowly moving so that Jungkook was perched on the edge of the bed and you were now standing, leaning down to kiss him, while he kneaded your ass between his large hands. You slowly descended, lightly pushing Jungkook’s knees apart so that you had a lot of space between his legs. Jungkook pulled your hair tie off, so that your ponytail was now completely loose, and your hair was now framing your face. While he was doing this, you had tugged off his sweatpants and his pair of Calvin Klein boxers. Once his dick was free, you tried not to feel intimidated, but he was huge. You palmed him lightly, before looking up and making eye contact with Jungkook.

 “Fuck,” he cursed, making you want to smirk. He moved your hair so that he could see your face properly. “Always wanted to see you like this.” He said, breathlessly, as you licked a stripe from his base to the tip, before spitting in your hand so that you could move your hand up and down his shaft easily.

 “Like what?” You asked, innocently, making eye contact again while still pumping his shaft, mouth slightly watering from the desire to taste the pre-cum seeping from his weeping tip.

 “Completely naked, hair down, love bites on your tits and my – ” he sucked in a breath when you finally gave into your desire and sucked on his tip, swallowing the salty pre-cum greedily. You moaned in satisfaction and began to take more of him in your mouth. You ran your hands up and down the part of his cock that you didn’t yet have in your mouth.

 “And your what?” You asked, innocently, your mouth full of his cock. The oxymoron made another gush of arousal drip down your thighs. Jungkook groaned at the sight, wanting nothing more than to thrust himself into your mouth, cutting off your oxygen for a little while and then only pull out once you had tears streaming down your face.

 “And my dick stuffed in your mouth.” He said, breathlessly, gripping your hair in his hand. He felt your mouth turn into a smirk, deciding that you had enjoyed the light dirty talking.

 From your angle, Jungkook had never looked better – his hair was messed up from you continuously tugging on it when he absolutely decimated you with his tongue earlier, his eyes were shut tight, and his gorgeous, wonderful mouth was parted open. Just looking at him, you felt yourself get even more wet. You lowered your gaze to his toned chest and stomach; you definitely couldn’t wait to feel his defined abs above you as he thrusted into you.

 You felt the tenseness in his hips, and you could tell he was holding back. Realizing that he probably didn’t want to pressure you into doing something, you decided that he needed the indication that you were comfortable with him being a little rough – in fact, you wanted it. You took a deep breath before taking all of him in your mouth, burying your nose against his defined v-line.

 “Holy, fuck.” He groaned loudly, making you hum, being very happy to have made him react that way. You swallowed slowly, breathing through your nose so that you could keep his dick in your mouth for longer.

 Eventually, your lungs burned, and you pulled away from him, gasping for air, a string of your saliva connecting your now swollen lips to his angry red tip. You pumped his shaft once again, allowing yourself to get some oxygen before you looked up and pouted at him.

 “Jungkook,” You said, sweetly, causing him to groan and the faux innocence. “I want you to fuck my mouth…”

 He didn’t even reply, instead, he wrapped his hand in your hair tightly, making a makeshift ponytail, before thrusting himself into your mouth. The kept rutting himself into your mouth, making spit drip down your chin, making him moan even more at the sheer messiness of it all.

 “Oh, my God, baby you look so sexy like that for me.” He panted, as he gyrated into your mouth. He slowed down after a few moments, his orgasm pending. When you noticed that he was barely moving, you deep throated him again, making him groan loudly. You fondled his balls to increase the stimulation and this made Jungkook let out a low whine.

 “Y/N, baby, I’m about to…” he didn’t complete his sentence before he already shooting hot strings of thick, white cum into your mouth and down your throat. You gladly swallowed everything, savouring the taste of Jungkook. Even though he had already cum in your mouth, you kept sucking him, making him let out a string of curses.

 He gently lifted your mouth off his cock before bringing your mouth to his. Your tongues immediately reached out to explore the other’s mouth. You were pleased to see that you could still taste yourself on his tongue. Without even breaking your kiss, Jungkook lifted you to straddle him on your bed, his hands never leaving your ass and waist. You two stayed like this for a few minutes before he flipped you over so that you were laying against the pillows and he was hovering over you.

 “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked softly, which was completely different to how he was just a few seconds ago. His eyes searched yours to try and figure out what you were thinking. When you nodded and let out a smile, he returned it before reattaching his lips to yours.

 “How about you spread that pretty pussy for me, baby?” he asked, before nipping at your lip. You slowly opened your legs, making his eyes grow darker and darker with lust at each inch you separated your legs.

 Jungkook placed his forearm next to your face, putting all his weight on that arm, before gripping himself in his free hand. He slowly ran the tip of his cock over your folds and clit, leaving the lightest trace of precum, before lining up at your entrance and once again looking at you, silently asking for your consent.

 “Please, Jungkook…” You whimpered; your core seemingly set alight. “I want you.”

 He didn’t reply, instead he lowered his head and kissed you, before slowly pushing into your dripping pussy. You gasped at the feeling, feeling yourself stretch around his rather girthy length, and gripped his forearms, which were now both on either side of you.

 “You okay, Y/N?” he asked, breathlessly, when he was about halfway in you. You nodded, wanting more. He continued to push the rest of himself into you, until he was buried to the hilt, and his pubic bone was pressed against your swollen clit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before slowly dragging his dick out of you, making you clench around nothing. He realigned his tip at your entrance before pushing in again.

 “Holy, fuck, you’re so tight.” He hissed, once again dragging himself out. You whimpered at the loss of him in you, making you clench on his tip. He tensed, “I’m trying to control myself and you’re making this much harder, baby girl.”

 “Don’t control yourself them.” You whispered, running your hand down his tensed back. He buried himself in you quickly, before dipping down and biting your neck.

 “You might regret that.” He warned, before he really started thrusting into you. His hips began snapping into you harshly, drawing out torrents of moans and whimpers out of you. He moved with incredible speed, causing his pelvic bone to rub against your red, swollen clit, which only amplified the pleasure he was giving you.

 “Ah, Jungkook!” You moaned, loudly, scratching at his back. He hummed into your neck, biting the flesh while he fucked you senseless. He used his hands to wrap your legs around his waist, causing him to go deeper. Unbeknown to you, Jungkook had left hickies all around your neck and boobs while he was thrusting into you. Once he was satisfied with his work, he looked up and almost came right then and there.

 You had your eyes shut tight, mouth open, letting out your spew of moans, and there was the thinnest layer of sweat glistening over your body, only making you look that much more enticing. Seeing you look this fucked out while being speared on his cock gave him a renewed ferocity.

 “You look so good for me, baby.” He moaned into your ear. His thrusts had now become to hard that you were being pushed a little further up the bed with each one. “This better than your stupid vibrator?”

 “Fuck, yes!” You cried out, feeling your lower stomach flood with pressure, signalling your impending orgasm. Jungkook’s dick was reaching places of your core that had definitely not been explored by your toy. Every thick vein, every crevice and every ridge made their presence known in your pussy, causing you to repeatedly cry out.

 You began to involuntarily clench on his member, making him groan. “You’re gonna cum for me, Y/N? Wanna cum on my dick?”

 With your orgasm in such close proximity, Jungkook gyrated harder against you. Scratching at his back, you felt a rush of wetness gush out of you and down Jungkook’s member. With shaking thighs and tear stained cheeks, you pulled Jungkook down to kiss you, his sweaty hair threaded through your hair. He helped you ride out your orgasm before stilling in you, allowing you a few seconds to recover.

 “You’re doing so well for me, Y/N.” He cooed, moving your hair out of your face. “Do you think you can handle one more orgasm?” You immediately nodded, wanting nothing more than to please him. “Do you think you can get on your hands and knees, my sweet baby girl?”

 You did as he asked, moving quickly, making him chuckle. You pushed your ass in the air, making your back arch in the opposite direction. Seeing how you in this new position, Jungkook groaned. He lined up at your entrance before pushing himself in again, until he was pressed flush against your ass. He brought his hand up to your ass and roughly kneaded it, then began to thrust into you.

 In this new position, he somehow went deeper and felt bigger. He continued to pound you into the mattress, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You felt so blissed, so completely fucked out, that you began to slowly lose your voice at how loud you were moaning.

 “Jungkook!” You moaned, choking on your tears of pleasure. “Fuck, you’re fucking me so good.”

 “Should’ve fucking done this a long time ago.” He groaned, pulling your hair hard, making you snap up to him, your back pressed against his chest. “Should’ve fucked this tight, wet pussy so hard that you were screaming my name years ago.”

 Jungkook kept rutting into you, making his balls snap against you. Your moans and cries were accompanied by the sound of skin hitting on skin. He had your hair pulled so tight that your neck was pulled flush against his own. With his free hand, he slipped two fingers into your mouth, on which you greedily sucked on. He removed his fingers from your mouth and replaced them on your clit, rubbing hard.

 “Shit, Jungkook, I’m cumming!” You cried out, letting him push you back into the mattress, as he continued his assault on your pussy.

 “Cum,” he snapped, “Cum all over my dick, baby girl. Fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice.”

 Your muscles seized up, body trembling as your orgasm forced its way out of you for the third time today. You felt Jungkook’s hips stutter as your orgasm dripped out of your hole, completely ruining your sheets. He flipped you over so that you were facing him, and you saw the way his jaw was clenched that was he was close. You brought his face closer to yours and began clenching on him harder, knowing that he needs his release.

 “You fucked me so good, baby.” You whimpered into his ear, making him pant. “Now cum for me, Jungkook.”

 A few seconds later, he let out a strangled moan as his hips slowly stopped its relentless pace. “Y/N, I’m going to cum.” He warned, “Where do you want me to – ”

 “Cum in me, baby.” You encouraged. “Cum deep in this tight pussy.”

 Before you could utter another word, you felt him tense above you and then you felt ropes of hot, thick cum coat your entrance, accompanied with Jungkook’s melodious moans. You lay there for a few minutes, both of you catching your breath.

 You played with Jungkook’s sweat-soaked hair as he lay on you, his dick still deep in you. Both of your chests were heaving, indicating just how much energy both of you had spent. Without speaking, he flipped you both so that your head was laying on his chest, and his hand was running down the expanse of your thighs.

 Slowly, he picked up your head and kissed you deeply again. His tongue gently massaged yours, distracting you from the fact that he slowly slipped his half-softened dick out of you, allowing his cum to slowly seep out of you.

 “I wanted to do that for the longest time.” Jungkook admitted, breathlessly, his dark hair being pushed out of his face by you.

 “Well, why didn’t you?” You asked, curiously

 “You never made a move on me. You were never alone for me to make a move on you. Also, your brother would’ve killed me.”

 You quietly laughed, as Jungkook cuddled you further, now and then kissing you. About ten minutes later, as you sat in silence, he got curious,

 “What are you thinking so much about?”

 “Honestly? I’m wondering why I used a vibrator when I had you in the next room.”

 ***

quiet kisses

synopsis:

it’s hard keeping a secret from your seven-year-old son, especially if it’s your relationship with his uncle jimin, your best friend for as long as your remember and someone who only recently did you begin dating. or alternatively, the one where you and jimin do it in the room next to your son’s with the hopes that you’ll be quiet enough to not get caught.

pairing: jimin x reader

word count: 4.5k

rating: 18+

content: fluff | best friends to lovers au | established relationship au | kinda secret relationship au | ft. flight attendant!jimin

warning/s: smut (this fic is peak pwp lmao) | swearing | mild dirty talk | switch!jimin | oral sex (f. + m. receiving) | handjob | fingering | breast play | finger sucking | nipple sucking | top!reader | unprotected sex (this is fiction y’all always be safe!!) | basically trying and failing to be quiet during sex 🥴

✎ author’s note: again, i have no words for what goes through my mind sometimes i- sksks though as always,,, pls let me know what you think !!

“Uncle Jimin!” your son runs towards Jimin as he enters your home, Jimin kneeling down so that he can greet Jihoon with the same level of enthusiasm, momentarily dropping the paper bags he was holding so he can hug him back.

“Hey there, buddy.” He chuckles.

“How was Italy, Uncle?” Jihoon asks immediately as he pulls away. “Did you eat lots of pizzas? And pastas and—”

“Woah, woah, you might be forgetting that I went there for a job, kiddo, and not for a vacation.” Jimin grins. “I barely got out of the hotel even—but yeah, I got to taste a legit pizza, I’ll give you that.”

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Genre: Fluff, Smut, if you squint and look closely, a little bit of humour.

Word Count: 5.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Words: 12,780

Warning: Minor assault. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Damn this turned out way longer than expected, but it’s finally here! Yay! After how many months of me saying it’ll be posted soon over and over again lmaoo. My apologies about that, life got crazy and I was severely demotivated to write this story for the longest time. Anyways, I’m glad it’s done now, though I think the first half is a bit slow to start. Hopefully it lives up to everyone’s expectations! Loosely inspired by X-Men. As always, I do not believe Jimin, nor any member of BTS would act like this. This is just my interpretation of the archetype. Feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!

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Genre: sinful[ly well written] smut. Literally zero plot.

Word Count: 9k

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(A/N): I had fun with this one

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