Butterfly (m)

Butterfly (m)

synopsis: he’s been watching you. waiting, stalking his prey. waiting for you to tangle your pretty little wings into his web. chasing you. hunting you. making you play his games until you realise the truth that lies behind your eyes.

j.jungkook x f.reader

୧ ‧₊˚┊: wc: 3.6k

୧ ‧₊˚┊: genre: yandere, serial killer au, college au, dark content

୧ ‧₊˚┊: content: yandere!killer!jk, dubcon, predator / prey, manipulation, fear play, mask kink, slight sub space, slight knife play, strangers to lovers, “public” sex, drug use (alcohol), mentions of blood / injury, threats, allusions to kidnapping, dom!jk, fingering, rough sex, he’s mean but still sweet, obsessed!soft!jk at the end <33

୧ ‧₊˚┊: notes: found this in my drafts back from halloween and i never posted it! so here you go, to hold you over until my long fics are done <33 halloween fic in april lmaooo

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Bum. Bum. Bum.

Your heartbeat is in your ears, pulse racing. It was too loud. Everything is too loud. It’s all you can hear. It’s all you can think about as your heels dig into the harsh forest floor. Your shoes long since been abandoned, mud caking your feet as you try to run. Tries to escape from the demon that had set his sights on you.

Him.

Fuck. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It really wasn’t. It was just supposed to be a fun halloween party! You didn’t really even know if you wanted to go to it or not. But your friends convinced you with the promise of free drinks and guys that were ‘cute enough’ for some random frat.

What they failed to mention? The simple fact that house was in the middle of nowhere. On one side a lake, the other a massive forest.

Like a pretty little trap meant to catch girls like you. Web tangled in the trees just watching for the prettiest butterfly to find its way into. To be caught in the den of monsters that lined every wall of the ancient house.

You were already disturbed when your friend's pretty jeep turned off the main roads, trailing through the woods. Realising just how distant from the rest of society you would be. How every bump of the car sent your little heart into a deeper flutter of anxiety.

Still, you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t want to ruin the night— for yourself or your friends. You trust them. They promised it would be fun. Plus! Their boyfriends were going to be there! So nothing would go wrong!

Yeah. It really wasn't their fault that a lunatic set his sights on you. Wasn’t their fault you started dancing with a man in a mask. Let him lead you to the backyard for a smoke, dumbly followed him deeper into the woods to see his favourite spot. Let him stuff his fingers into your little hole without even seeing his face, knowing his name.

Nah, you did all that on your own. Just a little kitten being led to the slaughter house.

“Okay babydoll…” He breathes into your ear, pumping two fingers deep inside of your cunt. Skirt that was barely covering anything pushed too far up your hips, showing the whole forest just how tight your walls cling to his fingers. How wet you are. How desperate you are for more.

“We’re gonna play a game, yeah?” You’re hardly able to respond, consciousness laced with toxins from earlier that night. Flush to your cheeks evidence enough of just how much you drank— the series of events that led you to this exact moment.

One he had been planning for awhile.

He smiles, throat letting out a low, almost nonexistent laugh. Slowly circling your clit with his thumb, almost mocking the way your back arches. Finding amusement in the way your fingers cling to his arm as his thrusts continue all to slow.

You’re needy, too needy. He knows that well enough. Can tell with the way your hips start to rock, start to squirm. The way your body starts to get bratty on him while your mind is too far in the clouds to realise the position you’ve found yourself in.

You’re cute. Too cute for him to take another second of this. Too cute for him to hold back anymore.

Wouldn’t want you getting too bratty on him anyway, would he? Then his personal treat, the slice of cake he's been waiting weeks to cut into will have to turn into a punishment. Ruin all the fun he’s worked so hard to prepare.

“‘Gonna need you to run into the woods. Fast and as far as you can…” He groans under his breath, the mere thought sending blood straight to his cock, filling his mind with nothing but pictures of you dirty on the forest floor, “And you gotta do your best to stay away from me yeah? Cause if I catch you… I gotta kill you and I wouldn't wanna have to do that… You’re too pretty to kill, you know?”

Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with him? What is he even talking about?

You try to process– try to understand the words that run off his tongue. But it's unfair, everything is stacked against you as he slides the mask off his face. Gives you a first look at his deep brown eyes. Lets you see how gorgeous he is for the very first time.

He didn’t even give you a chance to recover before he started counting down from 30. Doesn’t even move his hand away from your dripping cunt until 20– the expression on your face just pathetic. So close yet so far from the finish line.

Your race was nowhere close to its end. He’d make sure of it.

It wasn’t until his hand found your hip, gently tapping against the skin that your brain even had the chance to attempt processing his words. Figure out the exact meaning behind them while his lips continued to count down with each syllable.

Such pretty pink lips. Maybe he would let you kiss them if you tried hard enough. If you lean up just right maybe he would–

Wait. Wait. What’s happening? What did he say to you?

Your eyes glance down to your thighs, vision dazed as you try to figure out the object that suddenly pokes at your flesh. The sharp tip grazing your soft skin as you take in the metal; polished to perfection. The deep black handle resting securely in his palm, holding himself back.

Your eyes widen, familiarity cresting your features.

Shit. Shit!

You don’t even think about grabbing your own knife until 15, hand quickly reaching for your hip where you keep it tucked away. Too bad he had already taken it, knew the tool you always carried with you well.

Shit, his own personal little Nancy, huh? Perfect for him.

Survival instincts had to take over for you, forcing your feet to the ground. Urging your skirt down as low as it could possibly go as your legs take off in a direction you hope is the house.

Everything is all too much, it’s not enough. Every little sound is getting to you, making you feel like you’re going crazy. Making you feel like none of your senses can be trusted. Like nothing can be trusted except for the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

The woods– everything looks the same. You can't distinguish one thing from the next but you know you hear something getting closer. Too close.

If his words meant anything you need to keep fighting, keep trying to live. Even as pain stabs into your toes, sticks break under your feet. Even as you’re stabbed by bushes.

It was like the forest itself was out to get you. Like whatever beast behind it is your real enemy in all of this.

Maybe you can pretend it, maybe in your alcohol-addled brain that’s a little easier to manage than the man running behind you. The one with hunger in his heart that only your soul can satiate.

You try, you really do. But your legs can only move so fast. Can only take so much abuse before they start to slow. Lungs can only inhale so much air before they want to collapse.

Too bad he’s done this before. He can run.

And just as you start to be able to see the lights from the tree line, just as hope starts to fill your little heart, you’re forced into the dirt. Two arms wrap around you from behind, tackling your frame to the ground.

Your back presses against his chest as he keeps you there, his face right next to your ear as he pants. Breathe heavy in your ear, hearing the way it cracks every once and awhile as he tries to catch his breath. Lips almost on your ear while he keeps you there. Keeps you trapped under him.

Everything is starting to conflict in your pretty little head, body telling you to get away. Try to get him off. Wriggle your hand— anything out to try and fight back. Try and get away before he keeps his promise from before.

Yet, with every movement, every slight twist of your spine or kick of your legs under his heavy frame he only presses tighter, deeper against you. Presses his cock against your barely covered cunt. Makes you feel every inch of him that he plans to stuff inside. Make you unable to breathe while the rocks dig into your skin.

You put up a good fight, you really do. Better than anyone else. It’s too bad everything is going just a little bit haywire behind your eyes. The world starting to feel like a burden as you try to push away the arousal rushing to your gut.

Shit, you should be scared. Should be petrified of the psycho that took you into the woods, the psycho that threatened to kill you no more than ten minutes before. One that had a knife pressed to your skin and a scythe around your heart. But the chemicals in your brain are mixing into something that you can’t comprehend, can’t describe.

Everything feels like too much, he feels like too much and you have no clue what to do. Head completely gone to mush.

It’s almost easier that way.

“Almost got away, doll. But don’t worry. I’ve got you now.” His voice is rough, harsh as he tries to catch his breath. Teeth clamping against the crest of your ear, hips rolling against your cunt without a care in the world. Especially not for the state of your head. Not for the little world you find yourself slipping away into.

Too many extreme emotions happening will do that to you, won't they? Make you so confused that you’ll just take whatever you can manage. Even if that means plunging his blade into your pretty little heart or fucking you until your pussy wouldn’t even consider another filling it.

He prefers the latter. Too pretty for the former, huh?

He can feel the shift in your frame– one of extreme discomfort, entirely tense to one of a docile little pet put on display. The shift behind your eyes as everything becomes too much, little too difficult to understand. As you slip away just enough to make any feelings of pleasure elevate to new extremes. Let fear spur you on.

The only thoughts in your head are ones filled with him. The way it should be. Exactly should be.

Your hips move again, their last attempt to break free from his spell. Their last attempt to try and get away from the maniac. Yet it does nothing more than press his cock harder against your ass, the mock of a grind against the surface that leaves a pretty little mewl spilling from your lips. A grunt catching in his own.

Wow, you actually surprised him.

“Shit, not patient at all huh?” He smiles, lip quirking as he removes his body from you. Removes the only warmth provided in this hell.

You won't run. Not if you know what's good for you.

He doubts you do– led you right into his arms tonight. But that's okay. He can take over for you. Take over everything.

Hands grip your hips, pull you back against him. Let you imagine how sweet he could fuck you if you just behave. The soft rocking of hips against your own, the gentle way he moves compared to the way he holds you heavy on your mind.

You can’t help the moan that spills past your lips. The way your back arches to meet him better. No one could blame poor little you. No one could blame your mind turning off for just a little bit. Not when he has you. Not with the rough texture of his pants pushing against your cunt. Not with the ruined orgasm of before.

Arousal makes your panties stick uncomfortable to your skin. A disturbing wet patch forming against his own pants where you meet. A flutter erupting in your gut at the way he groans. Way he moves you with such ease.

He really could kill you if he wanted to.

You’re not sure if the realisation scares you or spurs you on.

It scares you more to know that it's the latter.

“I’m not either.” He huffs, air thick with fog, “Been too patient for you. Too fucking patient.”

He grunts, pushing your hips back. Back arching even farther against the forest floor. It almost hurts, it’s almost painful. Not that that really matters. Nothing matters when he grips the flesh of your ass, pulls the cheeks apart. Gets a good look at the mess he’s made of you. Can see clearly how wrecked his little girl is.

Pretty panties sticking against your cunt, thighs wobbly from all the effort of tonight. Shit, if he just hooks his finger under them, pulls them to the side he’ll get to see you all. Get to see your puffy lips, fluttering little hole. Get to fuck himself inside while you just lie there and take it. Get so drunk on his cock you might just fall in love.

Shit, maybe you already have, huh?

Good.

He forces your underwear to the side, stares in awe at the way your slick sticks to them. Imagines how pretty they’d look stuffed with his cum. How you’d tumble around the house, not letting a drop spill just for him.

Because you would know it’s what he wants.

“All of this for me?” He smiles, rubbing his thumb through your folds. Collecting your essence, spreading it around all messy just how he likes. How he knows you’ll like soon enough.

You can only whimper, clutch the ground as your head spins. Tries to catch up with every little menstruation he makes. Tries to figure out what exactly is happening. What words he’s saying. How to get him to stop, if you want him to stop.

A shiver runs down your spine. You don’t think you do.

You’re not sure of anything anymore. Only the sound of a zipper running down, the shuffle of pants forced off hips. The hard head of a cock running against your folds like it owns them. Like it was made for them.

The stretch as he forces himself inside. The way it burns, stings with effort. The short, forceful movements as he fucks himself inside. Makes home in your cunt for no one else but him. Makes you unable to think of a soul other than him. Ruin you for all other men that come after.

God he must be big– how fucking big? You have no clue. You wish you could see. Look into those pretty, crazed eyes. Focus on the little mole under his lip as the pain turns into pleasure. Morphs something dark in your brain to like it, to take it just like a good girl. Make you crave him more than anything else.

But instead you stare at the dirt. Hands clutching at the surface as he fucks himself inside. Deeper and deeper with each slow calculating thrust. Fucks you full of whatever twisted definition of love he possess. Makes you see the light, the exact shimmer in his eyes. See that this is the only way to truly live.

“Shit, baby,” His voice is low, deeper than before as his hips finally meet your own. Finally fills you with nothing else other than him. “Been waiting too fucking long for this. Had to make me wait, huh? Fuck.”

His voice harsh, grip bruising as he tries to hold himself back. One last measly reprise he’ll allow you. One last second he’ll give you before he makes you completely dumb. Makes you see what he knows you need to.

“I-I don’t~” You whimper, though the words fall on deaf ears. Not that it mattered anyway, you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. Didn’t know anything except for the way your walls clamp around his cock. Body begging for him, urging him to start and never stop.

He sighs, dramatic, “Little slut, huh baby?”

A harsh thrust punctuates his words, jolting your body forward as you cry. Impatience, ecstasy? He isn’t sure which. Only can notice the way your fingers clench and unclench in the dirt. The way your pussy flutters around him.

“Aww…” He soothes, hips dragging out of your cunt before slowly thrusting back in. The pace slow, antagonising, “Poor thing is having a hard time…” His hips quicken a hair, pretty sounds falling from your lips at the movement.

“Gotta tell me what you need, baby. I can make it all happen then.” A low kiss is placed against your shoulder, the world crumbling around you.

You break.

“Please…” Your voice is soft, too soft, but he hears it. Feels himself cracking as you beg, feels himself lose his mind entirely.

Beg for him. Want him.

His hips suddenly snap, fucking himself into your cunt with force you never thought a human could possibly manage. Fast, hard. Pumping his cock into you to search for his own pleasure. His own release. Forcing you to take it, take all of him while you try to keep up. Try to find your own pleasure in the tangle of limbs.

You hate how easily you do. Or maybe you love it.

“God, fuck.” He can’t suppress his own moans, the feeling of your pussy wrapping so tight around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth is too much. Fills his head with even more nonsense about love. About destiny.

His hips would never even consider stopping. You feel too good. Feel too tight around his cock, feel like he should never stop fucking you. Keep you there forever.

“So perfect. So perfect for me,” His breath is harsh, his heart racing as your little sounds only spur him on. Let him know just how good you feel. Just how far you’ve fallen. Just how much farther you’re willing to drown in all things Jungkook.

“P-Please!” You whine, hips arching further. Moving him into the perfect position to scrape against your g-spot with every rough pound of his hips. No clue what you’re pleading for. No clue what you want other than him.

Don’t even know his name. Nothing other than how incessantly you crave him.

“Fucking brat.” He cusses, eyes pinching into a glare as you somehow clamp down tighter. Walls pulling him back in on every thrust. Milking him for everything he’s worth. Making sure you both know your place in this. Know your place after it, too.

“God, been waiting for this haven’t you?” He groans, hips stuttering. He’s too close, “Been waiting for me to fuck you like the pretty doll you are? Make me take everything from you?”

You can only manage a whine in response, cunt fluttering around him. Obsessing in his praise.

Maybe his words are true. Maybe he’s known the exact type of person you are since the moment he first saw you. Maybe he’s right. This is where you’re meant to be. Meant to be with him.

“Shit, yeah. I fucking knew it.” His voice cracks, “Call you a minx but we both know that isn’t true. Just don’t know how to think until you’re stuck on the end of a cock.”

His thrusts somehow pick up speed. Fuck you harder, deeper. He’s sure he could place his hand over your tummy, feel himself fucking you. Shit.

“My cock.” He growls, voice heavy in your ears.

You can't take it anymore. Can’t take another second of it. Nerves tied tight into knots explode, white dotting the corner of your vision as you moan for no one else other than him. Pleasure courses through your veins, pussy pulling him as he falls apart alongside you. A tsunami pulling you under, making it hard to breathe. Making you feel dead and alive at the same time.

Maybe the forest gods were the ones tormenting you. Making you feel better than you had ever thought possible before. Allowing you to see the light of the stars dancing in the sky, so far above the clouds with his cock still pressed so deep inside. Floating through the air as your orgasm runs through you.

He’s no better. A shell of a man as he slowly fucks him cum deeper into your cunt. As deep as you’ll allow. Marking you. Claiming you. Making sure you know your place, even as you finally collapse onto the floor. Finally come back to reality. Poor body too spent to focus on anything else.

It’s okay though, you don’t have to worry. Not about a thing.

He’ll take care of you. Fix you up nice and pretty for your next lesson. Take you away to his apartment, make you fall in love for real. Keep you there, with him, just like you’re meant to be.

Make all of the sick sides you try to hide come out to play. Make you realise you’re just like him.

He wouldn’t kill you. Ever. Even if he had killed the others, none of them matter. He’s been waiting for someone like you for so long. Itching to bring you home. And finally, finally you had fallen into his trap. His perfect little butterfly, caught in the web. Ready to be corrupted by the vicious spider. Ready for your wings to be clipped.

“Mine.”

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⋆ TAGS — mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ain’t shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc don’t play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, she’s lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jk’s a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too

⋆ WORD COUNT — 6.2 k

‘Something’s not right.’ Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his “best friend”. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a “girl” best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.

“No girl, you’re gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.” They’d say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..

Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldn’t even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with “y/n”. Sujin wants to think it’s a childhood thing, maybe that’s why they’re so unnaturally close.

“Oh.” Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujin’s beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesn’t go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.

What are you a child? Sujin’s NOT liking this so far.

“So,” Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, “how’d you guys meet?”

You smile softly back at her, “My brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.”

Sujin nods slowly, “Ohh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or what’s the deal?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I saw her manga books and we bonded over that,” he keeps it curt, like he’s not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), “we started chilling and yeah.” Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like he’s bored already.

“He kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!” You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.

“Uh-huh, Bayonetta..” Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, “Uhh well, I think it’s getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.”

You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, “I see.. I hope to see you again, you’re really nice and pretty.” You coo, “Jungkookie’s super lucky to have you,” Sujin appreciates your sincerity but she’s not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.

“You didn’t bring your car didn’t you?” Jungkook suddenly says, “C’mon I’ll drive you.” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.

Sujin’s jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.

“Jungkook.” Sujin snaps, “I think she’s got it don’t you think?” Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. “What?” Sujin raises a brow.

You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, “I can call an uber no biggie.” You say softly.

“Hey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?” Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ‘request’, like she didn’t have that ride ready to order.

Jungkook does that thing when he’s pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesn’t back down. “..Yeah, I’ll walk you out then y/n.”

“It was nice meeting you.” You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkook’s hand over your hip.

Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand you’re the sweetest thing ever but c’mon you can’t be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you weren’t trying to get with her boyfriend.

Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. He’s telling you something and you’re looking at him like he’s hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.

“Fucking prick.” Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. “What the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.” She lightly hits his arm.

Jungkook sighs deeply, “What? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I don’t see the problem here.”

His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, “Jungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you don’t seem to give a shit about that, I’m the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. It’s fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.”

“And yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally that’s everything everyone’s been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isn’t brand new to you Sujin.” Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, “That doesn’t make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I don’t give a fuck Jungkook, you’re either with me or you’re not.” She snaps, “So tell me now before I waste my fucking time.”

Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sujin tilts her head, “Okay, what?”

“It’s over.” And just like that Sujin’s jaw drops for real this time, she’s utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, “Bye.” He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.

Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, “What the fuck.” She whispers.

.

(Not even an hour later.)

“Okay, this one or this one?” You held up two different babydoll dresses—one white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, “The white one.” He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).

“I thought so too!” You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, “Okay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?” He doesn’t even answer cause he’s busy laughing at something on his phone.

“Jungkooookkk,” you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.

You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesn’t react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. “What’s up? Hm.” He murmurs.

“I needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.” You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, “You’re mean.”

“Am I?” Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.

Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads down…you know where..

“Mm-hm, ‘s not nice to ignore me.” You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkook’s humble opinion).

Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ‘n there, “It isn’t huh,” he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.

You shake your head and come down so that you’re chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. “No,” you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.

“No.” He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone that’s meant to sound like you, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ‘n you don’t want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,” he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.

“You’re mean! I’m not talking to you for ten whole minutes.” You huff angrily and get off his lap, “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” You’re whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.

“My bad, my bad, I didn’t realize you were still upset over the shoes.” He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, “C’mere I’ll make it better.” He waves his hand, “C’mere! I’m not joking!” He laughs because you look at him incredulously.

You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, “No, I have to pack remember?” You’re shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.

“Yeah, yeah.” You don’t even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, “If I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckin’ pouting?” He smirks.

You nod vigorously, “I want one here, here, and here.” You tap different areas on your face.

“I said one, not fucking five,” he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, “dumb little thing you are.”

“They don’t count as real kisses.” You smugly reply.

Jungkook smirks, “Oh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.” Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

You’re lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. It’s the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like you’re meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.

You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until he’s hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm–Jungkook, wait,” you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, “Sujin.” You softly say while playing with his hair, “What ‘bout her?”

Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, “Who?” He replies to which you grin back, “Hm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.” He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.

He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.

“J-Jungkook..!” You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.

He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesn’t stop him because he’s then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. “Oh..!” Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.

Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, “Turn over baby,” he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, “arch that pretty back for me, yeahh like that—low.” He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.

He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. “Pull ‘em to the side,” he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till they’re right under his balls, “How desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?” He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, “Bad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.” You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.

“Yeah?” Jungkook licks his lips, “Gonna let me have it?” He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, “Push me in baby.”

You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesn’t make a move to shove himself deeper or anything—he stays perfectly still.

“Jungkook!” You turn to glare back at him, “S-Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.” Jungkook grins while biting his lip, “You know what I wanna see baby, don’t play dumb.”

You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. There’s a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you would’ve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little ‘mm’s as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.

“There you go, bring it back for me,” he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.

Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, there’s a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.

Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.

“So messy,” he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, “hear that?” He grunts, “Sloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesn’t hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He licks his lips, “Baby loves having her holes filled up doesn’t she?”

You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.

“Answer me.” Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.

“Mmph–y-yes..!” You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.

“Yea,” he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, “you love it don’t you? Can’t get enough of this cock.” He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.

“Too much? Where you goin?” You don’t realize you’re actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, “You can take it baby, don’t run.” He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.

In fact he follows you down till you’re laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, “Gonna cum? Hm?” He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t go stupid on me.” He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.

“Yes..!” You gasp breathily, “S-So, so close..” Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesn’t stop.

Jungkook coos, “So close,” he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, “go on, cum on this dick.”

Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.

“Fuuckk,” he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, “good girl,” he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.

His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, “Shower?” He asks softly.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod still face down in the sheets.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now, you’re just ready for bed at this point.

+

You can’t help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you don’t know but you’re barely even awake after that rough fucking.

You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each other’s company instead. Jungkook’s hand came to rest over your thigh like that’s his permanent spot.

So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongi’s managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoon’s excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jimin’s knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoon’s talking with Yoongi about something you can’t bring yourself to care for.

You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like you’re about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.

“Hm?” You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.

Jungkook pats you, “C’mere, want you on my lap baby.” He mutters as quietly as he can.

You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.

“Shh.. not a peep or else I’m gonna gag you with your panties.” He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.

“Jungkookie–”

“Jungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?” He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, “Good girl.”

“If they look, I’m not stopping. So if I were you I’d keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.”

He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. “Can you..?”

“Can I what?” He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, “Hm?”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, “Want something in me, I feel so empty Kook..” You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.

Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.

“Take my cock out,” he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.

His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. “Don’t tease..” He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.

You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.

“Slow,” he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.

You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?

You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys you’ve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the ordinary.

“You can sleep now.” Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. You’re not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.

“G’night..” You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you’re a good girl he’ll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.

.

“So hot..” You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.

Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didn’t mind.

Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoon’s lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoon’s gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to see—veiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.

“Namjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?” You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.

“I dunno,” He shrugs while stroking over your foot, “environmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?”

You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, “I think they’re cute.”

“Why don’t you find one and give it a kiss then?” Namjoon smirks in amusement, “Maybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.”

“Not funny.” You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.

You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, “Owie let go, you’re squeezing my freaking bone.” You giggle.

Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, “My bad, my bad.” He raises his hands in surrender, “You can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?” He grins.

“Ugh you’re also mean.” You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. “You and Jungkook.” You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.

Jungkook finds you two like that. You’re tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoon’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you’re just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.

“Hey.” Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.

“Back already,” Namjoon hums, “where’s the others?”

“Out, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckin’ hot so I came back, we didn’t do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.”

You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, “Did you bring me anything?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, it’s in the bag.” Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.

With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. “Where you going?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.

“Sunbathing.” You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.

It’s hot as hell but you don’t care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.

You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly don’t bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says “oh shit really” and then Jungkook tells him everything.

“..giving… chance… again..?” You can’t make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.

“Can someone bring me my phone?” Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, “Please?”

Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. “Look at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?” Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.

“Yep, it’d be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.” You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.

“Yeah..?” He murmurs low. It’s glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. It’s like you didn’t even have to try with him.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears into the house.

You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, “The boy is mine, I can’t wait to try him,”

+

Maybe Jungkook’s the one trying you right now. It’s not even nine am yet..

Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, he’s got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care though, he’s got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.

Your clit’s just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.

“Oh..” You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.

He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.

Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so he’s going to get more.

“J-Jungkook!” You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.

There’s a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussy’s literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. You’re shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.

“Wait,” you sob and reach down to grip his hair, “ ‘m so close..! P-Please, please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for—go, stop?

The heat in your tummy builds quickly and you’re teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You can’t even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.

“Okay?” He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.

You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, “ ‘m okay.” You softly reply.

He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. “Kiss?” You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. He’s very much happy to oblige of course..

You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and they’re glossy from spit. He doesn’t let you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows you’re a little slut for it.

You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you don’t like it, Jungkook’s not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.

Body to body, you’re rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. It’s mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..

Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, it’s bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, “just like that..” He mumbles darkly.

You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.

“Look so pretty like this,” he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, “prettier down here too.” He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.

You let out a long “mm” as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. He’s got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.

Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where you’re connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.

You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, he’s been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and you’re going to change that.

“Jungkookie,” you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, “wanna ride you,” you pout, “can I pretty please?” You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.

“Yeah,” he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.

You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, “No, you lay back and let me do it.” His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, “I wanna make you feel good too..” You pout and wiggle around in his lap.

Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, “Fuck–okay, yeah,” he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.

Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like he’s having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.

“Mm–fills me up so good,” you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, “can feel it so deep in my pussy.”

Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, “Yeah? You like knowing you’re the only one taking my cock like this huh,” he smirks, “ ‘s all yours baby.”

You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, “Mine only.” You nod, “Not hers,” you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, “Right?”

“Only you.” Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that you’re grinding over his cock the way he likes, “Always yours.” He murmurs.

You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.

Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.

“F-Fuck..” You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.

Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, “Fuck keep going baby, almost there,” he whispers breathlessly, “you can do it.”

You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It’s mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.

Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until he’s filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that you’re on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.

“My pussy hurts.” You softly whine while looking back at him.

“My pussy hurts,” he mocks softly, “but who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.” He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that you’re laying with him, “You okay?” He chuckles.

You hide your face in his neck and nod, “Nap now, food later?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He grins.

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Ungodly Hour (2)

You’re encouraged by Chaeyoung, your roommate, to use Jungkook thirst for you to your advantage. Part 1

Word Count: 2.314

Warning: smut, dirty talking, thirsty jk as always, also simp jk, facesitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, semi-rough sex, jimin and mc are friendemies,

“Bitch.” Jimin murmurs beneath his breath as he passes you and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“So sassy.” you quip, a smirk forming onto your lips.

“Don’t listen to him.” Jungkook pipes in, holding two cases of water bottles in his arms. You furrow a brow, eyes admiring (in secret) how the veins on his arms pulse. “He’s just mad he had to help bring the groceries in.”

Jimin drops a few bags against your kitchen table and rolls his eyes. “I was promised breakfast. Instead I’m walking up three flights of stairs to put food in your kitchen.”

Jungkook scoffs, placing your water gently by the other two packs already on the ground inside the kitchen. Chaeyoung is excited, already putting away the groceries Jungkook - generously - provided. The cabinets were already full enough and she hadn’t even made it to the fridge or freezer. She could kiss Jungkook for the month supply of food - but you were already repaying him.

“Sucks to suck.” you shrug your shoulders when Jimin passed you again with even more bags. 

“You would know a lot about sucking.” Jimin retorts. 

“You want to fuck me so bad, Jimin.” you laugh and the comment catches Jimin completely off guard. He flushes, but you don’t want to tease the man any more.“You’re just upset, Jungkook  kicked you off of his account.” you cross your arms, and this struck a nerve in Jimin.

It was a month ago when Jimin had texted you - getting your number from Chaeyoung - just to tell you that you were everything but a civilized human being. Why? Because you had complained to Jungkook that whenever you were watching something, Jimin also was. And that meant - to satiate you - Jungkook had removed Jimin’s devices from his account and changed the passwords.

“I was binge watching The Real Housewives!” Jimin snaps. “But I suppose pussy is worth our friendship.” the man crosses his arms, eyes glancing at Jungkook. 

“You’ll get your breakfast.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. He rummages through his sweats and grabs his wallet. He hands Jimin a black card. 

“It’s the least you could do.” Jimin glances your way and rolls his own eyes. He leaves without a second word and all you could do is giggle.

“Do you have anything planned today? Classes?”

You shake your head. You were completely free today and have done so to repay Jungkook for his generous donation.

Jungkook nods. His eyes glance to Chaeyoung who is still happily organizing the insane amount of groceries. She’s humming to herself with a grin on her lips. 

“When is she leaving?” Jungkook murmurs, a red tint on his cheeks. He doesn’t want to come across as desperate - but that’s exactly what he was. He had replied far too fast to your tweet (and of course he would, he had your notifications on, afterall) and raced to the Supermarket first thing in the morning. 

You stroll towards Jungkook. You wrap your arms around his waist and knit your brows. “I can’t kick Chae out. She lives here, too.”

Jungkook nods, defeated. “We can watch a movie-”

“No.” Chaeyoung calls from the kitchen opening. “I’ll put my airpods in and put the rest of the groceries away. Don’t let me stop you from fucking his brains out.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, flushing even a deeper shade of red. Chaeyoung speaks as if Jungkook isn’t there, her eyes solely on you. “Make sure you go multiple rounds. He bought everything name-brand!”

Jungkook tilts his head. 

“Let’s go!” you sing-song, grasping his hand to race towards your room. You open the door and close it behind you and Jungkook. 

“You guys must’ve been starving.” Jungkook jokes, his hands immediately on you. 

“A little.” you murmur, capturing your lips with his own. Kissing could be considered intimate, but at this stage, you were fucking Jungkook for about anything and for nothing. Sometimes you two weren’t even doing that - you watched movies together, studied whenever needed and just enjoyed each other's company. 

“Why didn’t you ask sooner?” Jungkook presses open mouth kisses upon the skin of your neck. He’s already dipping his hands beneath your pajama shorts to feel your ass.

“Just got on birth control.” you respond when he pulls your shorts off of you completely. You fall onto your bed. “Decided to use it to my advantage.”

Jungkook groans, hovering above you. That means that this didn’t have to be a one time thing - he could cum in you as much as you’d let him. “You don’t need to do anything for me, you know?” Jungkook lifts your shirt from your head, discarding it to the side. Your breasts fall freely and he’s already pressing kisses upon them. He does the same to his shirt soon after. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. You never want to admit that his words get to you. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good heart (and dick) for making you feel things you weren’t suppose to feel outside of sex .

“You must waste so much money on all these girls.” you attempt to sound unbothered by his words. His tongue is already swirling your nipple with his thumb pinching the other. “Fucking s-simp.” he’s grinding against your heat, the friction perfect.

“You know you’re the only one that has access to me.” Jungkook pops your nipple from his mouth. He proceeds to lick, eyes flickering to you. You press yourself tighter against his clothed cock, grinding against it. 

“I don’t.” You do - but it does something to you to hear him say it. Maybe it was an ego thing - a pride. It makes your head big just knowing that Jungkook would do anything you asked and expected next to nothing in return.

“You do, Y/N. You know you’re my girl.” Even if the agreement was to keep things completely sexual, to everyone but the two of you, this was a relationship. You hung out outside of sex far too often for this to be a regular friend with benefit type of situation - but it was like the blind leading the blind. “You wanna sit on my face?”

You nod your head hastily. In seconds, Jungkook was beneath you, tugging your underwear off so you could sit on him like he asked. The first time he requested it, you felt indifferent. You never sat directly on anyone before and you were afraid to suffocate him. However, Jungkook insisted and since then, sitting on his face has been your (and his) favorite position to try.

Jungkook isn’t the one to waste time. He’s suckling onto your clit with ease, hands gripping your thighs in place. He loves it more when you grind against his tongue - he enjoys watching you tremble with pleasure. He has the perfect view of not only your leaking pussy, but your breast and your beautiful face. It was the perfect position for him.

You were a truthful person - you’d give Jungkook his flowers. The man is insanely attractive and whenever you sat on his face, you could never last too long. Jungkook always insisted on watching you - he stated he loved the way you always crumbled for him. How you’d moan while grinding against his tongue.

It’s what Jungkook’s doing now. He locks his eyes with yours. He clenches your thighs as an unspoken response. 

“S-Stop looking at me.” you whine. You lift your hips, but Jungkook doesn’t allow it. He pulls you back down against his tongue.

“You’re always so stubborn.” Jungkook muffles between your legs. He’s flicking his tongue between your folds. “I know you’re about to cum, baby. Stop being so embarrassed.”

You mentally groan because of course there it was. That word. Jungkook knew how to fluster you - if he meant to do it or not. 

“Fine.” you grumble.

Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Now ride my face.” he says. He closes his eyes to not further fluster you, even if he did want to watch you cum right in front of him. 

You do as you’re told, grinding your hips against his tongue. Jungkook holds you in place, silently encouraging you to continue. You can feel the familiar bubble deep in your stomach and your hips pick up the pace. You release a deep moan, eyes fluttering close.

Jungkook takes a peek at you, feeling his cock twitch. So beautiful you were. He could watch you like this for as long as you’d let him.

Jungkook knows you’re going to cum once your moans become high pitched and your hips jerk. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your face as you come undone, his cock basically begging for a release.

You feel tired when you move yourself from Jungkook’s lips. You fall against your bed with a sigh.

Licking his lips, Jungkook hovers above you. “Tired?”

You nod your head. “A little.” you always were after cumming on his tongue. It was inevitable. 

Jungkook nods. “You hungry? I can…make us something?”

You groan once more. There he was again being nice and doing things to your heart that he wasn’t supposed to do.

“You can after you cum inside of me.”

It’s hard to ignore the bulge in Jungkook’s sweats.

“You sure. It’s okay-”

You slap Jungkook’s chest, interrupting his speech. “Shut the fuck up, Jungkook.” you hiss. “You’re too nice.”

Jungkook snickers. “You want me to be an insensitive asshole?” Yes you did. It made things easier. You told yourself (and Chaeyoung) that you wouldn’t fall for this nice boy act and become far too gone. He made it hard. Offering to make you cum was different than cooking for you.

“You do.” Jungkook hums. “Is that some type of kink?”

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Maybe I just want you to be a little rough sometimes.”

Jungkook smirks, understanding your tone. You were closing yourself off because you were flustered - and the only way for you to calm yourself was to insult him.

“If that’s what you wanted, it’s all you had to say, baby.” Jungkook pushes his sweats down and kicks it off. His bulge is entirely too huge inside his underwear. “I’d do whatever you ask me to do.”

Shit. There he was again. Jungkook knew what he was doing.

“Turn around.” Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Since you want to be treated like a whore, I'll do just that.”

You may have turned entirely too quickly, but you couldn’t help it. 

Jungkook positions himself at your entrance. “Let me know if I’m too rough, okay?”

“Stop being a pussy.”

Jungkook only chuckles. 

Jungkook then enters you, you’re so wet that you take him far too easily. He begins his pace brutally, pushing your face down into your pillows. He keeps one hand tangled into your hair while the other grips your hips.

This was new. No, Jungkook wasn’t technically vanilla. He could be rough when needed - but this? This was a new side of Jungkook that has you clenching around him. With each thrust, he hits a nerve, sending you more and more over the edge. 

“No back talk?” Jungkook huffs, cracking his hips to fuck into you deeper. 

You want to tell Jungkook to go fuck himself, but then he pulls your hair back in a way that has you whimpering for more. 

“You always insist on being a bitch.” Jungkook releases your hair to wrap his arms around you. You feel his lips upon your neck, his hips never halting their abusive thrusts.

“But even if you are a bitch, you know I love it.”

“S-Shut up.” you whimper.

Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he flips you onto your back so he can watch you while he fucks you. 

“No.” Jungkook spits, continuing the same brutal pace. He has your knees touching your shoulders, the new position allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. “You don’t like it when I'm nice to you. You want me to treat you like some whore.”

Your eyes are rolling now. There’s no way Jungkook could be fucking you entirely this good that you’re unable to form words.

“But you aren’t some whore to me, Y/N. You know you’re still my girl.” Jungkook places a kiss upon your cheek. “So I’ll treat you like a bitch in heat now, then I’ll cook for us, yeah?”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for your response. He leans back and places his thumb upon your clit. He begins to rub, determined to make you cum again.

You’re stuttering, jerking away from Jungkook, the overstimulation completely unbearable. 

“Stop running, isn’t this what you wanted?”

So pretty, Jungkook thinks. You could be a bitch sometimes, but it’s what he likes about you. He enjoys the playful bickering he entertains and your feisty attitude. He enjoys it even more when he does entertain you in these little games you play just for you to lose at your own game - much like how you were now.

Jungkook’s thrusts are sloppy once you cum, a twitching mess beneath him. Your eyes are rolling and you’re no longer trying to hide your moans.

Jungkook presses his lips against yours, grunting into it while he gives one last thrust. His cum shoots inside of you, coating your warm walls.

It takes a few minutes for Jungkook to lay beside you. He feels just as tired as you must’ve felt earlier, panting low to himself.

“You still hungry?”

Your eyelids are fluttering closed, suddenly heavy. “Sleepy.” you murmur, laying your head against Jungkook's chest. 

Jungkook wraps an arm around you. “You’re also so cuddly after a good fucking.” he teases. 

“Fuck you.”

“I will after our nap.” Jungkook laughs. “We have all day for me to turn you into my little twinkie-”

Your body heats up and you slap Jungkook’s chest, but once again, all he does is laugh.

duplicity | jjk (m)

summary: one thing you shouldn’t be doing is fucking the enigma that is jeon jungkook—just seven days after he broke your sister’s heart  pairing: jungkook x f reader  genre: drabble-ish, smut, pwp, angst, enemies to lovers (kinda), taboo themes rating: 18+  word count: 4.8k warnings: lotta swearing, sexual tension, betrayal, angst, seven!jk, the laundromat from seven mv (warning in itself 🥵), double pierced lip!jk, pet names, nasty dirty talk, making out, hickeys, jk loves her 🍑, explicit smut so oral (f receiving), breast play, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, dom!jk, big dick!jk, doggy, spanking, clit stimulation, choking, hair pulling, degradation, manhandling, dacryphilia, implied tummy bulging, denied orgasm, exhibitionism, voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie (SORRY ITS PURE FILTH)

a/n: um hi so i know i was on a lil hiatus but seven utterly destroyed me n this was the aftermath.. oopsie daisy i hope y’all enjoy! 🙈 pls lmk what you think!

a/n 2.0: thank you to my sav (@jeonjcngkook) for coming along this crazy ride w me & for making the most stunning banner,, i love you so very much 🥺

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“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” 

An all too familiar timbre broke through the humming and whirring of washing machines and tumble dryers; immediately shifting the mood within the laundry room of your walk-up apartment building. 

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, keeping your back facing him as you continued to pluck your clothes from the basket, organizing them into two piles of whites and colors. You didn’t dare acknowledge his existence—why would you? 

That would only cause more trouble. 

And if there was one thing that Jeon Jungkook consistently brought into your life (most of time against your own will)—it was trouble. 

The sound of heavy weighted footsteps approached from behind you. “Are you really giving me the silent treatment?” 

Were you giving him the silent treatment? Abso-fucking-lutely. It was either complete silence from your end or the world’s most intense screaming match. All you’d wanted to do since he ended his six month relationship with your older sister of two years last Wednesday night, was to shout an obscene amount of cuss words and insults in his smug little face. He deserved the smack down of the century; a harsh knock off his self imposed pedestal.

But your sister had practically begged you to leave it be, as she still quote-on-quote ‘loved him’, whilst hiccuping through chesty sobs and shoveling spoonfuls of Ben & Jerry’s into her quivering mouth. 

You reluctantly complied with her wishes, despite wholeheartedly disagreeing. No matter, you kept your word and satisfactorily avoided hunting Jeon Jungkook down for seven whole days. 

Although now your self control is going to be tested big time. 

Once the last item of clothing had been sorted, you filled the basket with the delegated whites and propped it up onto your hip. 

As you approached the washer, you heard Jungkook scoff. No doubt he was either tonguing his cheek or chewing on his double pierced lip; a habit you’d noticed over the months he was your sister’s boyfriend. 

“Are you seriously gonna act like I’m not in the fucking room?” 

Frustration was clearly evident in his voice and you felt triumphant knowing that you were getting under his skin without even really trying. Jungkook always wanted to be the center of attention; expecting all eyes on him at all times. It was one of the reasons why you so desperately wished to give him a piece of your mind and obliterate his massive ego. 

Closing the door of the washing machine, you pulled out the tray and turned to reach for the laundry detergent—big mistake. 

Jungkook was perched (more accurately manspread) on the table where you’d left your belongings, his gaze transfixed on you. And only you. His plump lips were curved up into a knowing, self-assured smirk. 

He looked irresistible and it made you loathe him even more. How could somebody look so fucking attractive in a white wife beater, a loosely zipped up gray hoodie and ripped dad jeans? It simply wasn’t fair. Stop gawking at your sister’s ex! You internally chastised yourself, snapping back to reality and scowling in his direction. 

“Can you move? I’m trying to do my laundry.” You huffed in annoyance, hastily reaching for the detergent before your wrist became encased by a tattooed hand twice its size. “What the fuck? Let go, Jeon.” 

Jungkook swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, “why have you been avoiding me like the plague?” 

You scoffed in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me right?” 

Tugging you forward by the wrist, Jungkook pulled your body between his parted thighs which evoked a breathy gasp from the back of your throat. 

“I don’t kid when it comes to you, honey.” Good god, that fucking nickname. “I’ve wanted to see you all week.” 

You wished you could put your pussy in time out for clenching at that stupid term of endearment. How could your body betray you already? This is your sister’s asshole ex boyfriend! The same prick who shattered her heart and crushed her soul last week. 

Flashing him a curt frown, you roughly tugged your wrist out of his grasp and stumbled backwards to break your close proximity. “Hm, well I can’t say the same about you.” 

Jungkook’s pierced lips broke out into a broad grin. “Liar,” he mused, hopping off the table and backing you up against the row of washers, “if I know you the way I think I do… you’ve been wanting to chew me out all week because you love putting me in my place.” 

How the fuck did he know that? “You don’t know shit, Jeon.” 

“No?” He murmured, eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and delight. “Pretty sure I do. And I’m pretty sure your sister told you to ignore me because she knows.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows and folded your arms across your chest, trying to create some kind of distance considering how fucking close he was to you. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were shielding you from viewing the rest of the room and good lord, was it stifling. 

“What do you mean she knows? Know what?” 

Leaning his forearm against the top washer, Jungkook had you trapped. He ducked his head down so that his lips grazed your earlobe. You felt his hot breath and almost instantaneously your skin blossomed with goosebumps. 

“She knows I had eyes for her pretty little sister instead.” 

Your heart rate increased rapidly, thundering against your rib cage. You could feel the blood rush to your ears. The fuck? Did he really just say that? Unraveling your arms, you placed your hands against his toned pectorals and gave his chest an almighty shove. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Your words came out in a breathy rage, eyes ablaze as you stalked towards the table to resume your laundry. Oh how you wished you never opened your mouth. You should’ve pretended he was invisible. You should’ve never entertained him. 

Jungkook quickly slid an arm around your waist and spun you expertly into his chest. “I love when you’re pissed at me, so fucking sexy.” He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You repeated, majorly scandalized while mildly turned on. “You were still dating my sister just over a week ago!” 

He hummed in response, his hands snaking down your backside and curving around the globes of your ass, “so? A lot can change in seven days, honey.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat when he gave your ass a squeeze. “You’re such a fucking dick.” 

“Mm,” he chuckled, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? Getting fucked with my dick.” 

“Yeah ri—” 

“The bedroom walls aren’t soundproof, pretty girl. I know you were thinking of me when you’d fuck yourself with those vibrators.” 

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. Oh shit. 

“Wha—” 

Jungkook squeezed your ass again, this time pressing himself flush against your body. You were now chest to chest, face to face and the sexual tension was so fucking thick that you were beginning to feel dizzy. 

“Tried to act so high and mighty when really you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” He drawled smugly, lips finding your jawline and he nipped at the skin there. “Can’t blame you though, we look so fucking hot together. Way hotter than me and your sister.” 

You thwacked his shoulder for the comment but didn’t push him away this time. You couldn’t find the self control to remind yourself from the situation any longer, not when he was deliciously sucking below your jaw. “Why are you always so cocky?” 

Jungkook released your skin with a pop, smirking at the reddish bruise with satisfaction. His eyes glistened with amusement, “why wouldn’t I be? I have the cock to back it up.” He rocked his hips against yours then, allowing you to feel exactly what he meant. His bulge was impressively large, hard and throbbing through his jeans. 

You swallowed a moan, “Jungkook…” 

“Fuck,” he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, “fucking love it when you say my name. So pretty, so hot, so good.” His hands were making their way from your backside to your thighs now, causing your skin to tingle.

“You need to stop. This isn’t right.” You weakly tried to be the voice of reason, bringing your hands to the fabric of his gray hoodie in hopes to push him away from you. 

“Why does it feel so right then, hm?” 

When you felt his hands rubbing your clothed inner thighs, you ended up shrugging the zip-up hoodie off his shoulders instead. Call it instinctual desire, since your body fully went against your brain at that moment. The garment hung loosely around his impressive biceps, showcasing the glorious tattoo sleeve on his right arm and exposing the long silver chain dangling around his neck. 

Your eyes drifted from his body back up to his face and you felt your clitoris pulsate at the smoldering way he was staring at you. Jungkook gazed at you like he was a starved man and you were his first meal. The way he was devouring you with his eyes render you speechless and prompted you to clamp your thighs together. 

No words were exchanged between the two of you for approximately a minute before your mouths clashed together in a heated kiss. Jungkook hoisted you up onto one of the washers located in the middle of the laundry room, ironically the only one that was mid-cycle. 

You involuntarily gasped into his mouth, your body instantly reacting to the vibrations from the washer. It was stimulating your lower half much more than you cared to admit. Your hands clutched at his wife beater, holding the man as close as physically possible. 

Jungkook smirked against your lips, relishing in the way you reacted before stealing your breath with the most scorching kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and teasing behind your teeth whilst one hand busied themselves with unzipping your jeans and the other cupped your left breast. 

He was everywhere; invading your senses and claiming your body in a way you’d only envisioned late at night when you would touch yourself. This whole scenario was taboo and so fucking wrong, yet you couldn’t recall the last time you were this turned on. Your mind was totally fogged and your pussy was leaking like a broken faucet, undoubtedly soaking your panties. 

“Bet you’re dripping for me,” Jungkook mused huskily, expertly shrugging the denim down your thighs and rubbing his index finger over your clothed slit, “fuck. You’re drenched.” 

He wasn’t lying. You were absolutely saturated. Your panties were undeniably ruined. “Do something.” You complained, bucking your hips as he rubbed his fingers over your panties. 

“Bossy,” he chuckled with mischievous eyes, “love putting me in my place like I said.” Jungkook removed his hands from the apex of your thighs (despite your whines) and cupped both your clothed breasts. He squeezed and kneaded at the soft mounds, producing soft, breathy moans from the back of your throat. 

“Touch me.” You pleaded. 

“I am touching you, honey.” His cocksure smirk was basically audible. 

“Fuck off Jeon,” you hissed through gritted teeth, trying to hold back your moans but it was practically impossible when he lifted your shirt and expertly tweaked your nipples through your bra. “Please touch me properly.” 

Jungkook wasted no time in peeling your shirt from your body, discarding the garment somewhere on the table with the rest of your (now abandoned) laundry. He dipped his head down to where your neck met your shoulder, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along your skin as he unclasped your lacy bra. 

“So fucking pretty.” 

You whimpered when your breasts became exposed to the cool air of the laundry room, shifting your weight on the washer that was still slightly vibrating as it continued its current wash cycle. You wondered if Jungkook had planted you here on purpose. 

Seconds after your bra was flung away, you mewled when you felt the cool contrast of Jungkook’s piercings against your peaked nipple. The heat from his tongue swirling around your areola left you shivering, head knocking back as he suckled on your tit. He groped at the other one, rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching it to tease you. 

“Jungkook!” You resorted to a moaning mess, bucking your hips in desperation as he played with your breasts. “Please.” 

He released your nipple at your plea, dropping you a cheeky wink and then proceeded to kiss down your naked upper body towards your clothed center. Your hands found purchase in his long, raven locks, grasping at the strands. 

His skilful and beautifully inked fingers hooked the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy material down your quivering legs. Jungkook husked out a groan at the sight of your glistening pussy; wishing he could capture the moment in his brain and keep it there forever. 

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” he tsked, “soaking wet for your big sister’s ex boyfriend. What would she think if she saw you right now, hm? What would she do if she saw her sister naked with a greedy pussy craving my cock?” 

Your cheeks burned at the degradation. The hair that resided at the nape of your neck prickled at his provocative words, meanwhile your pussy clenched around nothing. That little traitor loved his filth and wanted nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his girth. 

After a few heavy breaths, you finally managed to answer him: “I don’t wanna talk about her.” 

“Oh?” Jungkook’s eyes twinkled naughtily. He took both hands and spread your legs even further, lifting them up over his broad shoulders. “You don’t wanna be reminded that you’re being a little whore? It’s okay baby, I like you even better like that.” 

Without warning, Jungkook dived straight into your wetness. His lips suctioned around your engorged clitoris, sucking the sensitive bud into his hot mouth. 

“F-Fuck!” 

The man between your thighs hummed in approval at your response, absolutely feasting off your juices and your breathy moans. He groaned lowly when your fingers carded through his hair before yanking hard on the strands. You were tugging him closer and Jungkook was absolutely here for it. 

He dragged his nose along your slit, teasing you briefly before finally giving you what you so desperately ached for: his tongue. 

“So fucking good.” 

“Jungkook.” All you could do was whimper his name unabashedly. 

He lapped his tongue at your slick folds, slurping obscenely. The sound was so lewd that usually you would’ve flushed in mortification—but you were far too dazed to give a shit. He was making you feel better than any of your battery boyfriends ever could. 

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Can’t believe I wasted my time on hers when I could’ve had this.” 

As if his words weren’t enough, the way Jungkook waggled his tongue up and over your aching cunt was more than enough indication that he immensely enjoyed eating you out. 

“God!” You whimpered, fisting his onyx colored locks. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” 

Jungkook loved the way you begged for him. He growled gravelly in approval, dipping his tongue inside your seeping hole in hopes to have your thighs squeeze around his head. “Like fuckin’ hell I’m gonna stop. S’obsessed with this pretty cunt.” 

You tightened around him almost immediately, crying out his name desperately. 

“That’s it pretty girl,” he rasped out encouragement, “keep saying my name like that and I’ll let you come.” He replaced his tongue with two long fingers then, curving upwards against your snug walls. He located that spongy spot inside you within mere seconds, jackhammering his digits in a delicious rhythm that had you keening. 

You practically sobbed out his name, head thrown back and breasts bouncing in perfect sync with his handiwork. You were a fucking sight to behold and Jungkook knew that this wouldn’t be the only time. It couldn’t be. He needed to have you every single fucking minute, every single fucking second. Twenty-four-seven, seven days a week. 

“Wanna come,” you strangled out through a string of high pitched moans and squeaky whimpers, “please lemme come.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook chuckled against your heat, quickening the pace of his fingers. He knew you were close; it was so fucking obvious. The way you were clawing at his scalp and grinding shamelessly against his face was proof in the pudding. “Gonna come for me? Gonna make a mess on my tongue like the dirty little slut you are?” 

You weren’t sure what compelled you to squeal—either the way he grazed your g-spot or the nasty words that fell from his spider-bitten lips. Or both. 

The familiar tightening sensation that pooled in your lower belly only got more intense as Jungkook ruthlessly fucked your cunt with his inked fingers. You were so close and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that this orgasm was going to hit you like a tsunami. 

Your moans increased in volume and octave as you climbed higher and higher—only to have your climax ripped from you within milliseconds. 

Lifting your head up to meet his mischievous expression, you gaped at the man inexplicably. “What the fuck?!” 

“Such a dirty mouth,” Jungkook chuckled in self-satisfaction, bringing his moistened fingers to his lips and sucking off your juices, “for someone with such a sweet pussy.” 

You glowered at him. How fucking dare he not make you come? 

“You’re a bigger dick than I thought.” You hissed in his direction, shoving him back by the shoulders. You didn’t dare gawk at the swirls of marvelous body art that covered his arms—now wasn’t the time to appreciate his body when he just denied you of what would’ve been the best orgasm of your life. 

Grinning devilishly, Jungkook reached behind his head and shed his wife beater from his upper body. The way he peeled off the material was nothing but sinful and your pussy squelched at the motion. He stood before you in nothing but his ripped jeans, the denim hanging low on his trimmed waist. 

You wanted him bad. And you absolutely hated yourself for it. 

“Think I’m a big dick, huh?” He captured your hips with his large hands effortlessly, yanking you (more like manhandling you) off the washer and bending you over the edge of the table. The same table that held your forgotten laundry on the opposite end. 

Your ass was now exposed to him and the compromising position stirred something deep inside of you. 

“How’s this for a big dick?” Jungkook husked, bucking his pelvis and prodding his denim-clad bulge against the swell of your ass. “Are you gonna be a good little whore and take it?” 

“J-Jung—”  

“Gonna take your sister’s boyfriend’s cock?” 

You didn’t bother to correct him. Not when he was grinding his erection against your ass, creating a delectable friction. Your mouth hung open and no words came out; only tiny, strangled noises.  

Jungkook wasn’t satisfied with the lack of verbalization. His hand collided with your right ass cheek, leaving a slight mark and causing you to shriek out a moan. “Use your words, honey.” 

“Y-Yes!” 

He hummed in disapproval, delivering another slap to the other cheek, “yes what?” 

Head lolling forward, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you whimpered at the tantalizing condition of pleasure and pain. “Yes Jungkook, I’m g-gonna take it!” Your words were jumbled together, slurred and stuttered. 

You were turning into a crybaby and Jungkook was so fucking turned on. Never had you been at someone’s mercy like this before. All you wanted was to feel full of him. You wanted to be owned by him. Little did you know, he wanted that too. And had for the longest time. 

“Good girl.” He cooed, calloused hands gently rubbed at the reddened flesh. “Keep being a good girl for me, ‘kay? Gonna give you what you need, pretty baby.” 

The sound of a zipper being undone followed, leaving you quivering in anticipation. You pushed your backside out towards him, purposefully shaking your hips in order to entice him to fuck you. You were sick of waiting. You needed to feel your walls dragging along his cock. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, had a different idea in mind. He quickly untucked his hardened erection from his boxer briefs, palming himself for a few moments. He hissed gruffly at the sensation, fisting his cock in his tattooed hand until he was leaking pre-cum from the mushroom tip. 

“Got me so fucking hard,” a guttural grunt escaped his lips, “gonna fuck you just as hard.” Jungkook teased the head of his cock between your plushy ass cheeks, causing you both to release a suppressed gasp.

His words ultimately carried promise. One that you wholeheartedly believed he was going to live up to. 

Although you couldn’t deny that you were becoming fed up with the teasing. “Can you hur—”  

Your impatient demand died with a loud yelp as Jungkook nudged his cock between your creamy folds, thrusting inside of you with one rut of his hips. 

“Fucking shit!” The male cursed from behind you, snapping his hips against your backside with fervour. “So fucking tight, honey.” 

He wasn’t over-exaggerating—your slick walls were hugging his throbbing length like a vice. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Jungkook drilled into your cunt, his cock hitting all the right places. 

“Should’ve fucked this pussy six months ago.” He growled. 

Heat spreads across your entire body. Your cheeks flushed, your clitoris pulsed and your grip on the table wavered. His admission implied that he wished he fucked you first instead of your sister and with the way he was slamming his cock in so fucking deep, you couldn’t help but believe him. 

Reaching for the back of your head, Jungkook gathered a fistful of your hair. He roughly tugged you back so that your stare zeroed in on your reflection in the doors of the floor to ceiling tumble dryers. 

You looked totally fucked out. Your lips were swollen, cheeks puffy and forehead sheen with a clear coating of sweat. Your eyes were glossy with unshed tears and your nipples were taut, aching for attention.

“Look at how good I’m fucking you, baby.”

Jungkook commanded through a gravelly rasp, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he increased the speed of his powerful thrusts. “What would your sister think if she saw this right now?” 

“Can we—ngh!—not talk about her? Just fuck me.” 

Jungkook laughed, like actually laughed in response. “Yeah, you’re right. Your pussy puts hers to shame any day. Who cares what she would think.” 

With that, he almost pulled out all the way, only to slam his cock back inside your squelching cunt. You were so fucking wet that you could hear every indecorous sound coming from your connected bodies over the whirring of washers.  

Jungkook growled at the lascivious echo of skin slapping skin, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mm, yeah, so much better than your sister.” 

You genuinely wished he would stop bringing her up. Everything was already a competition between the two of you (had been since the day you were born) and this wasn’t exactly the kind of clusterfuck scenario you wanted added to the shit-pile. 

You bit back a moan. “I hate you.” You didn’t really. 

Chuckling haughtily, Jungkook released his grip on your makeshift ponytail and snaked his hand around the column of your neck instead. Grasping gently at your throat, he forced you to make eye contact with him through the reflection. 

Tears involuntarily slipped down your cheeks. Not because you were in pain, but because you were beginning to feel overstimulated. Jungkook’s thick cock stuffed you full in the most exquisite way and you were still experiencing aftereffects from the denied orgasm previously. 

“You hate me, huh? Is that why you’re crying over my dick?” He gave an almighty thrust to finalize his question. 

“Ungh!” 

Victoriously, Jungkook attached his lips to below your earlobe, nibbling on the sensitive skin with intentions to leave another mark, while he gently squeezed your throat once more. He fucking loved that you couldn’t answer him, because your body was doing all the talking he needed. His thrusts were starting to become sporadic—meaning his climax was impending—but he was determined to have you creaming all over his cock before he buried his load inside you. 

You gasped brokenly at the sensations that were exploding around your body. Your legs were trembling, thighs quivering, pussy convulsing. Every inch of your skin felt like it had been set alight and there was only one thing that could put it out. 

And that one thing was the man fucking you like no tomorrow. 

“Squeezing me so tight, holy shit,” Jungkook rasped, “is it because you’re watching me fuck you? Does that turn you on, pretty baby? You like getting off knowing if I can see you getting railed into oblivion then anyone who walks in can?” 

You sobbed out a wretched moan of his name. 

“You just pulled my cock all the way in—fuck!” He gnawed on his lip piercings, eyebrows furrowing as he freed your throat and gripped both of your hips with his enormous hands. “Naughty little girl. So dirty. Wanting to be watched as I fuck you full of my cum. Fucking love it.” 

“Jungkook!” 

“I know, honey. I’m gonna get you there.” 

Sprawling his palm across your lower back, Jungkook impelled your weight down onto the table and in effect, allowed his pulsing cock to slide in even deeper than before. 

You could’ve sworn you felt him in your guts. 

The two of you groaned in unison and Jungkook only waited for a split second before increasing the pace of his thrusts. With a newfound motivation, the raven haired male pounded into you from behind like it was his last mission on earth. He grinned ceremoniously when you squealed as he brushed your cervix. 

“Hold on, pretty baby. Gonna make you scream.” And that was a promise. 

Slithering his hand between your thighs, Jungkook located your swollen clitoris with ease and immediately started drawing a figure of eights over the sensitive nub. 

More tears cascaded down your cheeks as your body shuddered in pleasure. Your walls clenched down on his throbbing length as that familiar sensation from earlier reappeared, only this time more intense than ever. 

“S’close…” You slurred, drunk on euphoria. 

“That’s a good girl,” Jungkook murmured hotly against the shell of your ear, delivering hard but sloppy thrusts deep within your quaking cunt, “now come for me.” 

You cried out his name as your climax crashed over your body; knocking the breath from your lungs and causing your heart to pound rapidly in your chest. Tingles exploded from your thrumming clit, to your taut nipples and all the way down to the tip of your toes. 

Jungkook couldn’t tear his gaze away from the dryer door, eyes fixated on the compromising reflection of the both of you. He was enthralled with the way you had come for him; utterly entranced by your impeccable beauty and flawless body. 

He shortly snapped out of his reverie and resumed his movements, rutting his hips in order to chase his own orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to splatter your walls white with his hot cum, leaving traces of him in a way you couldn’t forget. In a way that had you craving him the same way he craved you. 

He meant it. He wanted you seven days a week. 

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted throatily from behind you, his thrusts now erratic as his climax approached, “better than she’ll ever be.” 

You were affronted but also unbelievably aroused. Reaching back, you grasped strands of his hair that resided at the nape of his neck. “J-Jungkook, come inside me. Wanna feel you.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

With one almighty thrust, Jungkook croaked your name when his climax overcame his body. His dick twitched against your walls and spurted his hot cum deep inside your cunt. He leisurely thrusted to ride out both your highs, his hands kneading at your tender breasts simultaneously. 

Your eyes fluttered closed then, head nestling back into his toned chest and puffy lips parting as you relished in the afterglow of amazing sex. 

Jungkook once again peered at the reflection in the dryer with a smug smile. Only this time, it wasn’t because of you. It was because of her. A pair of scandalized eyes staring at the two of you, mouth agape. 

Pressing a delicate kiss to the side of your temple, Jungkook made sure his declaration was loud enough for your witness to hear: 

“Hey honey, just know that every time I would fuck your sister, I was thinking of you.” 

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『 wen junhui's guide to taking breaks 』

✧ wen junhui x f!reader ✧ summary: when you say you have no time to take a break and play with jun, he decides to sneak underneath your desk and take matters into his own hands ✧ wc is approx 4.5k ✧ tags: smut (mdni), established relationship, ✧ warnings: jun is a little mean/bratty. dom!jun x sub!reader, top!jun x bottom!reader. clit fingering, delayed orgasm, penetrative sex. desk sex, unprotected sex, begging and slight humiliation; dirty talk. use of "good girl" and kitty/kitten as pet names. he's in love w you sm!! he wants to be w you!! all the time!! jun is extremely dramatic n goes on a dramatic "woe is me" about how he is a disregarded househusband (this is not /srs. he's dramatic).

jun had never ever been accused of being patient.

it was one of his faults, he supposed. calling for you relentlessly as he waited by the door, knowing you were scrambling still in the bathroom trying to get ready for your night out. constantly checking the food each and every server carried, trying to see if they held your food despite having only ordered five minutes ago. screaming (softly, as to not hurt your ears) when traffic didn't move as quickly as he wanted.

and, naturally, pacing outside of your office door, desperate for your attention.

he couldn't help it. you had shut the door after lunch, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth before you reminded him you had "important work to do". he let you keep the door shut for a whole hour, an entire sixty minutes, a full 3,600 seconds. and then he had sheepishly poked his head in and asked if he could keep the door open because he missed you so much.

you had smiled the smile of an angel before agreeing. pleased, jun had opened your door all the while and pushed one of the stack of books you had on the ground up against it, keeping the door wide open so, if he wanted, he could crane his head from his spot on the couch and get a good look of you while you worked.

this idea, as marvelous as it was, had only lasted half an hour.

and now he was pacing outside of your door like an anxious kitten awaiting its owner.

you were his girlfriend! you were his love, his beauty, his darling beloved. it wasn't like he was a helpless kitten; he was a human with the ability to communicate! all he had to do was walk in there and talk!

taking a deep breath, jun spun on his heel and marched into your office.

you looked very beautiful, as he knew you would. your eyes were flicking from the screen in front of you to the papers laid on the desk, fingers rapidly typing in the information. you had your hair pulled back and away from your face, showing off your attractive features. you were focused; you were professional; you were brilliant.

jun stood in front of your desk, hands behind his back. he held his own hand, squeezing in effort to try and control himself. "kitty?"

your eyes flicked up to him. he felt exhilarated -- you were looking at him! and then you looked back at the screen, fingers resuming their swift pace. "what's up, junnie?"

jun hummed, edging closer to your desk. he skipped around the sharp edge, and then he was at your side. you paused typing and jun took his chance, pressing himself to your side, ignoring the awkward angle caused by the arm of your chair.

like a satellite being pulled into orbit, you went to jun. you leaned your head against his stomach, hands relaxing on the keyboard.

immediately jun's own hands were on you. he ran his hand over your hair, other going to your chin. he tilted your face towards him, thumb resting on your lower lip. "my kitten is so hardworking! why don't you take a break? take a break and play with your junnie?"

you hummed for a moment, eyes fluttering. they were such a beautiful color, your eyes, and so perfect for you. you grabbed the wrist of the hand holding your face, keeping it still so you could press a kiss to his fingers.

jun loved a lot of things in the world. above all, of course, was you. and he loved a lot of things about you, had stayed up at night thinking about it and categorizing. he couldn't compare how much he loved your lips to your fingers, and so had made multiple categories with subdivisions.

and so jun loves:

your eyes a. how they look when you first wake up, peering at him sleepily b. how they shine when you look at kitties c. how they sparkle when you're excited d. etc your hands a. how they looked next to his b. that little beauty mark you've got on your finger c. how they look wrapped around his dick d. etc your laughter a. how you laugh when you're genuinely happy, with your whole body b. the pity laugh you give people because you don't want them to feel bad c. etc

none of these categories were above the others; that would be too much for him, he knew, to try and pinpoint what he loved about you the most.

however, even with this in mind, at the top of his list, was your mouth. specifically how it felt when your lips pressed kisses to his skin; even more precisely when you kissed his fingers.

you did it so often. when you walked, pulling his hand to your mouth and kissing the back of his fingers. grabbing his hand when he cooked, leading the spoon to your mouth and tasting whatever dish he had created before kissing his fingers in thanks. each and every time you did it jun couldn't help but fall a little more in love, his heart racing and stuttering in his chest.

this time was no exception.

you kissed the back of his hands, lips warm and gentle on his skin. his heart fluttered and he couldn't help but smile, so intoxicated on you. but then you were looking up at him with soft, pleading eyes. "i really need to finish this, junnie."

and so his world built with rose-colored bricks and skies came to a ruin. he immediately pouted, stomping his feet a little and doing his best impression of a pleading puppy. "please, kitty. you need a break! just a little break to be with me and you'll feel way better, i promise. take a break for some water, for some snacks."

you squeezed his hands and then you were dropping them entirely. you picked up your flash of water and swished it around pointedly. "got water right here, jun. i'll be fine, but thank you for worrying about me, precious. just let me finish my work and i'll come cuddle with you and give you loads of attention. that sound okay?"

as soon as you set your flask of water back on your desk jun was swiping it, holding it close to his chest. "fine," he shot back, aware he was being childish. "if you really prefer your stupid spreadsheets and papers to your boyfriend!"

you laughed as he stomped out of the room, your voice sweet as you called after him. "i love you, wen junnie!"

he huffed after replying to your affection, dropping your water bottle onto the counter. you worked all morning! you got up at seven and left him alone in the warm bed because you had a zoom meeting, ignoring his pleas for just five more minutes. you allowed yourself a ten minute break after the meeting, leaning against jun as he prepared you a hot cup. but then as soon as your timer went off you were ignoring him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and returning to your office.

jun, in his irrational mind, imagined himself a disregarded househusband. his wife was so busy with her work that she had no time for him! leaving him all alone to watch whatever anime or read whatever comics caught his attention.

how horrible. it wasn't like he was asking for much. just maybe thirty minutes of your time (at the end of which, he admitted to himself, he would probably beg for you to spend even more of your time with him).

he peaked back into your office. jun watched as you sighed, pushing your hands up to your eyes in order to rub at them.

see! you were tired and wanted a break. you just didn't want to admit it.

which meant it was up to wen junhui, as your beloved boyfriend, to make you take one.

jun grinned to himself and then he was walking into your office. your eyes flickered to him and you gave him a quick smile before you turned back to your work. "doing okay, junnie?"

"doing perfect," he responded. "just ignore me. wanted to look at your books."

you hummed, and then you were quiet.

for a few moments jun occupied himself with your bookshelf. he hummed and made little comments to himself, willing time to go on and for you to forget about him being there. after an acceptable amount of time he glanced back; you were peering at your screen.

perfect.

quietly, as to not disturb you, jun made his way to your desk. it had an open back that allowed him to see your legs. more importantly it had an open back that allowed him to get down on his knees and make his way underneath.

"jun?" you questioned, pulling back in your chair to try and look at him underneath your desk. "what are you doing?"

jun panicked. he quickly darted his hands out, grabbing your calves. you let out a startled shriek in response. "ignore me, kitty! just getting comfy down here!"

you laughed, and then your hand was coming beneath the desk. for a moment you waved your hand through the air, trying to find them. jun ducked forward, and then your hand was brushing against his hair. you ran your fingers through his strands for a few moments, petting him, loving him, before you pulled back.

"whatever you want, junnie," you returned. he waited until the clacking of your keyboard returned, and then he was putting the latter half of his plan into action.

slowly jun pressed forward. he moved your legs apart, thanking whatever part of you that had decided to wear shorts today. your typing paused and jun hurried to give an answer to your unvoiced question. "just want to lean against you is all!"

"it'll be uncomfy."

"it won't!" jun shot back. "don't question me!"

you snorted quietly, and then your typing resumed.

jun grinned to himself. he was so smart and clever.

your shorts were loose on your thighs, and it was remarkably easy for jun to slide his hand inside. as soon as his fingers brushed against your skin you froze, thighs tensing. "jun what --"

"ignore me, kitty," jun said. his fingers brushed against the edge of your panties -- he was nearly there! "just keep working."

his fingers pressed against your heat, nails scraping slightly. you jumped, and then you were trying to pull back to look at him. "wen junhui --"

jun's hands, strong and sure, grabbed at your legs, keeping you in place. "you wanted to work when i asked for you to take a break earlier," jun reminded you. "so keep working, kitten."

you let out a loud breath, your toes curling against his legs from where he was kneeling. "jun --"

he sang your name, voice deep and warning. "i offered to play with you earlier. if you don't want to play with me, that's okay. but don't take away my playtime."

you were quiet and he waited. waited to see if you would refuse, if you'd argue further. if you did he would drop it, he'd press a kiss to your knee and apologize. if you wanted him to stop, he would.

but instead you set both of your hands on your keyboard and began typing again.

triumphant, jun pressed a kiss to your thigh. he returned his hand to within your shorts. it was so warm from your body heat, so soft from your skin. you were always so warm and soft; you were easily his favorite place in the world. each moment not spent flush against you, his skin against yours, was a moment wasted. he wanted to be pressed against you always, wanted to be with you always, wanted to have his hands on you always.

he pressed his fingers to the warmest part of you; over your cunt. unlike your thighs, your cunt was hot. and already your underwear was wetting, was reacting to his touch, as light as it was.

you were always reactive to him, jun thought. he couldn't help but be proud of it. even when you tried not to be, you were.

for a few moments jun just rested the pads of his fingers against your cunt. just held them there, letting your anticipation grow and the dampness of your pussy spread. while he waited he couldn't help but lean forward, pressing his nose against your shorts and breathing deeply, taking in the smell of your wet cunt from through your shorts.

you gasped, just loud enough for him to be able to hear. and then you were tilting your hips forward, trying to seek his fingers out.

he chuckled, withdrawing his fingers just enough to where you couldn't seek them out. "i said it was my playtime, kitty," he scolded, "not yours. be good and do your work."

you took in a deep breath; released it. "okay."

he waited until he heard the click of your computer mouse before putting his fingers back. you held still as he gently ran his fingers over your cunt. when he pulled them away again he couldn't help but bring them up to his nose; smell you; put them in his mouth; taste the salt of your pussy.

jun put both of his hands on your knees and then spread them out as far as they could, both knocking against the legs of your desk. he scooted closer. with one hand he reached into your shorts before wiggling his fingers underneath the leg band of your panties. he pulled at your pussy, baring one side of it.

his other hand returned to inside of your shorts. he pressed his fingers against your wet panties and, with a thrill, found your clit through the fabric.

"junnie," you breathed.

"work, kitten," he reprimanded you.

with soft, tantalizing strokes, he went over your clit. he pressed at it through your underwear, dragged his fingers over it. jun was content doing just that. dragging his finger over your clit, head leaning against your thigh and nose taking in all the delicious smells. he could do this forever, his straining erection be damned.

then your hips were seeking him out once again. jun pulled both hands from your shorts, your whine immediately filling his ears. "please, junnie! i'll be good and work just -- i need it."

he hummed, hands heavy on your thighs. "what do you need, kitty?"

"your fingers," you returned. he watched as your fingers went to the waistband of your shorts. you lifted your hips, shoving your shorts and panties over the curve of your ass. jun assisted, taking over and pulling both the rest of the way down before discarding them.

"want my fingers, yeah?"

"yes," you said. you pulled back in your chair, taking your legs out from underneath your desk so you could spread them wider and give jun better access to your cunt. he shuffled forward on his knees to watch you place your hands back on your desk. you could barely type but he would allow it.

your cunt was soaking. he knew your panties were, but seeing your cunt so wet was another thing. you were warm and wet and welcoming, legs spread so he could fit in.

jun returned his hands to your pussy. he slipped his hand back to your clit, and as soon as his fingers slid against your cute little bud you were moaning, a beautiful sound that sent a sharp throbbing pain through his dick.

holding your lips with one hand, he used his other to focus on you. for a few moments all he did was stimulate your clit, fingers smoothing over it, up-down, up-down. jun did it just long enough for your hips to begin grinding on him, meeting his rhythm.

and then he changed tactics, ignoring your whines of protest. he placed his forefinger on one side of your clit, the middle on the other, framing it. he pinched them together -- not enough to cause pain, but enough to apply pressure to you. next he began dragging his fingers up and down the sides of your clit, stimulating it.

it took a few moments but then a loud, bubbling moan erupted from you. it nearly startled him. but jun kept dragging his fingers along your clit, kept giving you what was, by all means, a hand-job.

"you're so wet, kitty," he murmured, voice low. "can barely keep my hand from slipping. wet little pussy so eager to play with me. is that it, kitten? you want to play with your junnie? want to play with me?"

you let out a half-moan half-reply, your yes sliding through the air.

jun grinned. he pressed his thumb against your hole, just so he could feel it. quickly you began grinding on him, hips making the drag of his fingers faster and faster, making his thumb sink into your cute little hole.

you were getting close to orgasm, jun knew. you were getting desperate, your body yearning for some sort of release.

he stopped rubbing at your clit and removed his thumb from your hole. you let out a loud groan, his name dropping from your mouth in pleas.

jun placed his two fingers at either side of your clit, though instead of laying them against your pussy like before, just the pads of his fingers touched you. he began rubbing at either side, stimulating the area around your clit, only touching it in passing strokes.

"jun," you moaned.

"you didn't want to play with me, kitty," he sang, shifting. jun pressed his nose to your thigh, lips smoothing over your warm skin. his kisses were quick against you and sloppy. "didn't want to play with your sweet junnie."

"want it," you begged, "want you, want it so bad. please, junnie, please."

he hummed. "i'll think about it."

jun worked at your clit for a few minutes more, fingers quickening their pace. he moved with your hips, letting you seek out your relief from his hand.

and then, once your gasps were getting louder and your toes were curling, he removed his hand.

"junnie --"

"i said i'd think about it." jun placed both of his hands on your cunt, opening your lips. your cunt was soaking still, and your clit was cute and puffy. he couldn't help but blow on it, delighting in your little shriek. "cute. your cute little pussy, all perfect for me. you've got a cute little pussy, don't you, kitty?"

you were quiet. so he asked again: "you've got a cute pussy. don't you think so, kitten?"

"yes," you sobbed, "my pussy's cute."

grinning, jun dove forward. you let out a small cry when his mouth found your clit. he flattened his tongue and ran it along your pussy, tasting you, swallowing you. he lapped at your cunt like a dog, like an animal, delighting in your taste and smell, how your cunt juices smeared over his face and how all he could breathe was you.

jun then focused on your clit. he pressed his open-mouth against it in a kiss, the slick noise music to his ears and fuel for his cock. jun quickly began slobbering on your clit, licking at it frantically, intent on shoving you into an orgasm.

when you came, it was with a wet sob. your juices soaked his face, nearly drowning you. he refused to stop. jun continued sucking and licking at your clit even past your orgasm, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, willing you to be still as he feasted.

for a few moments he forgot himself. it wasn't until you were whining, legs drawing shut, fingers pulling at his hair did jun pull back. he shoved at your chair, forcing it back so he could move from out beneath the desk.

as soon as he was up he was grabbing you around the neck, pressing his mouth to yours and making you taste yourself. your gasp was loud against his mouth, but you embraced him. your arms wrapped around him, and when he shoved his tongue passed your lips you greedily accepted it, sucking on its tip.

jun let out a loud groan, fingers digging into your hair. with one hand he began pulling at his sweats, forcing them down to his knees and freeing his cock.

your hands to went his dick and for a split second jun allowed himself to admire your hands compared to his cock. he knew his dick was impressive, was thick and long. and he knew he liked watching you handle it, liked watching your hand try and wrap around it.

but that wasn't what today was about.

jun shoved your hands away, and then he was grabbing your hips. jun pressed you against your desk. with one hand he pressed down on your back, making you flat against its surface. with the other he gave a few sharp tugs to his cock.

"how greedy," he mumbled, eyes taking in the curve of your ass, how your pussy lips looked. "didn't want to play with me and there you go, cumming all over me. how fucking greedy. gotta make it up to me, yeah? gotta make it up to me, greedy little kitty."

you nodded against the desk, words bubbling from your lips. "i will, wanna -- wanna make it up to you, junnie. fuck me, junnie, please -- fuck me, gotta make it up to you --"

he hissed, and then he was pressing the tip of his dick to your cunt. instead of pressing it in he ran the head of his cock along your cunt, gathering its juices, your hips trying to fuck back onto him.

jun slapped his dick against your cunt once, twice, thrice, and then he was pressing it against your hole. you let out a loud sob of relief, nails scratching against the desk.

"thank you," you moaned, widening your stance. "thank you, thank you, thank you."

you were loose from him playing with you, but still jun went slow. it was like torture to do it, to take his time in fucking into you. but he didn't want to accidentally hurt you, and, if he sat back and thought about it, there was something deeply gratifying in making himself wait even after all this time of playing with you.

he got half way into your cunt before your pussy began fluttering around him, eagerly trying to suck him in, trying to guide him the rest of the way. "your little cunt's so cute," he laughed, both hands going to your hips. he massaged his thumbs into your skin. "trying to get me to fuck you, aren't you? greedy little kitty."

"'m greedy," you agreed, turning to look over your shoulder at him. you had tears on the apples of your cheeks, your lips dark from where you had chewed at them. you looked ruined; you looked beautiful. "i'm greedy, junnie. want you, want you to fuck me, junnie."

"hm," he hummed, pausing. he had about an inch more before he was fully inside. "say you were wrong then. say you should've had playtime with me."

you whined. "should've played with you. should've -- should've taken a break, should've stopped working."

"that's a good girl," jun praised. and then he fucked the last inch of his cock into your cunt, his loud groan covering yours.

jun didn't let himself stay still for long. after a few moments to allow your cunt to get use to his dick, he withdrew. he moved quickly, sharply, efficiently. he fucked into you like a man seeking something, like a man searching for treasure; desperately, chasing and chasing and chasing.

your moans were music to him, spurring him to move quicker. he kept you still against the desk while he fucked you, hips slamming into your ass, the wet noises from where his dick slid in-out-in-out of your pussy loud.

he gritted his teeth, hand sliding down and twisting in your blouse. "good girl," he said, voice deep in his chest. "taking my dick so good, kitten -- so fucking good --"

your cunt was warm and wet, clamping down on him like a vice. your pussy wanted him to cum, wanted him to paint its walls white with his cum. "your little cunt wants me," he grunted, leaning over you for a better angle. "little pussy wants me to cum, wants me to fill you with my spunk. that it, kitten? want my spunk in your little cunt, want me to fucking fill you up?"

your orgasm was sudden. your cunt clamped down on his dick, tight and milking him, desperate for his cum and fuck, who was wen junhui to deny you?

after, when he finally pulled from your quivering hole, he couldn't help but take a moment to admire it. "look so beautiful like this," he mumbled, biting down on his lip. "my spunk leaking from your cute pussy, claiming you from the inside out. that's what you wanted, isn't it? wanted me to fill your sweet puss up."

you moaned, and then you were shooting him a pleading look. jun took pity on you, grabbing your chair and sitting on it. he then pulled you into his lap, ignoring how his cum and your cunt juices leaked onto his bare thighs.

jun wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chin into your shoulder. "do you have a lot left to do? i didn't make you late for anything, did i?"

you turned in his grasp a little, grabbing his hands and squeezing. "i had finished up everything i had to do already," you confessed, looking at him with sweet, shy eyes. "i was just writing emails when you walked in. i'd finished work probably five minutes before."

jun's mouth fell open, shock shooting through him. "you lied to me to get me to fuck you?!"

you rolled your eyes a little, fingers drawing shapes onto his skin. "i didn't do anything, jun. you were the one who came barging in here, intent on fucking me."

"this is all your fault," he responded, still reeling over your little deceit. it really didn't matter -- but he liked pretending it did. "how cruel of you! how mean! to take advantage of your sweet househusband --"

"you have a job, jun --"

"-- absolutely horrid! i can't believe you!"

but then you were lifting yourself off of your lap, eyebrows raised. jun watched, transfixed, as your fingers swiftly went to the bottom of your wrinkled blouse, pulling it up and over your head.

with a shy grin, you dropped it onto the floor. then you began walking away, peering at him over your shoulder coyishly. "if only there was some way i could make it up to you, junnie."

if there was a dent in the wall from how quickly jun shot back and out of your office chair, then that would be nobody's business but his.

“A story about how your boyfriend Jungkook gave you amazing head and you ask him if you could peg him. It’s as simple as that.”

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, hinted polyamory!AU

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, switch!Reader, it goes from Domish to the subbiest!Kook, naked cuddling, making out, passionate love making, this story is in two parts: one where he pleases her with body worship & oral + vaginal fingering & he’s Domish and one where she pegs him & he’s the subbiest sub, so for anyone just wanting to cum come for some Jungkook head you will be fed as well, for the other kinksters the next warnings are for the pegging part, he’s on his back, pegging, praise, good boy kink, he calls her Mistress, loving dirty talk, but also kinky dirty talk, anal fingering, anal fisting, lotsa lube, handjob, blowjob, nipple play, major belly bulging, he accidentally cums prematurely in her mouth, multiple orgasms (m. & f.recieving), reverse breeding kink, she wants to breed him and he calls himself her cumdump, she calls him “pet” & babyboy in a loving way, she also once talks about putting her babies into him, i love reverse breeding kink <3, they’re both a little feral, fangs, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, she helps him subdrop in such a safe and loving way, he is a giggly boy afterwards <3, they’re in love and kinky

Wordcount: 10.7k

a/n: i am but a feral beast and you too shall share my fate 🤍

Jungkook stays over at your place tonight. You already watched a movie with some snacks and shared a bath whilst doing face masks and are now in bed making out. 

Jungkook is on top with his left leg between your thighs and his crotch pressed against you. His skin is so soft against yours and his body so nicely heavy. The warmth he radiates scared away the cold of your big room and makes you feel cozy. Your hands can’t stop exploring every part you can reach. It is as if you were obsessed. And you are. Oh, you are so into each other. The kisses feel so good and make you so happy that neither of you can stop making noises. There are also lots of giggles and little whispers of adoration in between. It’s just so nice to kiss each other, especially after not being able to for years. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss again, giggling as he busies himself with kissing your jawline and neck.

“My beautiful”, he mumbles mindlessly, “my beautiful girl. My girl, heh, my pretty.”

“That feels so good”, you sigh with a smile on your lips. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access to your most sensitive spots. 

Jungkook explores them instantly with soft kisses and tender licks. He also gives you the occasional small nibble, which results in your body producing the most amazing of shivers. He is so gentle. 

His hands explore your torso. He knows that he has permission to do so because he asked. He always asks, which makes him such a safe space to you. You feel so well taken care of and comforted in his presence. 

“My pretty girl”, he whispers as his hand caresses your upper tummy, “I love how soft you are. Love it so much…”

You didn’t put on clothes after the bath, neither did Jungkook. Which makes the kissing and his gentle touches just all the more addicting. Being naked has always been a plan for tonight. First it was for the bath and the comforting intimacy you shared by being bare. Then it was for cuddling because Jungkook is obsessed with cuddling you naked. He doesn’t have ulterior motives when he asks for them, he merely loves the feeling of your naked skin against his’ and the unfiltered warmth of your body. He says that it calms him down and heals him.

You talked a lot, laughed and giggled and Jungkook allowed you to partake in his five minutes of craziness by tickling you gently and teasing you for being so much weaker than him. You love when he’s like this because he is gentle with you and he gets so giddy when you call him your strong man. After the little play fight which ended in you earning yourself five smooches on each cheek for “being cute”, the kisses began. Oh, how you both love to kiss each other with no barriers in between. They started off as little pecks and giggled smooches but soon turned into longer kisses, sighs and your tongues slowly daring to meet the other more and more.

Right now, Jungkook has moved on from kissing the left side of your neck to instead explore the right. He crawls between your legs, rolling your head to the other side with a tender hand on your face. You let him guide your head, caressing his biceps as a sigh slips past your lips. 

“Does that feel nice?” he asks in a whisper, painting kisses down your pulse point afterwards. 

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