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Blackjack (I)
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: You / Jungkook
Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, mafia!AU)
Warning: handcuffs, breath play
Word Count: 7,579
Summary: After losing several times to a very expensive card table, you find yourself deep in debt to the notorious mafia group, Bangtan. Taehyung is kind enough to offer you a way out. If you can succeed in taking home any guy of his choosing, your debt will be wiped clear. Then he points at Jungkook.
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mixtape (m)
pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au
word count: 15,610
description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.
“This week’s topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your college campus.
But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.
“—Studying! So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.
However, there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded audio that filtered through your headphones.
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Tigerboy
➭ “You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon.”
pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: hybrid AU, smut
wordcount: 9.3k
✾ Zodiac Hybrids Masterlist ✾
❀ 5 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀
*warnings* : hybrid sex, rough sex, orgasm control, derogatory language during sex, possessive!Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, use of a collar, lovebites/marking, breathplay, hair pulling, mentions of knotting, this is basically porn
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not interested (m)
⇒pairing: hoseok x reader
⇒genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff, angst
⇒length: 20k
⇒summary: nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your college’s swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.
a/n: i promise my next fic WONT be a college enemies to lovers au lmao its just so fun to do. i gotta thank @junghaze for being my beta reader and practically saving this fic from the dead i cant be more grateful
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a bite of the apple (m.)
excerpt: “The thought of Jimin not being able to feed from someone other than you is troubling in more than one sense– there will be times, like the past week, when you physically can’t be there for him, and what would happen in an emergency, if he somehow got hurt and needed a transfusion, if his body rejected the blood of someone else. And that’s not even considering the long term implications of that….
“We’ll deal with that later,” you say, concern building at the thought, but the red in his eyes is growing brighter and brighter, his breathing heavier and heavier, and the wild energy humming under his skin is only growing more static.” [vampire!Jimin, donor reader]
Sweeter than Sweet series: Jungkook / Taehyung / Jimin / Namjoon / Hoseok / Yoongi / Seokjin
rating: m+ (18+ please - oral sex, blood drinking)
genre: smut, supernatural, idol au, vampire au
length: 8.6k+
a/n: sorry it’s taken me so long to edit and re-upload! hope you enjoy <3
Your phone rings right as you’re heading into the Fine Arts building, arms laden with copies of your photography portfolio and tipping unsteadily on high heels. “Ah, shit,” you mutter to yourself, scuttling to the side of the entrance and out of the way of the flow of traffic up the stairs. A small side table holding a fica plant rests just below the stairs, so you hurry over and gingerly lay the stack of leather binders on the table before digging into your purse.
“Hey,” you greet him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Y/N~ Ah, you don’t know how good it is to hear your voice.”
“You, on the other hand, sound exhausted,” you comment, worry growing slightly at the already rough edges in his voice. His throat sounds rubbed raw. “Are you on break right now?”
“In the van, on our way to M!Countdown to tape our first recording. Jungkookie says hi and that he misses you.”
“Tell him I said hi and that I miss him too,” you say with a laugh, double-checking the time on your watch. Eight minutes until you needed to head into the conference room.
“She says she loves me more and that you’re a brat,” Jimin snickers, his voice slightly farther away from the phone, and the small sounds of scuffle ensue on the other end of the line while you shake your head. “Ow! Fine, she said she misses you too, aish.” He returns to the line, grumbling, “He just fed earlier, so he has an unfair advantage. Muscle pig.”
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black magic [m]
credit: x.
❛❛im one of the brightest witches at this prestigious magic academy and ur a human who somehow got admitted and everyone knows u dont ACTUALLY have magic but cant prove it so they hate u for it but i actually like you??? and have a crush on u??????? our paths have just never crossed until ur class blew up n somehow we became class partners and– hold on what do you mean we fucked up this spell so we wanna fuck each other’s brains out??❜❜ AU
COUNT → 18.430
GENRE → smut
PAIRING → taehyung | reader
WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | mild cum play | explicit language | female masturbation (male if you squint) | oral sex | penetration | graphic dirty talk
NOTE → this was requested and inspired by @blueagust!!!!!! the idea went thru several stages and yelling over kkt but this is the final product :-D im sorry mom
You hated everyone at this fucking academy.
It wasn’t just that they always smelled like unicorn turds—and that wasn’t a compliment because unicorns had the nastiest smelling shit in the entire universe—but they were so arrogant and had this fucking superiority complex when it came to humans. You were sure if they actually lived with them and in human society instead of hidden away at some prestigious academy they wouldn’t pull this bullshit in the first place, but they still despised them.
Or maybe it was just one human they despised in particular.
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Like Pavlov’s Dogs (m)
request fill for an English Literature sequel and namjoon + kinks
Bc I’m a nerd.
Warning: graphic Namjoon smut, bondage and breath-play
Word Count: 8,215
You curse yourself as you trudge your way into your 8 am introductory psychology lecture. A combination of unfortunate circumstances have led up to you having to get up at the crack of dawn every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, such as the fact that this class is required for biology majors and that the professor is an anal jerk who makes her lectures mandatory. You sleepily sign in your name at front near the professor’s podium, then slump into your normal seat at the very back of the auditorium.
Damn Professor Ji for mandatory lectures. Damn the school for making this class so early. But most importantly, damn Namjoon for keeping me up so late last night.
A shiver runs down your spine at the memory of your date night with the boyfriend, and you unconsciously rub your still-sore thighs. A hot blush spreads across your face, and you busy yourself with setting up your laptop before anyone sitting in your vicinity can notice.
Half an hour later, and you’re about to pass out from boredom. You gave up on scrolling through cat memes online a long time ago, and simply stare down at Professor Ji with droopy eyelids, pinching yourself every few seconds to keep from falling asleep.
She’s blabbering on and on about behaviorism and learning in that dull monotone of hers that makes you never want to learn another thing your entire life. Your eyelids are about to slide shut permanently when something catches your attention.
“Now let’s talk about the best known example of classical conditioning with Ivan Pavlov and his dogs…”
You sit up in your seat, all grogginess shaken off, as you listen to her lecture with enrapt interest. Classical conditioning… ?
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⇾ through the flames (and into the lava)
⇁ female reader x jungkook
⇁ smut, fluff, slight humor, crack || dragon!jk, fantasy!au i guess
⇁ public indecency, dry humping, fingering, non-penetrative sex, cumplay, i’m sorry
⇁ 7.9k
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Your boyfriend is a dragon.
Or so he claims.
↳ or; the perks (and unexpected complications) of dating a fucking dragon
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rich kid | pjm
⇒ summary: park jimin is a rich kid.
⇒ {rich kid au}
⇒ pairing: jimin x reader
⇒ word count: 5k
⇒ genre: fluff
⇒ a/n: this was supposed to be a warm up!! i don’t know what happened!!
You’d be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t know Park Jimin. Everybody knows Park Jimin, and if they don’t, everybody knows of Park Jimin.
Park Jimin walks around campus like he owns the entire university, hands casually thrown into the pockets of his expensive black pants, sunglasses balancing on top of his intentionally disheveled black hair, silver earrings and studs and rods decorating his earlobes, leather jacket not worn, but strewn over his shoulders, complementing that delicate silver chain around his neck perfectly. Or perhaps, he isn’t wearing a fully black ensemble that likely costs more than your tuition. Maybe he’s a bit more laid back, with an outrageously vibrant sweater, the Gucci logo stamped all over it, blue jeans, ripped at the knee like he had worn right through them. He’s got circular frames surrounding his eyes even though he doesn’t need glasses, a beanie or beret sitting happily on his head if he didn’t have time to put his usual amount of product in his hair, Rolex watch peeking out from the oversized sleeves of his sweater. Park Jimin knows how to wear everything and anything with confidence, flair, so he is hardly difficult to miss.
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control. (m)
pairing: jimin x reader
genre: smut
warnings: slight dom!jimin / fem!dom, blindfolds, restraints, breath play
word count: 5,675
request: blindfolds + jimin
description: You may have gotten him blindfolded and tied up, but Jimin’s not going down without a fight.
“You know, when we bought this stuff I thought I was gonna be the one using it on you,” Jimin huffed, fidgeting beneath your grip as you tightened the restraints around his wrists.
“You’ll get your turn, selfish,” You teased from your straddled position across his thighs before shimmying your way up towards his chest. “Pull against the headboard. I wanna make sure they aren’t loose.” You tapped against his arms, and to your surprise he followed your directions almost instantly.
The ties kept his wrists perfectly reigned in above his head, and it filled you with a sense of glee for what was to come. You peered down, fully expecting to find a look of disdain adorning Jimin’s features due to the restrictive nature of his position, but what you were met with was the complete opposite.
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So I Can Have You
Genre: fox demon! Taehyung, loosely inspired by Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho
Word Count: 8,720
하늘에 맡겼던 내 운명의 열쇠는 - The key of my fate that I gave to the sky 다시 나의 손안에 - It’s in my hands again 긴 숨을 삼키고 영혼을 불태워 - I swallow in a long sigh and burn up my soul 너를 차지하려 해 - So I can have you
A/N: I haven’t posted any writings since my old tumblr account. Please be kind. Thank you @johobi for inspiring me to finally finish this and I dedicate this to @versigny just because I can and I love her. The above lyrics are from It’s Definitely You by Taehyung and Jin from the Hwarang OST. I recommend listening to this at the end~ Hwarang and my childhood anime weeb inspired this entire fic. Please adhere to the warnings, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable Enjoy~
WARNINGS: heavy smut ahead, knotting, biting/marking, forced orgasms
Walking into the kitchen after a 10-hour work shift to see the fox demon - that chose to take up residence in your apartment - licking the fridge while jacking off was the absolute last thing you had expected. 10 full hours of customers whining at you while you politely assisted them, dealing with their bullying remarks, and being on your feet the entire time; just to come home to this.
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starboy; m
⤷ Jeon Jungkook was, above anything else, the type you should not get involved with. He was the guy who slept around; the guy who was gone before you woke up; who left a path of broken hearts and missed calls wherever he went. He was right in just about every wrong way. That being said, maybe the bet you made with your friend could be the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and even enough to break the chain of misfortune that circled your party nights — after all, it was all just a simple, four-part plan to make Jungkook beg for you.
What could possibly go wrong?
✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Fratboy!AU and College!AU
✓ Filed under: smut
✓ Words: 14,285
Author’s Note: I wasn’t even gonna bring this one back, but, after some nasty cases of plagiarism that took place while I was out out tumblr, I decided it would be for the best to get my story out there. Enjoy sub!kook wisely, kiddos.
The cool breeze of the overcast night crawled through the open window, bringing along the distant sounds of the most diverse conversations that filled the campus on that interminable Friday night. Your dormitory was illuminated solely by the dim streetlights and your small, yellowish lamp, delineating shadows on the belongings that you had already reorganised so many times that afternoon. The semester had barely come to an end and you were already flooded with an endless, distressing feeling of the purest, most unwavering boredom. It did not take long for your consciousness to begin to dissipate amidst the alabaster sheets, slumberousness comfortably embracing your body as your worries were lost in the arrival of a new world of dreams.
It was supposed to be a calm night.
Your eyes opened abruptly as your phone rang, vibrations spreading throughout the ocean of blankets. You blinked a few times, confused as you realized you were almost falling asleep, and reached out in a mindless reflex, groping blindly at your annoying device. With a slight grunt, you at last found it, bringing the bright screen closer to your drowsy face. The letters seemed to mock you, almost as if to say that your long-awaited rest would not come so easily.
With a last suspire, you answered, “Jennie?” you asked, voice groggy. The girl had not talked to you for a whole week, and her unexpected call left you a little bewildered. Dizzy, you turned around on the bed, scanning the red numbers of your clock with half open eyelids. “Two in the morning? What the fuck do you want?”
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**this work is still mine, i’ve changed my url from ksjinandtonicfics to honeymoonjin
A/N: part of the Open for Business Collab as part of BSC’s Summer & Smut project. Check out the playlist that accompanies this fic here.
Escaping to Venice for a break from your strenuous job was meant to be simple. Go there, decompress for two weeks, and return feeling invigorated. But the soulful gondolier you meet on the docks in Saint Mark’s Square has you wanting to never leave at all. 22.7k words.
Warnings for sexually explicit content: an overindulgent amount of foreplay, oral (f receiving), fingering, body worship, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms (m and f receiving), impregnation kink, praise kink, dirty talk, two diff smut scenes.
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Maybe it was his stillness in the chaos of the crowd that caught your eye. The way the bustling tourists and peddlers seemed to part like magic to allow you to observe him uninterrupted from the other side of the plaza. He stood there, calmly sitting on one of the posts at the inner side of the dock, reading an old paperback.
He was young; couldn’t have been more than 25, yet he wore the oddest outfit you had ever seen on a man his age. Deep navy pants, ballooning slightly around his thighs and coming in snugly around his knees and calves. A baggy, squarish striped shirt tucked into those pants, and a black beret. You were pretty sure gondoliers were meant to wear those flat hats with the ribbons that you had seen the rest donning, but you couldn’t deny that it gave his face a golden glow, framing the light brown hair and heavyset brows below it. Odder still were his glasses; rounded lenses with spindly silver frames, and a thin cord tied to the outer edges and connecting around the back of his neck. You had seen them before on librarians and elderly people, but never on a young adult like himself.
Picking your way through the crowds, you keep him in sight, observing the way he’d occasionally look up from his novel to check on his ornately carved gondola, as if he was expecting customers to just hop right on in. As you drew nearer, you can see a sign at his feet, propped up and displaying prices and rules, written down three columns: Italian, English, and what you recognised vaguely to be Korean. You let out a breath of relief. He did speak English, then.
You finally come to a stop directly in front of him, shifting your weight awkwardly, tipping your head to try and catch his attention subtly, but he seems entranced in the novel.
You can see through his splayed fingers that the ragged, yellowed book that has him oblivious to the world around him is Heidi. You could laugh at the thought of a man in Venice getting deeply absorbed in the world of a little girl in Switzerland, but instead it endears you to watch him for a moment, eyebrows twitching slightly in surprise every now and again, an unconscious smile playing at his lips.
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Impatient
Note: This stemmed from my four sentence posts that grew into something else entirely. Just a lot of filth and smut tbh. This is unedited and rushed, so warning for the bad smut.
Summary: You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom. Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose. But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung. ~Royalty AU~
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Taehyung is the picture of etiquette and genteel charm during your maternal aunt’s harvest ball. He dances with the appropriate family members and ladies of the court, but remembers to pay special attention to you, his wife-to-be. He maintains the proper distance during customary dances, hands finding their exact position on non-scandalous places on your body as he was taught to do from an early age.
Ideal, the members of your court believe. He is ideal. You and Taehyung are the perfect match, a beautiful couple to join two kingdoms together through marital bliss. And you don’t disagree with them for a second. Despite only just having met the prince (whom you were contracted to marry since birth) for the first time last year, he had not faltered with sending you correspondence – a fact that sends your ladies-in-waiting into swooning fits and gossip.
You can’t count the number of times they beg to read the letters, and each time you tell them on no uncertain terms that the letters are yours and yours alone. They remain locked in a secret cabinet back at the castle. So your ladies-in-waiting are left to imagine what Taehyung writes, their guesses sounding inane to your ears when they titter about romance and love at first sight.
They don’t need to know that in every letter Taehyung writes, in perfect penmanship no less, he describes how he imagines deflowering you on your wedding night.
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Workaholic | (m)
Genre: Smut, pwp. fluff if you squint.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Warnings: language. foreplay, descriptions of unprotected sex, dirty talk, object insertion, cum eating, creampie.
Words: 10k
Summary: Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night.
You were only trying to escape a crazed man chasing you down on a stormy night. Never was your intention to end up in an attractive man’s house. Definitely not one who thought you were a hooker.
a/n: i read a little novella like this a while ago but it was about vampires. I cannot remember the name but here is my twist on it kwhduebgjswbvhw. enjoy. Plz validate me with comments thank u.
(he’s adorable omg)
“You really need to take a break Yoongi,”
“I’m fine,” he may be able to fool himself in to thinking he’s fine just because there isn’t any immediate struggle, his mental state was far from it. Still, didn’t stop Hoseok from barging in his office like he owned it – he only owned part of it – and demanding that Yoongi take a rest.
“no you’re not. You’re so damn bitchy all the time. Take a damn break. This isn’t a case of working hard to make it somewhere in life. You own the fucking company.”
“I’m a Partner. Not the actual owner.” Hoseok is waving his dismissal as he crosses his ankles on Yoongi’s desk.
“Same shit. You’ll be the sole partner in a few more years if you keep going at this speed. It’ll be MinKim Inc than just Kim.”
That was the goal, yes. Currently, Kim Seokjin, Yoongi’s close friend, was the heir to the corporation.
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come over. (m) jjk
pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp, warnings. jungkook is a self proclaimed pervert, smut in forms of: mutual masturbation, voyeurism through bedroom windows, rough sex, oral (m receiving), jungkook is a lil mean but just a little, dirty talk, use of vibrator, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, overstimulation, unprotected sex word count. 7.2k summary. the guilt of being a dirty peeping tom eats Jungkook alive, not knowing this was all part of your elaborate plan to sleep with the new neighborhood eye candy. author’s note. #84 requested by @taestybae from this promp list! ty for sending this is bby 🖤 (requests now closed)
Jungkook knows it’s wrong, god does he know it’s wrong. Acting as if he didn’t mean to leave his blinds cracked open, tilted at just the right angle that allows him to still be able to see out, the view he’s granted being your own window a few feet away.
It’s funny now, how when he had first purchased the town house he had hated how close his neighbors were to him, and now here he was, an absolute pervert who was thankful for the narrow distance between your buildings.
The self proclaimed pervert simply sits at his desk, mindlessly going through work emails while his eyes continue to drift up, staring through his blinds for any sign of movement.
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⇾ third degree burn | jjk (m).
➯ prompt; dragon!jk + “i’ll make it fit”
↳ 10.2k sequel to through the flames (and into the lava)
:: smut, fluff, crack
:: use of sex toys, oral sex, established relationship, dirty talk, penetrative sex w/ a Big Dick, creampie, cum marking
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First Time
Pairing: Levi x Reader
Themes: 18+, Fluff, Smut, Drama
Word count: 5k
Warnings: nsfw, Virginity
Levi is concerned about taking your relationship to the next level, but finally, you persuade him that you’re ready.
All the other cadets hated it when they had to clean, but you quite enjoyed it. Not only did you find it therapeutic, but it also meant you could spend time with with the Captain when he was at his calmest. The two of you had been seeing each other romantically for a while now, although you had been good friends before that. Levi and you were an unlikely match, him being humanity’s strongest solider and all, and you being so timid and caring, a great solider nevertheless. From the moment you met Levi you were in awe of him, there was no nobody else like him. It wasn’t as sudden for him, he had realised his feelings for you whilst on an expedition outside the walls when you tended to his wounds and shared his tent. That had been just over a year ago now, and he had fallen deeply in love with you, much to his dismay. You were a distraction, you both knew that, yet it had distracted you equally as much to stay away from each other, and eventually Levi gave in.
The two of you spent a lot of time together, mostly in the evenings as Levi preferred to keep your relationship secret, although everyone had a feeling something was going on. Most nights you would stay in his bed whilst he’d kiss you and caress your body, never any further than that. When you had told Levi that you were a virgin, he didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t want to corrupt your innocence, there was something so pure and sacred about you, he wanted to savour you. Of course, that didn’t mean he didn’t think about it every time he heard you whimper when he kissed you, the want had become stronger these last few weeks, having to take cold showers immediately after your encounters.
You felt Levi’s eyes on you and turned to look at him, his gaze was dark and heavy, the curvature on his jaw was tense. When he saw your concerned expression his eyes softened and his jaw relaxed, “Sorry Y/N... I was in deep thought.”
You took a step towards him, a soft smile planted on your face as you rub a bit of dust off his shoulder. He grimaces and looks at you gratefully, nodding a thank you.
“What is it you were thinking about Captain? You looked as if you wanted to rip me apart.” Levi held in a chuckle, he did, but not in the way she was insinuating.
“Cadet, I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
Before you could feel hurt at his words, you remembered your surroundings. If any other Cadet had been so intrusive he would’ve acted similarly, maybe even worse; you knew he couldn’t show favouritism towards you, it would make things obvious. Though you were most definitely, his favourite. Still, you wondered what he was thinking about, he hadn’t been just gazing into the distance. his eyes were burning deep into you, you could see his brows moving as he thought. He couldn’t have been thinking about you indecently had he? You had noticed he was more frustrated in the evenings with you, what was it that was on his mind?
“I’m sorry Captain.” You bow your head lightly and smile, a light blush forming on your cheeks as you ponder on his thoughts. It was about time he took you, you had been wanting him to do it for a while now but it was too nerve-wracking to approach. The pain worried you somewhat, but it was more the idea of your inexperience. A man like Levi must’ve had much more experienced women, you knew you wouldn’t be his first, much to your annoyance, but that was as much as he had spoken about his sex life. The way he kissed and touched you suggested he’d had a lot of practice, you were adamant that no one could ever make you feel like he could. You felt your heart beat quicken as you stand close beside him, “I didn’t mean to offend you as such, I just worry about you is all!”
Your soft, innocent smile made heat flood to his chest, he had never met someone so angelic, he didn’t deserve you, the devil that he was. His thoughts were interrupted when you stepped away and brushed past him slightly, muttering quietly into his ear as you passed.
“Are you going to punish me, Levi?” Your voice purred over his name, you only called him by his name when the two of you were alone.
Levi was frozen momentarily as you walked away, never had you insinuated anything sexual whilst the two of you worked, rather, never had you personally ever insinuated anything at all in that way. He liked that about you, you let him guide you. This was out of character but he couldn’t deny that it had turned him on immensely, a tent forming between his legs. Quickly, he darted towards the kitchen, yelling out to the others. “I’m going to get some tea, if you brats aren’t sweating your backs off by the time I’m back...I’ll assign you to cleaning Four Eyes’ special building.”
You were satisfied with Levi’s reaction, you had obviously struck a chord of some sort within him. The other cadets hadn’t noticed it, of course, his threat causing them to work faster. You cleaned as your mind wandered, you wanted to give yourself to Levi, the desire within you for him to own you was strong. He was the only man you had ever wanted to take your virginity, you saw it almost like a gift to show your love for him. You was worried that Levi didn’t want you, the two of you had been together for a while now, if he had wanted to he could’ve taken you whenever he wanted, you wouldn’t have objected. Time passed quickly as you polished, swept and dusted, all the while thinking of him.
Levi had never returned to inspect the Cadets cleaning, he could do that tomorrow. Right now his mind was too clouded by his mixed conscience. One side of him wanted to keep you as his pure little Y/N, untouched by his filthy hands. But the other side of him, which was proving to be much stronger than he thought, wanted to take that sacred innocence away from you and bond you to him deeply, to introduce you to pleasure like you’d never known it. He rubbed the bridge between his brows as he sat his desk, distracted again by you, he growled at his weakness. Levi remembered the way you had teased him before, your words replaying in his head. It was so unlike you, so daring, had you wanted him like he wanted you? The conflict was heavy on his mind, he felt like a monster for imagining the way you’d sound when he took it from you. He knew you would be coming to his chambers soon, especially with your little show for him earlier, he didn’t know if he could look at you after thinking of you so indecently.
Almost on queue, he heard footsteps aside and the door opener quickly. You skipped into his room, a cup of tea in your hand and an affectionate smile on your lips. Levi’s heart melted and a wave of guilt rushed over him, how dare he even imagine corrupting your sweetness. He shook his hand and furrowed his gaze toward you, noticing your lack of manners. “Do you know what knocking is? Y/N? It’s this thing where-“
“Oh shut up Levi!” You move towards his desk and stand in front of him, giggling as you squeeze between his chair and the desk. “I don’t need to knock, I’m not just another Cadet. I’m yours, Captain.” Your words stirred something inside him but he kept it within, his face remaining stoic as he nods. You lean down and kiss his cheek softly, your lips lingering as they part slightly before jumping back; sitting on the desk behind you, leaving him sat slightly below you on the chair.
He looks up at you with a glint in his eye, one of his warm hands slides up your thigh and rests there. You feel so soft, he wants to roam his hands all over your body, having you sat over him with your legs open was turning him on more than he liked to admit and he shifted discreetly to hide it. You place the tea beside you on the desk and stare at the man infront of you. He was breathtaking, his raven locks and icy eyes had drew you in from the second you saw him, flying through the air so skilfully that it took your breath away. You began to question yourself again, why after all this time had your relationship not advanced to the next stage? You knew he loved you, that wasn’t the problem.
“Levi, can I ask you a question?”
“Tsk, as long as it’s not a stupid one.”
“Every question is stupid to you.”
“Point taken, proceed.”
You took a deep breath, your features saddening slightly as you play with your hands nervously.
“Do you find me attractive, Levi?”
Levi scoffed, his eyes widening in disbelief, were you serious?
“Brat. Fucking, stupid, question.”
“Please just answer it Levi.”
“Why are you asking me this?” He asks, his hand rubbing at your thigh and the other moving to hold your hand. “I find you utterly breathtaking, you know that.”
“Then why don’t you want to have sex with me?”
Levi’s breath catches and he coughs at the utter disbelief. Hearing those words leaving your lips, knowing you have thought about him taking you had left him speechless. He notices your cheeks turn crimson as a result of his lack of answer, grabbing for your hand as he feels it pull away slightly and cooing you before speaking. “Hey, hey, hey...Sweetheart, don’t be embarrassed.” He rubbed his thumb against yours, pulling your hand to kiss it softly. “It’s just, well you’re a virgin Y/N. I don’t want to ever make you feel like you need to give it up to me, I can wait as long as I need.” His soft fingers leave yours and he stands up between your legs, moving a stray piece of hair from your blushing and face.
“I don’t feel like I have to Levi,” you began, your heart beat quickening as he closes in on you. His concern for you for sweet of course, but you kind of just wanted him to get the point, you wanted him. “I’ve never felt pressured by you, not once. You have certainly taken things slow enough with me to prove that your intentions are true.”
Levi smiles and nods, his usually cold eyes are a warmer grey, the corner twitching upwards as he gazes over your face. He thinks back to before, the thoughts he was experiencing earlier flooding back to his mind. You was so close to him right now, he could take you right here, mark you for eternity and make you his. His jaw tightened as he fought away the idea of truly owning you, shaking his head as he spoke, looking up, away from your gaze.
“I want to, Y/N, believe me.” He begins, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he looks across the room at nothing. His voice was low, it made you shiver. “But this isn’t something I could ever take back. You’re so pure, I’d be a bastard to take your innocence.”
Your hands gently hold Levi’s chin and pull his gaze back down to you, smiling and biting your lower lip softly, he wanted to fuck you. Relief and arousal flooded your body and you blushed. You looked deep, deep into his eyes, his features were set on you. “Captain, I want you to take it.”
Levi groaned at your words, the centre of his brows lifting in pleasure as he realises what’s going to happen that night. Levi had slept with with women before of course, but never had he felt real desire towards any woman besides you. He felt like a virgin himself, he was burning to feel you, to touch you. He slammed his lips into yours and you felt yourself melt as his hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. Levi’s mouth worked against yours as he held you to him intimately, his tongue flicking yours softly, earning a slight whimper from you. Your lips were soft against his, slow and tender, taking in the heated moment just as he was; savoring every second. You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. It felt incredible. Levi’s tongue stroking your own, marking his territory. You felt Levi pushing pressure onto your tongue, making you let out a moan. You heard him letting out a small chuckle as you pull away and he feels your soft lips rest upon the crook of his neck. His skin is tingling, aching even, heart best in anticipation as he waits the feel of your skin on his. The soft sound of your lips smacking softly fills the air and Levi lets out an embarrassingly loud groan. Nothing has left him feeling like this before. He can’t help but let out all those tiny little whimpers as you continue kissing and caressing his neck. His hands start losing their grip on your head. You can feel them run down your abdomen only to come to rest against the buckles of your belt.
“I need you to tell me you want this Y/N. I understand if you don’t want your first time to be with someone like me... If you don’t want want to we can stop, it’s fine.”
You slowly pull your shirt above your head, watching as Levi’s eyes shift from concern to dark, fixed on your breasts. “I want this, Levi. I want my first time to be with you, I need to be yours, completely. Please.” You coo, pulling his hand down to touch your chest.
Levi marvels at the sight of you, your face was still so innocent despite you practically begging for him. Your breasts felt so soft in his hand and he latched his mouth to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it ever so gently. You moaned at the sensation and arched your back as he pulled you closer to him, his mouth warm against your cold skin. He continued back down to your belt and looked up at you, pecking your collar bone, “Can I take off your pants, Darling? I want to make you feel good before...We do it.” He blushes at the thought, it was finally going to happen, after months of him fantasising over you, he was finally going to fuck you.
You nodded eagerly and lifted your behind off of the table so he could pull you pants to your ankles. Nerves began to consume you as you realised this was the most naked Levi had ever saw you, wearing nothing but your panties. It was also the first time Levi had ever touched your most intimate regions. You’re sat infront of him and he watches you as an adorable blush floods your cheeks. Your legs open as you sit there, panting on his desk and he groans at the sight. He kisses your lips swiftly before trailing his lips lower, and lower, until his lips are just above your panty line.
“I want to taste you, Y/N.” He states plainly, grazing his teeth against the material and running a finger along your slit through your underwear. “I can’t believe how wet you are for me, I can’t believe you’re this filthy.” You watch as his cold fingers pull your panties to the side and he stares into your core, a silent moan escaping his mouth as he licks his lip. “Gods...Y/N” He groans before slowly licking your glistening slit, his eyes rolling back as he finally tastes you, his own pants were painfully right and he grinded his hips into the air as his lips roamed your core. His tongue begins running gentle circles around your clit, causing waves of pleasure to run through you and your back to arch. You wondered why Levi had never done this before; the way he was making you feel was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. His steel eyes were filled with pleasure and lust, grunting as you move your hips into his mouth and lapping up your juices with his tongue. Pleasuring you was just as amazing as he’d imagined, no, it was better. He hadn’t anticipated the way your soft thighs would shake around him or the way your eyes would water as you looked at him so needily.
“Ah, Levi- thank y-you, oh fuck!” You cry his name and your hands knot in his hair, pulling his face deeper into your wetness. He shifts slightly and you feel something at your entrance as he eases a finger in slowly, slightly worried by how tight you are, he would fit, but barely. For you it’s slightly uncomfortable, but not painful, you stiffen, unfamiliar with the sensation.
Levi keeps his finger inside of you but pulls his mouth away, looking up at you with concerned eyes, your juices all over his chin. “Is this okay Y/N? I promise it will make it easier when I... Take you.” You don’t reply, just buck your hips into his finger so it’s deeper inside of you. You moan out, much louder than before.
“Needy Brat.” Levi chuckles lowly and returns his mouth to you, nibbling on your sweet spot as his finger curls up into you, making you writhe and whimper. You were aware that he had found your g-spot, never having found it before but understanding what the sharp, intense feeling was inside of you. Levi knew he had found it, rubbing his finger against the spot, wanting to give you as much pleasure as he could. His mind was racing, he had never been so aroused, wanting to make your first time as mind-blowing as he could despite the discomfort you would unavoidably feel. Being on his knees for you like this turned him on, servicing his little brat, you were behaving so well for him, trusting him with your virginity like this.
You felt the knot building in your stomach and tugged at Levi’s hair harder. He added another finger while flicking his tongue against you, the pain making you wince but it quickly mixes with pleasure to bring you closer to your orgasm. Your toes curl and Levi feels you tighten even more around his fingers, alerting him that you’re going to cum. “That’s it baby, you’re doing so well. Let me make you cum.” His words tip you over the edge and a heat forms between your legs, your eyes roll back and you collapse onto the desk, the cold wood hitting against you. You feel his spare hand pull you closer into him and blows softly on your clit, the sexiest smile on his face as he watches you. You release on his fingers and his name falls from your lips repeatedly, every inch of your body is pulsating in pleasure and you whine as the empty feeling when he pulls them out.
“Please Levi..I’m r-ready.” You pant, sitting up and reaching for him, pulling him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, feel your wetness on his chin, it was all too much, Levi was thinking the same thing. He honestly wants to ruin you, to have you shaking and begging for him; to make you forget everything but his name. But he knew he couldn’t, he wants you to enjoy your first time as much as possibly could, being too rough probably wouldn’t be an option. Right now he's focused on making you feel good, but not only out of selflessness, he loves the way his name sounds on your lips when he’s touching you. He pulls away, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your hair.
“Not here Y/N, I want you to be comfortable. Hold onto me, love”
You hold onto him tightly, kissing his neck and causing him to shudder and he lifts you off of the desk. He takes you to his bedroom in which is attached to his office and kicks open the door, bringing you to the foot his bed. One of his arms moves to the back of your head to cradle you softly while the other remains around your waist; his strength allowing to how you up with ease. He lays you on the bed so slowly and gently, as if he could break you easily, his eyes watching yours cautiously as he falls between your legs.
“We can stop here, Y/N, tonight has been more amazing than I could’ve imagine already.” The usually stoic Captain’s voice was soft, more tender than you had ever heard it. “Not to say that I don’t want you, Gods I do, more than you can imagine. But I love you, and I understand if you’re not ready for...this.”
You move your hands down his chest to his hips, unbuttoning his trousers and rubbing his solid cock through his boxers. He’s huge. Your eyes widen and so do his, a soft whimper escaping him, never, had you seen him like this. “I want you to do this Levi, I need you to take me, I’m aching to be yours. Please.” Your words along with your small, soft hands on his cock are too much for him to handle, he needs you.
He lifts himself briefly to pull down his trousers and boxers, you see his length spring out and hit his skin. His gaze burns into yours as he spits into his hand, rubbing it all over his dick. You feel yourself wetten and pull off your panties, throwing them to the side as his eyes watch you hungrily. He falls back between your legs and props himself with one arm, the other moves to gently stroke your cheek, caressing the side of your face as he positions himself.
“This is going to hurt at first, but I promise it will feel good eventually. I’ll be gentle.” He presses his lips to your forehead, keeping his puckered mouth there as he slides his tip slightly into you, feeling you stiffen beneath him. The barrier that stood between his cock and the inside of you hugged him and you felt him pull you tighter, “I love you.” He moans apologetically before thrusting, hard past your hymen, staying very still once he feels it break. It makes you cry out and he kisses you briefly to stifle to moan. He pulls away from your lips, the hand caressing your cheek moves to hold your head to his while he leans his forehead on yours. Your eyes brim with tears at the painful sensation between your legs, you didn’t regret your decision to sleep with Levi, but gods was it hurting. “You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you...I’m so lucky.” He notices your pain and wants nothing more than for it to go away, whispering sweet nothings to you as you get used to his large size. He could hardly comprehend how tight you were, it was almost painful having to stay still. “Thank you, for giving me this Y/N. You feel...So fucking good.” He grunts the last few words, making you quiver below him. It took all of Levi’s restraint not to drive into you mercilessly, stealing your virginity and fucking you like the devil he really was. He bit down on his lip, staying completely still and watching your expression closely, waiting for any sign of the pain subsiding.
His cock twitched inside of you and brushed against your spot, causing a wave of pleasure to flow through your abdomen. The uncomfortable feeling shifted to quite the opposite and you lift your hips into it, gaining a low raspy moan from your lover. You smirked, Levi had taken your innocence and made you his, surely you could never be this aroused again. “Come on Levi, I know how bad you want to fuck me properly.”
Levi chuckles at your begging, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of you, holding in his moans as he cocks his head to the side. You were testing his self restraint, he didn’t know how much more he could take before he broke. He couldn’t, your first time needed to be gentle, soft. “Tsk. Brat, if I fucked you properly, you wouldn’t be able to move afterwards.”
Despite his efforts to control it, the want in his eyes remain and you know he hasn’t far from giving in. His thrusts were making you feel things you didn’t think you could, exploring you like you had never imagined was possible. You wanted to drive him over that edge,
“Please...Captain.”
Levi’s hold on his own arousal slipped and his eyes turned darker than you had ever seen them, you calling him that and begging him was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. The taboo of him being your superior had sometimes skimmed his mind, but hearing it drip from your lips with such filth as he stripped away your innocence riled him like nothing else. His drove himself into you, the tip of him hitting the back of your walls and he pulsates deep inside of you.
“Fuck...Y/N”
You answer in moans, your eyes rolling back as he thrusts again, starting to gain a rhythm. His strokes are hard and fast, filling every inch of you as you cried out for him. You felt his thumb at your lips, poking its way inside as you sucked it. Levi watched you intently, overcome with pleasure as he grunts with every thrust. He pulls his thumb out and taps the side of your face, gesturing for you to open your eyes. He places it in his own mouth, staring lustfully into eyes before taking it out with a pop, moving it down to your clit and rubbing small, gentle circles.
“Oh fuck...” He grins at your moan and moves a hand to your hips, holding you in place so he can fuck you deeper and harder. You whimper loudly and your strangled cries have him concerned, until he feels how deliciously you are pulsing around him. It’s impossible for him to focus on anything else as he repeatedly slams into you, his cock hitting all the right places. In the back of his mind a voice tells him he should probably calm down, this is the precise reason he had been so wary about taking your virginity, he knew once his animalistic side was unleashed he couldn’t stop himself.
Levi’s thrusts met your hips sharply. Each pounding earned a resounding moan that escaped your lips. Drool dripped from your lips onto the comforter. Even in his wildest fantasies, he had never imagined you this filthily, he wanted to fuck you forever. He was reminded of his endurance when he felt a warmth building in his core, he could usually last a while with a woman; but you was not just a woman, you were the epitome of heaven to him. The way your tightness hugged him as he rubbed at your clit made him bite down on his bottom lip hard, tasting blood.
“Y/N...I’m close...I want to feel you cum on my dick first.” His voice his rasped with pleasure, his thrusts are messy as he focuses more on pleasuring you. “I’ll wait for you but..Fuck, hurry up, you feel too good.”
Levi was driving into you relentlessly now and you felt your orgasm build again, halting briefly as you looked deeply into his eyes, enjoying this new side of Levi. He could feel you were close, waves of vibrations were travelling around his cock as he tried to hold back his impending orgasm. Levi knew you were on birth control, finding it in your bag a few weeks prior, so he knew he could finish inside of you. The thought of it sent a jolt of pleasure through him and he needed you to cum soon, he could hardly keep it in any longer. He smirks down at you, a playful look in his eyes as he angles his hips towards your G-Spot.
“Cum, you little Brat.”
He thrusts into you, hard; driving his cock against your G-spot with so much force that it brought your orgasm on before you could register what was happening. “Mmmff Lev..” Your insides feel as if they are exploding and waves of pleasure roll through your stomach. Levi cums at the sight of you, consumed by the pleasure that he was giving you. He felt the ropes of cum fill you and groaned at the thought of him being the first man to ever have you like this, he would be the only man to. His orgasm was stronger than any he’d had before, falling on top of you and panting heavily, moaning your name.
The two of you tangled yourselves in each other’s arms, it had been better than either of you could ever have imagined. Levi savoured every second of being this close to you, his naked skin on yours. You felt Levi’s manhood fall from you and his seed spill out, you grimace. Levi noticed and jumps up and runs to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and setting it with warm water before returning to bed, only to see you fast asleep, your cheeks still flushed pink from your orgasm.
Levi cleaned you up and lay you in bed properly, tucking you in and sitting beside you in bed, watching you closely. He wouldn’t sleep of course, he never could, but after tonight he was content to sit and watch you rest. The woman beside him had a hold on him like no other, he kissed your head, rubbing his nose in your hair and smiling.
“You did good, Brat.”
Dig Deep
Word count: 4.3k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Warnings: body horror, hugely unrealistic depictions of penetrative sex (don’t attempt to penetrate your cervix, friends), fucking TENTACLE SEX, endless cum kink, slight impregnation kink, weird, clinical voyeurism lol
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1196572
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The night before your wedding to a man you couldn’t find any more repugnant, you seek out the mercantile aid of an unscrupulous space pirate.
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vaunt (m) | jeon jungkook
pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.
a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!
Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.
“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.
“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.
“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.
“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.
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banana milk || jjk
⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader ⇢ genre: smut. ⇢ word count: 6.7K ⇢ theme: strangers to lovers. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight sprite slander, car sex(idk what’s with me, but car sex with jungkook sounds hot), nipple play, dry humping, handjob, mild exhibitionism, spit, finger sucking, slight thigh riding, outdoor sex, jungkook is lowkey cocky and sexy as fuck. ⇢ summary: sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle. ⇢ A/N: dude i looked for hours for the gif verison of that picture and couldn’t find it but pls it fits so perfectly. so like if you have the gif one, pls send it my way x
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a bit of a stretch | jjk (m)
↣ pairing: olympian!jungkook x gymnast!reader
↣ genre: fluff, smut, humor, olympics!au
↣ rating: +18
↣ word count: 8k
↣ warnings: language barriers galore, explicit sex, oral, fingering, wall sex, slight exhibitionism, deep penetration, sex against a window, alcohol consumption, jackson wang throws a wild party
↣ playlist: physical - dua lipa // love talk - wayv // freaks - surf curse // juggernaut - tyler, the creator // the king - sarah kinsley // yonaguni - bad bunny // let's get it started - black eyed peas // for your love - maneskin
↣ summary: Stolen glances across the Olympic Village's dining hall. Light brushes of your hands whenever you cross paths. No words ever uttered. No words ever needed.
↣ notes: beta read by @hobisbeautifulass @joheunsaram and @dee-ehn!!! thank you guys so much, you're the best :)) also shoutout to @rmverse for hyping me up while writing this, ily. and also @ressjeon u asked me to tag u in this, so enjoy :)
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You were hyperventilating.
Jeon Jungkook, South Korea’s golden boy, the most famous male gymnast in the world today, was staring at you, and you were hyperventilating.
It wasn’t your fault, nor his, really. Your friend and roommate Ali had tripped over someone’s foot and dumped all of her blue Gatorade all over your white tracksuit, right in front of the whole dining hall. You, reasonably, wanted to kill her right then and there.
The good news was: only a few people witnessed the tragedy. Bad news? All of the South Korean men’s gymnastics team sat in front of your table, being the titular few who witnessed how your tracksuit turned blue.
You locked eyes with the big-eyed athlete as he chuckled with his friends at your predicament. You, reasonably, turned as red as a stoplight and wished you could bury your head in the ground and not come back out until everyone left the hall.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” your friend said, immediately snatching everyone’s napkins to try (and fail) to wipe the mess away, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Y/N, please.”
“It’s okay,” you mumbled. Ali had failed to notice that the Korean team was laughing at you. “It’s fine. Just leave it. I’ll go back to my room and change.”
Of course, your teammates wouldn’t let you make the trek alone to your dorm, no ma’am. They personally escorted you back to your sleeping quarters in the Olympic Village and waited until you changed into a more presentable outfit. Your friend Ali even offered to wash it for you once you told him what Jungkook had seen.
At least you managed to save a bit of money in that regard.
“One day,” you said while sitting on the bus on your way to the gymnasium where the competition would take place, “one fucking day in this god-forsaken village and I’m humiliated in front of one of the world’s best gymnasts.”
Your teammates laughed at your mocking lamentations, though you thought they weren’t mocking, or sarcastic at all. You really meant it, and though you didn’t blame Ali for the accident, you certainly regretted having that little show be Jeon Jungkook’s first impression of you.
See, the man was more like a rockstar in the gymnastics world. Hell, in the Olympics world, even. Where Simone Biles completely slayed in Rio 2016, Jungkook dominated his entire category that year too. You supposed their shared birth year had something to do with that. Now, the Korean was back with a thirst for more, while these were your first games -- ever. Understandably, you wanted to make a good first impression.
“Just say you have a crush on him and go,” laughed one of your teammates, Karli, twirling her long, purple-dyed hair in her perfectly manicured nails. “I’ll one hundred percent back you up.”
It was Ali who snorted at the comment. “Please, I’d be the first to admit it. That man is so fine.”
You nodded. “Can’t argue about that.”
“Fuck, the money I’d pay to ditch the championship and just look at him during floor exercise. That man’s got moves,” Karli said.
“Bitch, have you seen his TikTok account?” You asked out loud. “He does breakdancing in his free time.”
“Seriously, how is that man even real?” Ali wondered. “You can tell the man is a sweetheart. Like, I’ve seen his interviews, I follow him on Instagram — we all do! He’s even a UNICEF ambassador. Like, I’m ashamed to even breathe the same air as him!”
Your team laughed at her comment, even your coach joining in and fawning over the athlete a little until your bus reached its destination.
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You crossed paths with the gymnast later that night, at dinner. You gripped your tray full of food as you made your way to the dessert station, looking for the fabled chocolate cake your friends had told you about when you saw him arriving right after you. He wore the same white and red tracksuit from this morning, the tattoos of his right hand peeking through. The sight of them made your heart beat even faster, and you wondered if saying something to him would be a good idea. He looked tired, but then again, so were you.
The staff in front of you handed you the slice of cake you requested, and you didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s gaze followed the decadent cake. He looked at the staff and pointed at your cake. “One. Please.”
You hadn’t really heard him speak until then. His TikTok account was filled with videos of him just dancing and doing random challenges. Never did you imagine his voice would sound so sweet, so melodious.
“Do you like chocolate?” Your words left your mouth before you could process them. What a stupid thing for him to say, of course he likes chocolate! If he didn’t he wouldn’t be ordering a big, chunky slice of decadent chocolate cake.
Jungkook froze in his tracks as the staff handed him his plate. His big, doe eyes widened prominently as he turned to you, confused. “Huh?”
“Chocolate,” you pointed at his cake. “Do you like it?”
“Choco- ah, chocolate! Yes! Uhhh… I like!” He looked extremely proud of his response, sending you a pure smile, charming you with his cute demeanor. “You like, too?” He asked, pointing at your cake.
“Yes,” you nodded, “I like chocolate, too.”
“I’m Jungkook,” he said, offering you his tattooed hand, his tray still on top of the railing. You graciously took it, screaming to your insides, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat. “My English, uh, very bad, yes.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”
He smiled, showing you his pretty bunny-like teeth. “Where you eat?”
“My table?” You asked and he nodded. “It’s over there,” you pointed to one of the tables closer to the entrance. “Wanna come?”
“Yeah,” he said and began to follow you towards your table. How this happened, you still have no clue. The Jeon Jungkook coming to your team’s table and hanging out? Fuck, you must’ve been dreaming at this point, but you didn’t dare to wake up. This was too good to be true.
Needless to say, your teammates were ecstatic, and a little bit shocked, to say the least. They constantly fawned over him and asked him questions, but he dodged them pretty well citing his pretty basic English skills. You tried to calm them down to no avail. But the real party began when his friends and teammates appeared out of nowhere and sat down along with you, each one prettier than the last. Where did the Korean Olympic team get these people? They looked like models!
One of them was Park Jimin, the shortest of the team, and possibly the loudest, whose English skills were a lot better than Jungkook’s. He took the time to introduce the other two men who accompanied them, Jung Hoseok, a tennis player, and Kim Namjoon, a volleyball player, who acted as a translator for all of them.
It surprised you just how well all of you got along despite the language barrier, and just like that, you exchanged numbers and contact info. Jungkook even followed you on Instagram and TikTok!
You kept talking the entire night, joking around with Jungkook’s friends and your teammates until the hall was almost empty. You couldn’t help but feel there was something going on with Jungkook, with the way he smiled at you whenever you said something to him, the way he looked like he wanted to tell you a thousand things, but couldn’t. If only you could communicate better...
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After that night, you met Jungkook a couple more times the next two days, though you didn’t exactly cross paths. Most of the times you saw him were at the dining hall, or at the bus stop on your way to the sports complex. You hadn’t really talked much, but he never failed to smile at you and wave.
You didn’t know what it was, maybe it was just your stupid crush on him, but whenever your gazes connected, you felt like floating, like your feet suddenly left the ground and there was no stopping you from reaching the sky. That’s how bad it was. Your teammates noticed it, too. How you would smile and blush like crazy whenever he winked and gave you a thumbs up.
You stayed on top of his progress in the competition — given his previous track record, it wasn’t surprising when he made it to the men’s final in all categories. So when you finally crossed paths that night after the games, you congratulated him and gave him a friendly high five.
He was still a bit confused by the way you spoke, but you supposed it had to do with his English skills, so you tried to put yourself in his shoes, your knowledge of Korean was limited to saying hello.
What surprised you, however, was that he pulled out his phone and signaled for you to wait. You watched as he typed something on his phone and then handed it to you. “Congratulations on going to the semifinals, you will do great,” read on the screen, in both Korean and English. He used Google translate to make sure you would understand him, and that only made your stomach flutter with butterflies.
“Aww, thank you,” you said, sending him a smile. Before you gave him his phone, however, you quickly typed in “You will ace everything. Good luck,” and handed it back to him, translated into Korean. He looked at the screen and gave you a soft smile and a wink, and just like that, the two of you parted ways, but his pretty smile still lingered on your mind well into the night, when you went to sleep.
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To no one’s surprise, Jungkook won the all-around competition and scored golden medals in all categories except for the vault, where he won silver. After the ceremony, you sent him a short message on Instagram congratulating him, and he responded with a bunch of cute emojis and a thank you, then sent you a picture of his medals, and congratulated you for making it to the finals, too.
So this time, you didn’t even hesitate, and as soon as you saw him at the dining hall, you called his name out loud. He was at the dessert station again, ordering the same chocolate cake he ordered a couple of days ago, and turned around as he heard your voice, beaming proudly once you made your way over.
“Congratulations!” You squealed and pulled him into a warm hug, which he reciprocated rather naturally, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You certainly didn’t mind the affection, burying your head in his chest and catching a whiff of his expensive cologne. His soft, melodious laughter reverberated across his chest, and you’d never felt more at home while in his arms.
But sadly, all good things come to an end, and when you separated you missed his touch instantly.
He turned around and grabbed his tray. “Come,” he said, pointing with his head towards his friends’ table, where his friends were already waving at you to come and sit with them. You accepted the invitation and quickly ran to pick up your own food and meet them at the table.
“So,” Namjoon explained minutes later, munching on his steamed broccoli, “there’s going to be a party tonight.”
“A party? Where?”
“In our building,” Jimin explained, “the delegation from Hong Kong is inviting everyone.”
“Apparently this fencer named Jackson Wang cleared like two entire floors to have everyone there,” Namjoon said. “He won gold today, and wants to celebrate.”
“Oh, wait, I follow him on Instagram! He’s, like, a model too, right?” You said.
“A very hot model,” Jimin sighed, leaning back on his seat. He then looked at Jungkook, who was next to you eating his food quietly, and spoke to him in Korean. You managed to make out Jackson Wang’s name, so you supposed he was telling him about the party.
Jungkook turned to you. “I go to party,” he said, rather seriously pointing at himself, then pointing at you, “ask your friends.”
“You want them to come to the party too?”
“Yes,” he nodded, “they are funny.”
Namjoon chuckled at his friend’s choice of words. “The party’s in an hour or two, so we better get ready.”
You cocked an eyebrow. “Hoping to get lucky tonight?”
Namjoon laughed. It was no secret among Olympians that the kind of stuff that went down in the village wasn’t exactly PG-13. You heard from one of the male athletes in your building that the Olympic Committee had distributed around 160,000 condoms, and that, in some previous instances of the games, they’d used them all up at some point.
“I just wanna relax tonight. I have a game tomorrow morning so I’ll try not to drink as much,” the volleyball player said, “though if I can relax with someone by my side, I won’t say no.” He wiggled his eyebrows comically.
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You didn’t know what to wear. You hadn’t exactly packed for a party, or for a nice outing. Instead, you had sweats, tracksuits, gym wear... the essentials, really. Luckily, you had packed a pair of jeans, but the t-shirts you had weren’t the most flattering. Ali had been kind enough to lend you a Rolling Stones t-shirt that looked halfway decent if you tucked it into your jeans.
So you and your friends made your way, hand in hand, to the Asian building inside the village, making your way to the top floor, as per Namjoon’s instructions. When the elevator doors opened, however, you were greeted with chaos.
Booming music could be heard everywhere. You had no idea how they managed to sneak in some speakers, but the music, what you recognized as the Black Eyed Peas’ I Gotta Feeling, blared everywhere, and you felt the boom of the bass resonating deep within you.
The halls were littered with people from all around the globe talking, drinking, some of them smoking cigarettes and, of course, the exhibitionists who did nothing but make out. It felt more like a frat party rather than a “simple get-together” as you had thought it would be.
You trod the hallway carefully, not wanting to accidentally step on some of the athletes that carelessly sat on the floor, looking left and right for Jungkook and his posse, sometimes even peeking into the olympians’ small apartments that left their front doors open.
After you turned the corner, you saw them hanging out with the legendary Jackson Wang on the far end of the hallway, next to the floor-to-ceiling window. The fencer looked like a million bucks, wearing what you thought was a purely Fendi monogrammed tracksuit, cool shades, and a beanie. Of course, the man was rich as fuck, and he liked to flaunt it. You couldn’t exactly blame him.
Jungkook, however, looked like sin incarnate.
Gone were the tracksuits, the uniforms, and the comfortable gym wear. Instead, he wore black ripped jeans that showed his deliciously meaty thighs and hugged his juicy behind perfectly, paired with a Hawaiian-esque short-sleeved shirt with the top three buttons undone, showcasing his sculpted chest and his full tattooed arm. The man was a walking wet dream. And he saw you.
“Y/N!” He greeted, coming up to your party to welcome you into his arms. “Hi.”
“Hi, you,” you said, relishing the feeling of his firm body. You never wanted to let go of him.
Your friends mingled with the rest, having grown used to each other by now, and exchanging words with Jackson Wang, who appeared to be on cloud nine, clutching his own beer bottle. “Alright, people, drinks are at my apartment, so if you want something, just let me know,” he said.
“Oh, we could do some rounds of vodka, what do you guys say?” Jimin suggested, much to your collective excitement. Jackson punched the air with his fist in pure joy, muttered a ‘yes’, and left to find the bottle, appearing no less than five minutes later with not one, but three bottles of Smirnoff vodka, and several red cups for everyone.
“Dude, where the hell did you get these?” You asked.
“There’s a liquor store a couple of blocks away, me and most of my floormates pretty much emptied it. Kinda like a cleanse, you know,” he informed you matter-of-factly. “The owner was weirded out, but he didn’t really complain. The bill was pretty high, though.”
All of you sat down in the middle of the hall like everyone else, you and Jungkook sitting together against a wall, your knees inevitably touching due to how cramped everyone was, but you didn’t mind it one bit, not when he scooted even closer to you.
The cups were distributed, along with some hefty amount of vodka in them. You weren’t much of a drinker, and you were sure that the goal for today was to not get smashed. Just like Namjoon had told you, there were important events tomorrow which you had to attend, and you needed to bring your A-game into it.
You spent the next half hour just loudly talking to each other, your voices trying to cut through the booming EDM songs carefully curated by Jackson (according to him after Jimin asked whose playlist was it). Whenever someone finished their drink, Jackson ran to fill it again, but you and your teammates decided to play smart and quietly sip on the clear bitter liquid. Jungkook was already on his second round while you had barely downed half of yours, and both of you were taking it slow — by the time you decided to stand up and mingle with the rest of the partygoers, Jimin had already finished his fourth and was looking for the beer stash.
Soon after, your cups of vodka were replaced by beer bottles, and you applied the same strategy as before. Jungkook noticed, but chose to say nothing — he wasn’t drinking that much, too, and you appreciated the sentiment. He wasn’t a big drinker from what you gathered.
Jackson’s roommates passed by everyone offering snacks and packs of chips. One of them, a boxer named Lucas, even held a large black garbage bag filled with party packs of universally known snacks. He recited the contents of the bag to your group like his life depended on it and handed you individual packs of barbecue flavored chips so you could munch down and not get as drunk that fast. Jimin, however, was already pretty tipsy by the time he opened his bag of chips.
The ambiance of the party transported you to those college raves your roommates dragged you to, the stench of debauchery, alcohol, and sex permeated through the hallway. Jackson told you how they procured a duffel bag full of condoms from the Olympic Committee (according to Namjoon, this year they distributed around a hundred thousand condoms, and he was pretty sure that, due to all the horny athletes fucking like there was no tomorrow, it wouldn’t be surprising if they ran out of contraceptives). The duffel bag was located in the middle of the floor, right next to the elevators, and it was already half empty. The bag was full when they placed it there.
A couple of hours later, and the party was in full swing. Just on your floor, there were over a hundred people (maybe more, you didn’t really know) partying their hearts out. You heard from other athletes that the floor below you had pretty much turned into a brothel and people were having sex inside every empty room like it was a frat house. The party had taken over the building and other athletes were also raging three more stories down. It was chaotic.
Then came the pictures. Your teammate Karli had brought a Polaroid camera just to take candid pictures of everyone in their drunken stupor doing random shit. She even captured the moment the other athletes started carrying Jackson around like he was a fucking rockstar. One guy from the British team was having his birthday, and his team even brought a massive cake and sang happy birthday to him, along with everyone else on your floor. Needless to say, the cake didn’t last long, as everyone was given just a small piece. Karli captured the moment someone smashed his face with cake. She also took a picture of you and Jungkook smiling and facing the camera, with his arms around you reminiscing a prom picture.
But that was the thing — he never separated from you. Almost all the time, you had to be touching somehow, grabbing your hand, draping an arm around your shoulder, hugging you at random times, high-fiving you, anything. You couldn’t say you disliked the attention. Hell, you relished it. It was quite obvious now that he had a thing for you, and he wasn’t being as shy about it as before, but neither were you.
Minutes later, after all the dancing and joking around, the group broke out into several smaller groups in which they talked and drank to calm down from all the chaos, but ultimately, you and Jungkook were left alone. So you turned around to face him properly, leaning against the wall.
“You look nice,” you said. “I like your shirt.”
He looked down at his open shirt and shyly fiddled with the buttons. “Ah, thank you.” Then he tried to think his words very carefully. “You look beautiful.”
You inevitably blushed at his words, the way he slightly paused in between them to make sure he said them right. Just then, he delicately took your hands in his. It surprised you just how soft they were, given that a gymnast’s hands would most probably be filled with callouses from gripping the bars too much, but he seemed to take care of his personal appearance, and they were the softest hands you’d ever had the pleasure of touching. “Dance?” He asked, looking at you with sparkly, sweet eyes.
Your heart got caught in your throat, beating faster than the speed of sound. You nodded, watching with awe as he led you into the sea of athletes grinding on each other, partying like a bunch of hormone-addled college kids. You’d danced enough already, but for those pretty eyes, you’d do jumping jacks on the spot if he asked you to.
He placed his hands on your hips the moment you reached the crowd, hanging right on the edge to not feel as cramped in the tight hallway, and you began to gently sway to the beat of the bright pop song blaring from the speakers. He appeared to you like something out of a dream, with his fluffy hair, sparkly eyes, soft cheeks, and bunny smile. In your mind, he was an angel that could do no wrong.
“You’re pretty,” he said, not bothering to hide the wide smile on his face as the song changed to something more upbeat, but you kept the same pace as before, not caring about the world around you in the slightest. In fact, he brought you closer to him, pressing your chests together as you gently placed your palms on his chest. “When I saw you first, I…” he giggled to himself, searching his brain to find the right words to say. “I think?”
“Thought,” you corrected cheekily.
“Thought, yes,” he nodded, “I thought, ‘wow, so pretty’,” he smiled like he just recited a dozen love sonnets to you from memory. It sure felt like it.
You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling like a schoolgirl. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you didn’t care; you hadn’t felt like this in months, probably years. “Well, I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met,” you confessed.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, really?” You nodded, taking notice of the way his eyes trailed down to your lips and then back to meet your gaze, then focusing back on your lips. “Can I…” He began, an ounce of hesitation tainting his voice. “Can I kiss you?”
You swore you were going to combust right then and there. He gripped you tighter, your faces were so close to touching yet so far. The world seemed to slow down around you, as if waiting for you to say yes and then have everything go back to normal speed, as if trying to highlight this moment in particular. You nodded, cupping his face and letting your lips naturally gravitate towards each other until they finally met in the softest of first kisses. He was timid, shy, unsure of how to proceed. You didn’t want to scare him. It was so new to both of you, that the mere touch of your lips resulted in a whole slew of emotions running through your body. You felt your feet lifting off the ground, ready for him to take you to the sky.
Just like the kiss began, it ended, far too quick for your liking, but that’s what it was, just an innocent kiss.
You looked into his eyes again, but this time you found them gazing deep into your soul, trying to figure out your thoughts, to pick your brain apart just to know how you worked. You giggled together, like teenage lovers who snuck away just to innocently make out.
“Again?” You asked, taken over by his charming smile. He beamed, a hint of pink creeping up his cheeks, and leaned closer to capture your lips tenderly once more.
This kiss was a lot more passionate than the last, you pressed your bodies so close together it was hard to even breathe, but that was the last of your concerns. His lips were so soft, so skilled, so hypnotizing, you were sure that just his kisses ruined other men for you. He was the absolute best you were ever going to get, and he was making sure you would always remember him wherever you were.
Now a bit more confident, he didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue into your mouth, heady with the taste of beer. You were drunk on him already, head up in the clouds with the way he grabbed you and claimed your mouth so expertly. Your tongues danced and twisted with passion just as you held onto the collar of his shirt, knees already weak for him.
You heard several whistles and some hoots of encouragement around you. The kiss broke just like that, finally remembering you weren’t alone, and that you probably staged a show for all of the partygoers.
Indeed, when you opened your eyes and looked around you, your friends were cheering for you, clapping to the beat of the music. You even heard some screaming “Finally!” and some of Jungkook’s friends were high-fiving. Namjoon reluctantly grabbed his wallet and passed Ali a bill, and you figured they must’ve made a bet of some kind.
Of course, your faces went red from getting caught red-handed. Still holding you close, Jungkook sighed and complained to his friends in Korean, laughing along with them. On the other hand, you held a bewildered gaze with your friends, who only gave you a thumbs up. Karli even yelled at you to get your man, so you hid your face in his chest in embarrassment and laughed.
“Hey,” Jungkook called seconds later. You looked around, and by then your group had scattered and left you alone.
“Yes?” You turned to him, curious, as he shyly looked away for a moment.
“Uh, you wanna, uh, go to my room? With me?” He asked, licking his lips out of nervousness. The question took you by surprise, but you didn’t have time to even process it, because you were nodding almost immediately as if your body was calling out to him so desperately.
He nodded in confirmation and finally let you go, grabbing your hand and leading you past the sea of people, navigating the hallway carefully, and right towards the elevators. You noticed the duffel bag Jackson previously mentioned, and Jungkook quickly crouched down, grabbed a couple, and stuffed them into his pocket. It only made what you were about to do a lot more real for you, and it had your heart thumping wildly inside your ribcage.
The ride down to his floor was rather short. He only lived three floors down, but when the doors opened, you realized that the party was really getting out of control. If anything, Jungkook’s floor was more chaotic than Jackson’s. You witnessed someone throwing a roll of toilet paper around, some athletes were in their competitive uniforms busting it down to a random rap song, and other people were playing volleyball in the hallway. It took a long minute to even get past them, but you managed to reach his apartment door unscathed.
To your relief, his place was empty, but you could still hear the booming bass from outside. He turned on the lights to the small common area between rooms, and then looked at you.
No words needed to be said right then. They weren’t necessary.
He immediately crossed the gap between you, grabbing your face and smashing his lips into yours in a sudden frenzy. The kiss was urgent, desperate, and you held onto the collar of his shirt as if you’d suddenly lose control of your legs and fall over. “Room,” he whispered between kisses, never once letting you go, “my room.”
You broke the kiss, gasping for air. “Which one is it?”
He took your hand in his and led you to the door on your right, quickly getting both of you inside and turning the lights, shutting the door, and locking it. When he was done, he sighed and began to slip off his sneakers. You licked your lips and followed his lead, wiggling your toes when your bare feet touched the hardwood floor.
“So,” you began, pacing around the room while he threw his socks on the hamper next to his luggage. “This is your bed?” You pointed at the bed closest to the window. He nodded and walked over to you. “What do you wanna do?”
He pecked your lips sweetly. “Kiss you.”
You cocked an eyebrow — that wasn’t really the answer you were hoping for. “Kiss me?”
But then his gaze darkened and he placed his hands on your hips. “Everywhere,” he said and began pushing you backward until the back of your legs hit the bed. He kissed you again, shortly, and waited for you to sit down right in front of him. He grasped your chin and made you look up at him as he smirked and fiddled with one of the buttons of his shirt.
Oh.
You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing inch after inch of gorgeously sculpted skin. It’s not like you’d never seen him shirtless before — his Instagram feed was chock-full of sexy workout pics — but this was different. This was intimate.
His shirt hit the floor and you were blessed with the image of his toned physique. At this point, it was enough to make you drool, and you wondered what would become of you the moment he took off his pants.
He must’ve seen you ogling because he chuckled to himself as he bent down to kiss you again. “Pretty,” he muttered into the kiss. It seemed this was his new nickname for you.
You let him whisk you away to dreamland with that kiss, sighing with content as you cupped his face with both hands to keep him there, but his were doing something entirely different. Instead, he was playing with the hem of your shirt, having untucked it from your jeans, pulling it up with a little bit of hesitation. Like he was waiting for you to give him the go. So you placed one hand atop his to help him pull and hoped he got the idea. Thankfully, he did, and your shirt was off in no time.
He gave you a once over, smirked, and placed his knee on the bed, beside you, and you took it as a sign to climb further up the bed and rest your head on the pillow. Jungkook soon followed, settling on top of you, hands on either side of your head to avoid weighing you down. “Kiss?” He asked, licking his lips.
“Kiss,” you answered, smiling.
Contrary to what you expected, he went for your neck, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses onto the skin, all while his hands roamed your body and squeezed any part they could find. You spread your legs to accommodate him in between them and gently rubbed his back as he looked for your sweet spot, softly nibbling and licking your neck. His crotch met yours and he finally rested his whole weight on you. Opening your legs even further, you wrapped your arms around him, delighted to feel all of him on top of you.
He found a spot at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and bit it. Softly. Intimately. Not too much for it to hurt, but enough to leave a mark, dragging the skin out and releasing it. Your panties were soaked just from that little action.
His lips ghosted atop your jaw, and he came up to taste your lips, albeit briefly, before coming back down to worship your chest, going further down until he brushed the valley of your breasts. He paused for a moment and looked back at you. “Kiss?” He repeated, gaze darker than before.
Breathless, you nodded. “Kiss.”
He grinned, then proceeded to press small kisses to the top of each of your breasts, almost reverentially. His finger hooked onto the band of your sports bra and pulled down teasingly until your breasts were exposed. He looked down on them with hunger and didn’t hesitate to put the right one into his mouth, lips wrapping around your nipple and flicking it with his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure as he pinched your other nipple, twisting it to his heart’s content until the soft bud turned stiff. Your cunt clenched around thin air and you moaned, cradling his head with your hand, soothingly brushing his bangs out of his face. When he was satisfied, he switched places, all while looking you in the eye, like he was fully aware of just how turned on you were. He sucked on your other nipple like a vacuum, rolling the other one between his fingers as you held back a moan, biting your lip.
He grew tired of it, eventually, releasing your nipple with a wet pop, and you took your bra off, carelessly throwing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts and squeezed them like a plushie as he kissed down the valley of your breasts and into your belly. He seemed to like how soft your skin was, because he sank his teeth into it, dragging it out and then letting it snap back into place, tongue darting out to lick it immediately after. He reached the waistband of your jeans and wasted no time to take them off of you; you lifted your hips up to help him. Now that you were almost bare, you could see how he licked his lips at the sight of your soaked undies, your legs spread for him only.
He got off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of you, grabbed your ankles and pulled you close to the edge, then put your legs on his shoulders. As he ran his hands along your firm thighs, he raised his pierced eyebrow and said once more, “Kiss?”
At this point, you wanted to shove his face between your legs and never let him come back up, but your mind was so hazy you couldn’t even fathom to speak, so you nodded instead. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning your clothed cunt. “Pretty,” he purred, and pressed a hot, languid kiss to your pussy, inhaling your scent as if you were his favorite meal. Then he leisurely kissed your mound, and your inner thighs, taking his time, all while ignoring your hot center, still very much covered, still very wet for him.
“Jungkook,” you whined after a minute, grabbing his attention, “please.”
He looked at you with lustful eyes. “Kookie,” he told you, “call me Kookie.” And just like that, he slipped your panties to the side and dove in.
If you thought his tongue was skilled before, you were greatly underestimating him.
Like his prowess in the gym, tonguing you down appeared to be his area of expertise. You wondered as he licked a fat stripe from your hole up to your clit, his face smushed between your thighs, how in the world was the man so good at everything. Did he even have a flaw? He must have one, for fuck’s sakes. He couldn’t be that perfect.
Jungkook was full-on making out with your pussy now, moaning to himself as he took in your scent, your taste, licking every inch of you. You could make out the faint lewd sounds of his tongue, how he slurped your juices like it was water, how he enjoyed it all.
He sucked on your clit hard, expertly flicking it with his tongue until you were a mess under his touch, back arching off the bed as you moaned his name aloud. It only seemed to make him go harder at it.
At some point, he slid two fingers in one go, easily filling you up and filling you deeply. Just from the way he curled them, beckoning you to him, as if luring your orgasm any closer, made you understand that this man didn’t come to play. He knew how to fuck, and he was fucking you really well. You knew that after this, after him, nobody else would compare.
You had your fingers tangled in his hair when your orgasm crashed down on you all of a sudden. You cried, thrashed, and trembled on the bed as he fucked you all the way through, helping you ride your high, slurping all of your wetness, and licking you clean. He finished you off with a kiss to your inner thigh, and slowly pulled out and away, putting your legs back down.
“Good?” He asked with a cheeky grin.
You let out a breathless laugh. The room was still spinning around you. “Yeah,” you mused, “so good. Wow.”
While you regained your breath, he helped you take your panties off, swiftly sliding them off of you and throwing them to the floor. You made grabby hands at him to help you sit upright on the bed, and you came face to face with the bulge in his pants.
His black jeans perfectly showcased how hard he was, straining around his crotch so much you thought the button was about to pop off. You wanted so much to just… touch him and please him, just like he pleased you.
You stood up, legs a bit weak but still firm — you didn’t train around 30 hours a week for nothing — cupped his face and brought him down for a kiss. Never mind that he tasted like you, it was hot as hell. You let your hands roam across his chest, down the ridges of his abs, as your tongues danced together, until you finally cupped his length through his jeans. He let out a tiny moan, the most wonderful melody you had ever had the pleasure of listening to, and broke the kiss, slightly bucking his hips towards your hand. You groped him tighter.
“Do you like that?” He hummed in approval. “Can I take it off?” You asked.
“Please,” he whispered, and returned to the comfort of your lips as you unbuttoned his jeans. After quickly unzipping, you began to pull them down, but he grabbed your hands and hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear, silently pleading to take everything off in one go.
His jeans and boxers hit the floor, leaving him finally in the nude, bare to your eyes. You kissed him harder as he stepped out of his pants and pulled you closer. Wanting to feel all of him, you pressed your bodies tightly against each other, his big hands grasping your ass and squeezing, his hard cock pressing against your lower belly. You wasted no time and took him into your hand. His cock was hot, hard, and sensitive; that much you could gather based on the way he moaned into your mouth as you jerked him off.
“Hmm, wait,” he said, reluctantly separating from you. You released him, and then he turned around to fish his pants from the floor, digging into his front pockets to procure a condom, the packet emblazoned with the logo of the Olympics. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on, letting out a sigh of relief once he was done.
He grabbed your hands and pulled you close, softly giggling along with you as you kissed again. “Up,” he said later, patting your thigh. You jumped into his hold and crossed your legs around him, hanging onto him like a koala, never fully separating from his lips. He walked blindly around the room, carrying you with ease like you were a mere paperweight, until your back hit a wall.
You ached to have him inside you, and he seemed to read your mind, grasping his cock and lining it with your entrance. He entered you slowly, stretching you out until he sheathed all of himself inside you. The two of you moaned in unison, holding onto each other so tight you half-expected to see marks tomorrow. Your coach wasn’t going to be happy about this.
“Fuck,” you whispered, digging your nails into his shoulders as he gave you a moment to get used to the intrusion. He was having a hard time, too, breathing heavily, trying not to spill his load quickly.
“Good?” He asked, bumping the tip of his nose against yours. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” you answered, the balls of your feet resting atop his perky ass. You’d give anything to squeeze it, but sadly, your current position wouldn’t allow it.
Jungkook then proceeded to thrust into you, starting off slow to get you accustomed to the feeling, steadily building the pace, fucking you deeply and surely. Eventually, he set a hard, deep pace, his pubic bone slightly grinding against your clit, providing you with more pleasure.
You captured his lips in a searing, passionate kiss, just as your toes curled from the onslaught of pleasure that he gave you. He gripped your ass with tremendous force, matching his hard thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin permeating the otherwise silent room. You could still make out the booming bass of the party outside, but in this room, it was just the two of you. Nothing else mattered.
“Kookie,” you moaned into the kiss. He responded with your name and an even harder thrust. His nails dug into your skin, surely leaving some marks behind. You didn’t care.
He eventually got tired of carrying you, letting you back down on the floor gently, after making you aware of his discomfort. He had just spent the entire day competing at the finals, of course, he was tired — so were you. Even the best gymnasts, with all their stamina, had a breaking point, and you tried not to cross his.
“Sorry,” he said, slightly blushing. You caressed his cheek and kissed him, letting him know it was more than alright.
But then, you had an idea. “Come,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the large floor-to-ceiling windows that showed a spectacular view of Tokyo Bay.
“Here?” He asked, surprised. You were sure no one was going to see you getting fucked against the window, most of the athletes were busy either partying or sleeping anyway, and the streets below were empty at this time of night.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” you smiled.
Jungkook chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss. “You’re crazy,” he said. Then, he turned you around so you faced the window and smacked your ass, watching with glee how it jiggled. Spreading your legs a bit, you pressed your palms against the glass for some leverage, as he quickly lined his cock with your center and slid into you again, filling you up completely.
The angle made you feel him even deeper than before, and you made sure to let him know. “Shit,” you cursed, “fuck, that feels so good.”
“Yeah? Good?” He asked with that breathy, melodious voice of his, rolling his hips and burying his cock deep into you. Your face and breasts were pressed against the window as he quickened the pace, leaning down to press kisses on your shoulder.
“Yesssss,” you moaned, “fuck me harder.”
“What?” He asked, out of breath.
“Harder,” you repeated, already feeling your orgasm looming closer and closer. You were far too sensitive tonight, and he was bringing you to climax quicker than any other man ever could.
Jungkook obeyed, keeping his quick pace but hitting much harder now, moaning your name aloud with the prettiest voice you’d ever heard, so much that it made you clench all around him as you pictured him furrowing his brows and his features twisting pure pleasure. Overwhelmed, you sneaked a hand below to touch your clit, desperate to feel more. Jungkook had a death grip on your hips, railing you desperately, hard, fast, and deep.
Your legs trembled while trying to keep you upright, jolts of pleasure traveling through your entire body as you rubbed your clit in tight little circles. “Fuck, I’m so close, Kookie, I’m coming,” you whimpered, furiously pinching and touching yourself, your orgasm so near you could already see it.
“Close?” He repeated, leaning closer to kiss your cheek, pressing his front to your back. He grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, and that was the last kick you needed to finally leap headfirst into your orgasm.
“Fuck!” You cried out, feeling your clit pulse in pure pleasure, your walls clenching on his cock, warm and tight, legs shaking and body spasming as your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook held you as his thrusts slowly came to a halt. The room was filled with your pants, gasping for air.
“You okay?” Jungkook asked, his lips grazing the back of your neck.
“Yeah,” you replied, “but you haven’t…”
He kissed the nape of your neck and pulled out. “No. It’s okay,” he reassured you, soothingly rubbing your shoulders. “Come,” he said, crouching down and whisking you up bridal style. You squealed, not expecting him to do that, holding onto him for dear life.
“What are you doing?” You giggled.
He walked towards his bed and lowered you gently in it, finishing off with a sweet kiss to your nose and a pretty giggle. He climbed on the bed and knelt in front of you, squeezing your calves with a bit of hesitation written across his face. “Okay?”
You quickly figured what he meant by that. “Okay,” you said, immediately spreading your legs for him. He shook his head and instead grabbed them and put them over his shoulders.
“Like this,” he said, grabbing his cock and entering you swiftly, not stopping until he bottomed out. Though you were a bit sensitive, given how you’d just had an orgasm, you’d never felt him hitting this deep until now, and he knew it perfectly, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning something unintelligible.
“Good? Okay?” He repeated, wanting to make sure you were alright. You reassured him with a nod, and that was it for him. He began to thrust into you ruthlessly — now he was fucking you for his pleasure. Holding onto your legs tightly, he pulled out his cock almost all the way and then shoved it right back in, fucking you so hard he was pretty much rearranging your insides.
He began muttering something in Korean as his thrusts got wilder and sloppier, the filthy, wet squelch of your battered cunt filling up the room. You had no idea what he was saying, but it was hot either way. He could’ve been reciting the times table of eight and you would’ve still found that incredibly hot.
His moans got more high pitched the more he fucked you, and it got you so worked up you started clenching around him on purpose, with the sole intent of watching him fall apart right then and there.
“Kookie,” you called him, caressing his thigh, “come for me, Kookie.”
“Yes,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and quickening his pace, “Y/N, a-agh!” His orgasm reached him with tremendous force, causing him to spill his load into the condom, his cock twitching inside you as he did so, body going still.
He stayed like that for a hot minute, trying to keep his composure, and when he finally came down from his high, he delicately placed your legs down on the bed, and sat beside you. The small, single cardboard beds weren’t exactly built for two people to sleep in, so it felt a little cramped, but you made it work.
“Wow,” you laughed after a minute. He looked at you with cute Bambi eyes, and you couldn’t resist the urge to hug the man to death. You scooted to the side and patted the small space next to you, and he gladly accepted the invitation, lying on his side and spooning you, pressing tiny kisses to your shoulder. “This was nice,” you said.
“Very nice,” he said, “I liked it. I like you.”
You tried not to make the blush in your face too evident, but it was nearly impossible. “I like you too, a lot,” you confessed.
He gave you the prettiest smile you’d ever seen, so bright it could light up the entire village if he wanted. “Good,” he said, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. He just couldn’t help it. “Can you stay?”
You didn’t even think it through. “Yes.”
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You were hyperventilating.
This was happening, and you were a hyperventilating, crying mess. A silver medal. A fucking silver Olympic medal for the vault. You couldn’t believe it.
Your team screamed for you with delight as you stepped onto the podium. The fight had been a tough one. Your final score was just a hair away from beating the top gymnast in there, but for your first Olympics? This was a whole accomplishment, in and of itself. This called for a celebration, a party, whatever it was. You just wanted to make the most out of this.
As you bent forward to receive the medal, your gaze diverted to the side, to the bleachers, where other athletes sat and watched. In the middle of them all, there stood Jungkook, wearing the proudest smile on his face, standing up for you, phone in hand, recording it all, cheering for you.
As the winner’s national anthem was played, you watched your flag ascend along with the other athletes’, and you couldn’t fight the tears that came.
your throne
a/n happy kinktober, friends! told ya i’d get this out by the end of the month hehe. saying this now that this is gonna be the absolute filthiest thing that will ever come from my fingertips, so read at your own risk
warning: dark content ahead!!
as always, minors pls dni
word count: 5.4k
content/warnings: reader is afab; reader is sukuna’s concubine; sukuna’s true form (so monsterfucking ig, getting in the true kinktober spirit, folks), a bit of fear play, gore, mentions of death (not main characters), sex slave vibes, prescribed position, oral (m receiving), d/s dynamics (dom!sukuna, sub!reader), degradation (and a lot of it), but some praise to make up for it, teasing, face slapping (hand and dick), spitting, brief female and male masturbation, deepthroating, throat fucking, exhibitionsism, choking, cock warming, ass play/fingering, cock worship
Your heart leapt to your throat at the other maiden’s sudden beckoning. Limbs shaking, you crossed what seemed like miles worth of ankle deep water, approaching the sanctuary of your king. You couldn’t help that your entire body was taut as a coiled spring, jumping at every sound that reached your ears.
As you neared Sukuna’s lair, your body automatically assumed its learned mechanisms.
Small, even steps.
Hands clasped neatly at your navel.
Back straight as a rod.
And most importantly, head down. Eyes down. Never look up.
It was what Master Sukuna hated the most.
Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you trudged onward. Deep breaths flourished in your lungs as a last resort effort to still your trembling, to ground your restless thoughts, to calm your racing heart. But no amount of self-soothing ever prepared you for Sukuna’s voice rumbling through your chest cavity, shaking you to your core with the deep and threatening tone.
“You’re late.” There wasn’t an ounce of mercy in his tone, nothing to indicate that he would ever go easy on you. You cursed yourself for even the puniest thought that something kind would fall from the lips of the most evil demon ever to walk the Earth. There wasn’t any excuse you could make to assuage his disappointment.
“I apologize, Master Sukuna,” came your small voice. “I’ll do better next time.”
“I doubt it. Come make up for your insolence.” He always easily got to the point, attempting to cover up his desire to be in you with the fact that you hadn’t sprinted to his side the second your friend summoned you to meet him.
“Yes, Master.” You obeyed without hesitating, trying your hardest to appear graceful as you ascended the mountain of bones. Sickening cracks sounded from under your thin soles, threatening to pull a whimper from your lips. Feebly, resolve morphed together within you, barely solid, with no foundation whatsoever.
You could feel his deep red eyes bore into you, seeing through your very soul as you made your meek approach to his feet. It was a difficult task, attempting to climb up an uneven hill with bones jutting out at every which way, but more so with the advantage of eyesight taken away; you didn’t want to risk looking up to plot your next move and Sukuna taking it as disobedience.
You had seen what he did to the other concubines who showed any semblance of defiance. It burned in your eyes, haunted your dreams at night. Their blood spilled out onto the floor, eyes’ light fading in just a moment.
And he would laugh.
He would fucking laugh.
He was the thing, the creature, that you hated the most out of anything that ever existed. He was pure sadism, maliciousness, sin; the Devil incarnate.
Yet, he took an uncharacteristic liking to you.
As much as you hated him with everything in your being, you used it to aid in your survival. You were going to get out of here eventually, even if it killed you. Even if it meant playing into the hands of the ravenous beast.
Your footing finally found itself on the precipice of the mountain of skulls. Taking a calm breath, you paused for Sukuna to address you. Your shoes were soaking wet, squelching uncomfortably with the liquid from the bog below. Hands only trembling slightly, you waited for his command.
“Looking at you makes me sick,” was how he chose to address you. Despite your demure appearance, you burned with hatred. Inconspicuously, you clenched your hands, airing out some of the tension building up within you. No reply lilted from your lips, not wanting to throw Sukuna into a fit of rage that would result in your head joining the skulls making up the mountain.
“On your knees,” he commanded, eliciting an immediate response from your body. It was an automatic reaction; before the last syllable even left his lips, your body was hurtling towards the ground, not giving him any excuse to tear into you. The skin of your legs threatened to tear at the shards of calcium sticking out from beneath you, but the callouses that formed from the countless times you performed in this very spot prevented that from happening.
“Make yourself useful.” You knew his code. It was peculiar, really, how he only used innuendos with you; while it may not have been all the time, no other maiden in the realm had ever received that kind of treatment. Your hips ached as you spread your knees, assuming the position that Sukuna loved the most. Arched back. Ass out. Hands grasping forearms behind your back, pulling your muscles taut.
You nestled your way in between his legs, heart pounding in your ears. No eye contact, don’t look up at him. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the armchair of his throne, but didn’t make any effort to free himself. You saw it, though, clear as day. The bulge that was forming underneath his robe. Your mouth watered at the sight.
Blinking your eyes rapidly, you got to work quickly, not wasting a moment at Sukuna’s growing impatience. Your teeth flashed as your body leaned forward, breasts hitting the edge of his seat when your legs scooted closer to his throne to more comfortably access him. A sigh escaped his lips as you used your mouth to pull his robe to the side. In quick succession, you removed the underlying layer, watching as his cock sprung up, freed from its thin barriers.
Your pussy clenched around nothing, seeing his fully erect member in all its glory. His tip was already beginning to redden at the sight of you positioned so perfectly in front of him, waiting so sweetly to take him into your mouth. You could feel a heat igniting between your legs.
“Good slut, knowing not to use her hands,” he murmured. His eyes burned a hole in your skull as your tongue swiped across your lips, wetting them to prepare for giving him what he wanted. A tiny sigh flowed from your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick. It jolted in response, flicking against your nose, smearing precum on it.
Your head tilted down, studying the veins that had already begun to bulge, spindling underneath his skin like a map. Flattening your tongue, you set a tantalizingly slow trail up his shaft. His thighs tensed, but didn’t move from their position. You wanted to smile at how your movements captivated the King of Curses, but you valued your life more than your ego.
Tongue running up to the smoothness of his tip, you puckered your lips, taking it into your mouth, but not going past the head. Gently hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked, tongue rubbing in circles over his warmth as it leaked precum into your moist mouth.
“There you go, baby.” Your eyes threatened to shoot a glance at him as the pet name swirled in the shell of your ear. He had never, ever, called anyone that. There wasn’t any indication that he had started developing any sort of feelings with you other than the obvious physicality of it. You never spoke more than two sentences to him outside of fucking him. Why was he now starting to get soft?
Clearing your head of the unwanted thoughts, you started to bob your head up and down on his shaft, relishing in the deep breaths he released. It was a known fact that he rarely moaned, probably trying to keep up the image of an untouchable, unaffected god. It was such a taboo that the other maidens obsessed over, even going so far as to keep a running count of all the times it had occurred (you held the record).
With each descent, you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your gag reflex was wrecked by him long ago, so when his tip brushed against the back of your throat, you didn’t flinch. The tendons in your jaw ached at the stretch to accomodate his girth; though it’s what always wrecked you, yet resurrected you, every time.
“Ah, finally!” His voice boomed above you. You grappled with the urge to bat your eyes upward to discern what he was referring to - you hadn’t done anything differently. Voices that floated up from down the mountain satiated your nosiness, confirming that he wasn’t addressing you.
Knowing he didn’t like when his maidens got distracted, you kept on with pleasuring him. The scene was plain sinful, almost humorous, as he continued conversing with the prisoners of the domain, showing no signs that he was being sucked off beside your submissive form in front of him, head bobbing to an alluring tempo.
You couldn’t discern a certain thing that the group said from beneath the two of you, but Sukuna let out a mirthful laugh. He gently patted your head, which you nearly flinched at, but soon recovered, somewhat eased at the affection that he was giving you. It was uncharacteristically odd, but it soothed your nerves.
“Yes, yes, I know!” he croned. “My slut’s such a good girl.”
You couldn’t help but moan around his cock at the unanticipated praise. A wetness made itself known in your panties, the dampness seeping through the cloth easily. Sukuna only laughed at your sounds, easily covering the fact that it only fueled his fire, as indicated by his twitching in your mouth. His hand remained on your head, neither pushing it nor pulling your hair, just resting.
He bid goodbye to his visitors, seemingly in one of the best moods you’d seen him in… well, ever. His breath seethed out between his teeth at the sight of you devouring him like he was your last meal. His veins brushed against the inside of your mouth, tastebuds mapping out unexplored territory.
Spit began to spill from the corners of your lips, dripping down your tongue as it stroked the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. You really were a filthy sight, eyes squeezed shut, mouth sloppy as it continued to take in his member, deeper and deeper until it threatened to cut off your air supply. You coughed, suddenly, around him, causing him to buck his hips into you, balls slapping against your chin. The harsh contact had your eyes watering, struggling to regain your rhythm you’d constructed to keep his temper at bay.
But the slip up was the one mistake you couldn’t afford to make. Sukuna’s fingers quickly tangled into your hair and yanked you upwards. You sputtered, trying to catch your breath, saliva trailing off your lips, still connected to his cock. Your eyes twitched upward slightly, then flickered back down as you caught yourself from sealing your fate.
“What’s wrong, cumslut?” he cooed tauntingly, fisting his cock in his free hand. His good mood had dissipated in an instant. “Too big for you?”
“N-no, Master Sukuna,” you forced out, teeth gritting at the hair follicles threatening to be torn out of your head. As much as it hurt, it exhilarated you. A blush spread across your cheeks, warmth seeping down to your center. He noticed the change in your demeanor, how his roughness aroused you. It was a dangerous game you played with him, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“Then why’d you fuck it up?” he growled. You watched as he pumped his cock faster, the sound of his precum and your saliva clicking in his palm like music to your ears. You swallowed roughly, throat bobbing. Before you could blink, he had deftly untangled his hand from your hair and slapped you once, twice, on your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you still gasped in surprise at the sensation.
Redness stained your face as the skin heated in response to the hits. Your pussy clenched around nothing at his harshness, and shame flooded through you despite your obvious arousal. He was waiting for an answer, so you scrambled to give it to him - rejecting the bratty thought to keep him waiting so he would hit you again.
“I was surprised, I guess,” you admitted weakly. “But I’ll do better. I promise, Master.”
You let your tone take on a sweetness to honey up his rage, but it didn’t do you much good. A wicked smile voiced itself when Sukuna spoke again, releasing his dick, letting it slap against his stomach, the wetness staining the fabric.
“No, I’ll do better,” he corrected you, pulling you forward by the hair to come face to face with his cock again. He held it once again, your jaw opening automatically to take him in once more. But instead of sinking you down on it, he slapped it against your face. You winced at the contact, but relished in the way that the wetness stuck to your cheek, how the liquid cooled to soothe the red skin.
“Tongue out,” he commanded. You obeyed without question, letting the pretty pink muscle loll out of your mouth, waiting for his next move. He didn’t hesitate to spit into your mouth, the sensation foreign as you refused to budge, the liquid still on your tongue. He didn’t pause for a minute, smacking his cock against your tongue, breath coming in uneven gasps at the warmth. You knew that he pined to be inside you again, to be enveloped by your heat, your wetness.
His desire to plunge into your mouth soon won out in his sadistic game of slapping you with his cock. He released himself and tugged on your hair once again, this time pressing you onto his length. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his girth, pushing your head lower and lower until your throat constricted around him.
“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. Victoriously, you made a mental note to tell the other maidens to add a point to your score. His thighs tensed, tightening around you so that you couldn’t escape. Eyes clenching shut, you focused on your breaths to keep you calm while his dick was impossibly lodged far down your throat.
After another few moments he relented. But he gave you no semblance of control as he guided your head up and down on his shaft at his own pace. The only thing you could do was suck and dash your tongue over his veins whenever you could - and attempt to control the desire that was now achingly apparently in the drip of your cunt onto the bones underneath you.
“Eyes on me, whore,” he growled, tugging at your hair to emphasize his order. “Watch me while I fuck your throat.”
Your eyes shot up immediately, your brain screaming at the contradiction. A fleeting fear coursed through your veins, but he had commanded you to, so it eased your nerves somewhat. Your eyes met Sukuna’s, the blood red pools piercing through you. His face was contorted in pleasure, holding nothing back now that there wasn’t anyone here but you to witness him showing emotions.
His teeth flashed in a feral grin at your wide eyes studying his face. He relished in the sight of you taking him whole, throat squeezing him in all the right places. The way you forced your eyes wide open despite your entire face contorting with effort to keep your mouth ajar. He loved having you, his cumslut, at his disposal, watching him fuck your throat raw.
Your nails dug into your arms as he began thrusting into you. You fought to keep yourself upright at the speed of his hips, but your body could barely function. Mouth stretching impossibly wide, balls slapping against your chin at a superhuman speed, you were inches away from toppling down the mountain (a sight that you were not unfamiliar with).
The groans that came from Sukuna’s mouth were animalistic, feral, as he tore through you, wrecking your throat. Your moans came out in muffles, further pushing him to fuck you impossibly harder. You hated how mean he was, hated his thirst for power, for control - but even more undeniable to you, you hated how much he turned you on.
You knew he would notice when your nails removed themself from the skin of your arm. You knew he would see your hand snake back around to your front, pulling up the hem of your dress. You knew he would despise, no, adore, the sight of you dipping your fingers into your panties, slipping between your folds, eyes widening at the feeling of the wetness coating them.
His eyes followed your movements, not saying a word. However, the corners of his lips turned up into a malicious grin as he pressed you down to the base of his shaft, causing you to gag for the first time since you set your mouth to his cock. He only laughed at your struggling, watching as you began to rub your aching clit in circles, moaning and sputtering around his cock.
He tore you from his member soon after, a heavy gasp entering your lungs to catch your breath. Your hand flew from your panties, coated in your essence, conspicuously resuming its position behind your back. Sukuna chuckled at your attempt to cover up your naughtiness. You pointed your gaze downward once again, sure that he didn’t want your eyes on him anymore.
“You know you aren’t supposed to touch yourself without permission,” Sukuna grumbled, actually leaning down to peer into your face. His eyes crinkled with a fake smile as you nodded, hesitantly raising your gaze to him again. “Well, I suppose a whore’s desire can’t be helped.”
He paused for a moment, eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Your pussy ached after the teasing you had given it, ached to be stimulated, filled, touched, anything. Maybe Master Sukuna would have mercy on you today after all.
“Taste it,” he grinned, watching the blush spread across your cheeks, watching at the shuddering rise and fall of your chest at his lewd command. However, you obeyed, your fingers traveling from behind your back to your mouth at a snail’s pace. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sweetness of your arousal on your tongue. Sukuna watched in delight as you cleaned your fingers off, tongue popping out of your lips every so often to get the hard to reach spots between your fingers.
“Are you ready for me, then?” Sukuna’s eyes lit up with a fire, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. A smile that you couldn’t help rose to your face as you nodded.
“Yes, Master.” Your tone dripped out like honey, flowing sweetly into his ears as he patted his lap. You stood up, grimacing at the tingling below your knees. Your legs and feet had fallen asleep kneeling in front of him for so long, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting. Pins and needles prickled underneath your skin as you set your knees on either side of his muscled thighs.
His hands met your hips, squeezing the flesh like he had never felt it before, nails sinking into the supple flesh. You waited for his guidance, not wanting to jump the gun and piss him off even more. You had fucked up too many times today, tested his patience one time too many. However, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the thought of him splitting you open, and your thighs clenched involuntarily.
Sukuna laughed at your neediness, pushing your panties to the side. He let out a low whistle at how damp they were, eyes flickering up at your flushed face. After he had clear access to you, he shoved your hips down. Your mouth opened at the feeling of his tip drag against your clit. Pussy clenching around nothing, you let out a soft moan, much to Sukuna’s approval. He pushed back his cock slightly to meet your entrance, then forced you down completely, a menacing twinkle in his eye.
You let out a shuddering moan at the sheer size of him in your tight hole. No matter times he fucked you, you never seemed to get used to his girth or length. He hadn’t even bottomed out before his tip brushed against your cervix. Your wetness seeped out of you, dripping down his shaft.
Your head was thrown back as you whimpered, feeling your walls clench and release around him feebly to assimilate to his size. He only chuckled, hands beginning to roam your body as you knelt, suspended, on him. You shuddered, your nipples hardening underneath the fabric of your dress. Sukuna eyed the peaks underneath the barrier of your clothes, tsking slightly.
“How could we miss this detail?” he wondered, hands coming to rest on the front of your dress. “Let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”
Without warning, he dug his nails into the fabric and yanked them with such a force that they tore right open, exposing your skin to the chilly air. You gasped at the sensation, at Sukuna’s mouth latching onto one of your breasts, as you both attempted to declothe your body. You shouldering off the garments as best you could, him tearing them off like an animal.
At this new access to your body, his fingers skimmed lightly at first, mapping your skin like he had never explored it before. The gentleness soon turned rough as he angled his nails to scratch at the sensitive surface. He tongued and sucked on your nipple, growling with delight at the way that you pressed your chest into him, moaning softly.
You tried your best to remain upright, with your hands settled neatly against your back in their prescribed position, but you just couldn’t keep your balance no matter how hard you tried. Sukuna, with just a little ounce of kindness left, grabbed your hands and guided them to his shoulders, allowing you to use them for a firm foundation.
When that was said and done, his hands roamed to cup the plush softness of your ass, squeezing generously. You felt yourself begin to stretch more, so you sunk down further on his cock, gasping as your clit met the base of his shaft.
“Well, look at that, slut,” Sukuna muttered against your nipple, taking it in his teeth and tugging it to draw a gasp from your lips. “Your needy pussy took my whole cock, huh?”
“Mmhm,” was all you managed to get out before he landed a resounding slap on your ass. Your pussy clenched needily at the contact, needing stimulation, needing a thrust, anything. But Sukuna’s fat cock only nestled into your velvet walls, not moving an inch. Another spank, another clench.
The skin began to warm as Sukuna continually hit you, spitting and muttering curses at the way you squeezed him so deliciously. It was getting difficult to tolerate the collision of his hand against your heated skin, against the growing sensitivity that the repeated hits were causing. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, leaving crescent moons indented on the surface.
“Love it when your needy pussy clenches,” he cooed. The smile was evident in his voice as you tilted your head down to see him watching your reactions to each movement he executed. He released your nipple before unleashing the same treatment on the next. “Let’s see what you do when I rub that destitute clit of yours, hm?”
You could only nod as one of his hands left your ass to snake around to where you needed him most. You watched as he set a tantalizingly slow stroke from his cock up to your hood of nerves, causing you to clench harder than you had before.
“Fuck!” he moaned. Another count for your tally. A smirk appeared then quickly dissipated at Sukuna’s invigorated movement against your clit. He didn’t hesitate to go to town on your sensitive bud, needing more of you clenching, needing more of your juices to drip down his cock like a melting popsicle.
Your hands flew to his hair, throwing caution to the wind as you grasped for something to steady yourself at the force in which he was pleasuring you. Moans spilled from your lips as you still kept one sense of self control - not grinding your sopping cunt on his cock.
“So needy,” he murmured against your chest, “so greedy. What a perfect slut.”
“I’m your slut,” you mewled, stroking his ego as he laughed lowly. Your hips jerked forward, pressing your clit against the rough pads of his fingertips. You pranced right into his fantasy, right into his god complex, right into his power trip. And you didn’t mind it one bit. The growing knot in your stomach was telling enough of that.
“Come now,” he grinned, eyes narrowing. “Let’s show everyone that you’re my slut, my favorite cock ornament. And I’ll show you what you do to me.” You blinked in confusion, a haze beginning to settle in your head. Without waiting for you to respond, his hands were dipping under your legs, lifting you easily to turn your body outwards to face the darkness of his domain. He dropped you back down, your clit colliding with his balls.
You let out a cry at the stretch once more, but it soon dissipated into a soft moan at his arm wrapping around you to toy with your clit once again. A strange sensation was suddenly on your back as Sukuna shifted slightly in his seat, his breath coming in low rasps. You craned your head, your eyes widening at the sound of bones cracking. An extra pair of arms spouted from underneath his original pair. But what was the most terrifying was how his face shifted to reveal his true form.
Your heart pounded against your chest, ice running through your veins at the sight of the monster behind you, the monster in you. His four eyes burned holes in your body as he flashed his teeth in a feral grin, knocking his hips up into you. All fear fell away at his thrusts as he continued. Your body threatened to go limp as you clutched the armrests for support.
“You’re my favorite cockslut. That’s why I’ve kept you around so long. Can’t go without this tight pussy of yours.”
His ministrations were accompanied by his arms roaming everywhere on your body - one for your clit, another for your breasts. The third stroked and squeezed your throat before traveling north, shoving two fingers in your mouth. And finally, the last, after gathering up the mix of juices flowing like a river from your cunt, rimmed your asshole.
You clenched your eyes shut, cries muffled by the fingers invading your mouth. His thrusts were becoming more and more rough, balls slapping against your clit. His finger dipped into your tight asshole on occasion, eliciting high-pitched mewls at the fullness.
Warmth spread throughout your whole body at the scene you were making. It was overwhelming, the feeling of him everywhere. Every part of him invaded every part of your senses, filling your holes and the animalistic licks and nips he unleashed on your back. Your ass still stung with his spanking. Your mouth ached at his fingers stretching it. It was the more pleasurable pain you’d ever experienced.
He was everything. He was your everything, your master, your king, your judge, jury, and executioner; and he was most certainly going to give you a sentence that you agreed with.
“Tell me how much you love my cock, whore,” he growled, removing his fingers from your mouth and yanking your hair back. You only moaned at his roughness, sending another gush of juice down his shaft, much to his pleasure, as he shuddered.
“I - ah!” you hissed as he bucked his hips up into you, cock beginning to twitch. You were both drawing close, both aching to cum, both needing to feel each other contracting and twinging, drawing out the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had.
“Go ahead,” he egged you on, slapping your clit, drawing a cry from your lips, but also granting you a bit of reprieve to speak. “Venerate my cock, slut. Tell everyone how much you love me splitting you open. Worship me.”
You lowered your gaze to see that a few of the other maidens had slunk out of the shadows to watch the scene that unfolded. The faces blurred together at the tears that formed in your eyes, not hesitating to spill down your cheeks.
“I love your cock, Master!” you grunted, beginning to bounce up and down for more traction. “I love how you fuck me, Master Sukuna. It’s so big, and pretty, a-and…”
Your eyes clenched shut, cheeks burning with shame at the thought of the other maidens seeing you like this. Sukuna didn’t care, however. In fact, he sped up the speed of his thrusts, of his rubbing your clit, and added a finger in your ass, stretching you impossibly. A fresh round of tears poured down your face at the sensation.
“And?” he demanded, pinching your nipple meanly. You gasped, arching your back against him, chest heaving to capture any breath that would ground you from flying away into space. Your limbs began to shake, a surefire way to tell that you were close. Your mind was foggy as you forced words together, forced the neurons to force the muscles to force the words out of your mouth.
“It-it’s like a throne, Master Sukuna,” you squealed, walls clenching unbelievably tighter around his thick cock. He let out a moan at your tight pussy. You had lost count by that time, but seeing as there were maidens watching, they would be able to keep track of your number.
“Thrones are made for royalty, not whores,” he spat in your ear, emphasizing each word with a hip shattering thrust. You threw your head back, losing control as you ground your hips in circles on his cock. He painfully pounded into your cervix, ignoring your cries.
“Y-yes, Master,” you sputtered, black spots swimming in your vision. “Can I cum, Master?”
“Asking so politely, knowing her place,” he laughed. “Yes, whore. Cum for me. Cum with your king.”
Your eyes crossed as the dizzying feeling washed over you, the relief at the coil finally unraveling in your belly. Your pace you had set quickly became undone as you were lost in the throes of fantasmic orgasm. Your cries echoed in his domain like a cathedral, soaring high above your heavenly bodies, consequently barrelling down like hail. Tears shone on your cheeks, pearly prayers of thanksgiving to your generous god.
His cum shot into you in thick ropes, coating your insides as you clenched impossibly tighter, milking him dry with each thrust. Your legs shook, turning into putty as he had to release your hair and remove his finger from your ass to hold you up and move your body to a rhythm that he set.
Breathing coming in gasps, you gripped the armrests until your knuckles whitened. Sweat coated your skin, sticking your hair to your forehead. Every inch of your body was buzzing, bursting with pleasure as the orgasm continued to crash into you.
Sukuna’s thrusts began to get sloppier as his cum spilled out of your sopping cunt. Your breathing came easier as your high began to ebb away, the occasional shudder seizing you as your body started to relax again.
You heard the bones cracking once again, a mysterious black fog enveloping the air around you as you assumed that Sukuna was transforming back into his usual, more tamed, form. You couldn’t help that a sigh of relief escaped your lips - you didn’t want to face the monster again. You preferred the handsome menace.
He planted an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your shoulder, stilling his hips. You took it as a cue to move, but his hands flew to your hips, holding you in place. His lips met your ear, breath ghosting against the shell of skin, sending shivers down your spine.
“You’re my fuckdoll, slut,” he whispered. “My sextoy, only for my use. Got it?”
You nodded, biting your lip. Your essence leaked down over his shaft, mixed with his pearly white cum. You gave up your hatred in the haze that your orgasm set over you. You loved being his toy. You love when he used you.
“You know you’re never leaving this place.” He squeezed the flesh of your hips, causing your body to jerk against his firm chest. “But, that’s okay. Because you’re my favorite.”
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