Hi, Sweet!

hi, sweet!

so Hannie is on my mind 24/7, could you do something soft and smutty where the reader wants to have sex with Han but is insecure about her body in regards to stretch marks, cellulite, her sex part and stuff like this, (and the reader has a habit of leaving the room completely dark when they have sex so he can't see her body) but Jisung shows her that she is perfect the way she is, and that she has no need to hide. I really wanted something dirty but sweet at the same time.

Anyways, do it if you can and want 🥹

LIGHTS OFF? — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader (afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: slight dom!jisung, insecured reader, mentions of stretch marks and cellulite, slight nipple play, thigh slapping, protected sex, dirty talk, body worship a/n: i hope someone recognizes the "i love you" speech

the footsteps across the room were rapid. you were both in a hurry - craving to get on the bed. his greedy kisses were making your skin tingle as he was mumbling something about how hot you were, spreading saliva over your lips. you were on fire, ready to give that man the best sex of his life. he pulled away and began to leave wet kisses on your neck, pushing you closer and closer to the bed. his hands were not leaving your waist, and the control that he had over your body was making you weak in your legs. you took a couple of steps back, obeying, and plopped down on the sheets, not realizing that the bed was already close. jisung fell after you, more like - on you, by inertia and squeaked plaintively when your foreheads bumped. 

”please, let's turn on the light?” he whispered next to your ear, still moaning in pain.

“no.” you huffed, pushing him off you.

“baby-” he started, but you interrupted him, raising your voice a little.

“ji, i already explained! i don’t want to.”

“why?” he laid on his back, rubbing his bruised forehead. 

it was clear from his tone that he was irritated, and horny mood was long gone.

you sat up on the bed, mumbling in response: “i don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of you with lights on.”

the tension started to build up and you didn’t want to go on with this conversation. 

jisung, also known as your boyfriend, had been trying to have “normal” sex with you for months. that’s how he called it - “normal”. you had been saying that it just turns you on more if you don’t see him. but in reality you just hadn’t had the courage to explain the real reason. 

stretch marks, cellulite, the look of your vagina - you name it. there wasn't a time when you weren't insecure about your body. and it didn't matter how many love poems jisung wrote about you - you couldn't change your mind about yourself.

“w-what?!” jisung almost yelled in disbelief, trying to catch your hand in complete darkness. he went silent for a second, trying to choose the words, but then continued with the most husky voice you’ve ever heard. “i love you… i love you so much. i love you immensely. i love you endlessly. i love you completely. i love you so much. i really love you. i love you the most. i love you the most in the world. i completely, madly love you.”

he sounded like he was reading a poem to you, but it was just his way of expressing love.

“baby, you are the prettiest woman i know. i love you. i love every inch of you body and i genuinely would love to see it. you are perfect.”

even after he finished talking you didn’t say anything, making him more worried; until your quiet sobbing reached his ears.

“w-why are you crying?” he sat impossibly closer to you, finally finding your hand and interlocking your fingers. 

“cause you just said that i’m “perfect” and i’m “pretty”… but i’m none of those things.” your tears kept running down your cheeks.

“but you are perfect for me.” jisung objected. “fuck, i wish i could see your face now. i wanna kiss you so bad.”

“not when i’m swollen and ugly.” you sniffled loudly.

“you’re cute.” your boyfriend giggled, and you felt him inching closer to your face. “come here.”

and there you were kissing again. a mixture of saliva and your salty tears was spreading between your mouths. but even that didn't stop jisung. the kiss just got more steamy with him getting on top of you and pressing your whole body into the mattress. you just moaned softly under him, already feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. 

“did you just get hard because of me crying?” you teased, making your way to his crotch with your hand.

“maybe i did.” jisung replied, smiling into the kiss. what a pervert.

as you were about to get into his pants, he suddenly got off you, taking all the heat with him. a second later you heard him from across the room, unzipping the pocket of his bag. 

"so, can i turn on the light?" he asked carefully, not wanting to put any more pressure on you. 

"okay..." you agreed. “but don’t laugh at me…”

the light came on as soon as you finished the second sentence, so the first thing you saw was the astonished expression on jisung’s face. you giggled unintentionally.

“babe, why would i ever laugh at you?” he approached immediately, cupping your cheeks. “don’t be ridiculous.”

you sighed at him, feeling your face burn. the anxiety was still craving inside you, not allowing you to let go completely. it was a fact that jisung was the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. you trusted him in everything and it wasn't a coincidence that you trusted him to help you overcome your greatest insecurity.

“let me take care of you, baby.” he left a quick kiss on your forehead before moving you on his lap. 

now you could see yourself in the big wardrobe mirror. 

“just trust me.” he added, seeing your bewildered expression. "be a good girl and let me do my thing, ‘kay?"

the smirk on his face was saying it all. he was trying to keep his cool and tone down his excitement so as not to make you uncomfortable, but his slippery moves were giving it away. you giggled when he struggled to take off your shirt and unbutton your bra. he was so cute when nervous. 

the reveal of your breasts made him swallow as if he was seeing them for the first time. he stared at you in the mirror, and then shamelessly grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, just to tease you a little. 

but instead of getting wet, you were avoiding the mirror.

“look at yourself. you are stunning.” jisung played with the ends of your hair and inhaled the scent of your shampoo as his hand caressed your hips, kneading your inner thighs. “i know you feel how hard i am already. it’s all due to you…”

he didn’t lie. his hard-on had been poking your lower back this whole time. his lips left a trail of wet kisses on your shoulder, while his hands slowly took off your panties. 

his hands started gripping hard on your flesh. you could feel the coldness of his rings, a great contrast to your flaming skin. 

“i said - look at yourself.” his hand took your chin and turned sharply towards the mirror.

the way he did that made you weak in your legs. you loved the dominating side of him, when he took everything in his hands just to get what he wanted from you. and you let him do it every time.

sometimes he would act this way just to tease you or make you wet in seconds. that’s what he was doing now, you guessed. he hoped this way you would overcome shyness faster. 

to emphasize the command, he shifted you body closer to his chest to hold you more effectively. you held your breath as he did, relishing the way he took control over your body.

it was weird to see yourself completely naked in front of the mirror. you saw your body on a daily basis, but never for so long. now in order to see him, you had to look at yourself too. 

jisung ran his fingers over your stretch marks, while still holding your chin with the other hand. “are you feeling okay?”

you nodded.

“can i continue?” he smiled softly at you, bringing his fingers closer to your core, and you nodded again.

the feeling of his bare chest from behind was comforting. it was still your jisung, the same jisung you were in love with. 

“will you watch yourself with me?” the hand on your thigh skimmed higher, avoiding the place you needed him the most. 

“mhm-” you whimpered, having to hold back from bucking up to meet his fingers. you knew he would punish you for independence.

“can’t hear you, darling.” jisung smiled cheekily. 

“i will watch myself with you…” you gazed up at him through your lashes. 

the eye contact you had in the mirror was forming sparkles. jisung was shamelessly staring at your body, while you could only see a part of his face and arms.

satisfied, he smirked down at you and placed his hands closer to you wet folds. you whined as you felt the smooth pads of his fingers circle your clit a few times. but then he went back to massaging your inner thigh, making you let out a sigh of disappointment. even if it looked like jisung was enjoying teasing you, denying you of his touches, deep inside he was extremely proud of the progress you made so far. you could feel his smirk against your shoulder and his breath tickling your neck. he kept looking at you in the mirror, making sure you were still watching.

“can’t believe i can finally see your pretty face when you moan.” he whispered in your ear as your cheeks burned even brighter than before – whether from arousal or embarrassment.

“stop…” you closed your eyes, not being able to handle the tension. 

the slap on your thigh was so sudden it made you jump. 

“don’t look away.” jisung grinned, enjoying your every emotion. 

the weak gasp that escaped you was almost humiliating. and the deepened blush on your cheeks only confirmed how horny you got. 

that made him want to slap you again. now on the other thigh. 

“babe!” you yelled and moaned at the same time, feeling the slap echo in your throbbing pussy. 

“i know you enjoy it.” he bit your shoulder, earning yet another moan from you. “can’t hide that when looking all hot and bothered, baby.”

the grin on his face was annoying, but he was right - you couldn’t deny the waves of arousal you were feeling. 

another series of slaps went uncommented by you. you let him devour that moment, while he let you close your eyes as you were starting to get overwhelmed. 

“you are so cute.” jisung said as if he just did not make a complete mess on your thighs. your skin was burning, and every time his hands were caressing it, you couldn't help but hiss. but even like that, you enjoyed the pain. 

your lips parted in a gasp as you felt jisung slide his underwear behind you in one motion. his hard-on was now even more prominent, poking your lower back and leaving a wet circle on the skin. you swallowed audibly, feeling the heat between your legs turn into unbearable.

without warning, he lifted you and placed face first on the bed. your wet pussy was on full display now, and you could hear jisung puff proudly. but you didn’t have any will or courage to move, so you just stayed in that position, feeling the cold air on your folds.

you heard the rustle of the package from behind and slightly twirled your ass, making it clear that you were already impatient. 

“just a second, baby.”

jisung stepped closer and ran his finger along your slit. 

“you're already all wet…” he did not hide his amazement. 

then you felt the thick head of his cock running over your pussy, collecting your arousal with the tip.

to his delight, a muffled whine slipped out of you. your breath hitched, and you arched harder with more vigor.

“want some of it, baby?” the cockiness in his voice was apparent.

“please?”

you felt a new wave of arousal wash over you as he bottomed out. the amount of wetness your pussy produced was indeed enough for him to not use a lube. the filthy slapping sounds of his balls against your ass began to echo against the walls.

with each rock of his hips, your cute, tiny moans grew louder and louder, urging him to keep going. you gasped loudly when the tip of his cock hit at a different angle as he moved one of your legs up. and the added burst of his fingers stimulating your clit made your eyes roll.

jisung adjusted the grip on your waist, before turning you around once again. now you were facing him, and honestly, you liked this position much better. he took his time sliding his dick in again, feeling every inch of your heat, slow enough for you to let out an expressive moan.

“i love seeing your face.” he commented breathlessly. “you can’t even imagine how pretty you are.”

this time you didn’t avoid his gaze and just smiled, replying with a shy: “i love you.”

jisung couldn’t handle the intimacy of the moment, despite being quite literally inside of you, so he kissed you instead, running his tongue along your bottom lip. he moaned as your tongue entered his mouth, and bucked harder into you. 

“fuck- you are the most beautiful woman i know.” he muffled breathlessly against your lips, a layer of sweat already forming on his forehead. 

your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you couldn't focus on his words for long, because his dick kept devouring you. 

jisung’s thrusts became almost frantic, a small groan got muffled in the crook of your neck. 

“i’m so close-” you panted, feeling his body tense up above you. his broad chest was rising and falling heavily, eyes focused on giving you the pleasure that he forgot to look at you while he could.

it took all of your force to flip him over. he didn’t realize what you were trying to do at first, until you said quiet: “let me ride you, so you can see me.”

the look that you received from him was worth it. he was pleased, touched, even almost crying out of sincerity. 

you smiled fondly at him and took a firm grip of his dick. 

jisung breathed out loudly. “you gotta be quick with that, babe, or else i’m gonna cum.”

“really?” you giggled.

“baby, seeing your bare tits is enough to get me hard. what do you think?” he replied in the most unhinged way.

the climax was starting to build up just from his words. you couldn’t play with him anymore, no matter how much you wanted to. 

his cock slid inside you with ease, and you both grunted. you core clenched involuntarily around his length and he hissed, trying his best to postpone the orgasm. you were more delighted than anything to see his body too. 

jisung was gorgeous, lying beneath you, eyes latching on every inch of your body. his broad chest was heaving repeatedly with the birthmark above his right nipple, honey skin glistening with sweat and messy bangs smeared all over his forehead. he blinked several times to clear his clouded gaze, his face slowly filling with frustration.

“baby? ride me?”

your satisfaction increased as he pouted. 

“sorry, got distracted by your beauty.” you winked, and jisung cursed under his breath, turning away. you giggled. 

that was your relationship described in one scene – he was saying compliments to you, making you blush; and then you were returning the same energy, enjoying his flushed cheeks.

even with the way your words made his skin burn, you couldn’t keep waiting any longer. your pussy was craving for his dick.

before jisung had the chance to scold you again, you began riding him. the sound of slapping skin returned, but jisung got distracted by something more appealing – your boobs. they were bouncing like crazy, making him almost hypnotized by the movements. your bare body was the best reward he could get. 

his cock was twitching inside you as he watched you with big eyes. pleased with his reaction, you began increasing the speed of your bounces. jisung tensed in anticipation, gripping hard on your body. a shy cry escaped him.

all that edging and teasing finally brought you to your high. you let out a shaky moan as you kept the steady pace, and orgasm washed over you. 

“s-so good-” jisung gasped, not taking his eyes off your bouncing tits. he was cumming too.

his hips bucked upwards to meet your pussy as he let out a choked sob. you felt your core clench around his twitching length for the last time, after that you fell on the sheets next to him. 

jisung was still panting but tucked you closer to him with his hands wrapped around your body.

“i love you.” he hummed.

“i love you too.” you looked up at him, seeing him already dozing off.

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Prologue

An introduction to Jungkook’s world

Divine Sinner

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Divine Sinner pt.2

Jungkook reconsiders your last conversation

Twin Roses Between Twin Thorns

You visit your family for the first time in a year

Memories That Last For Eternity

Jungkook needs you to donate, now

Damned If We Do, Dead If We Don’t

Donating blood for Jungkook is taking its toll on your body

The New World

You discover a shocking truth that leads you to Euphoria

One Of Me, Two Of Us

Jungkook doesn’t take your threat lightly and agrees to help

When Two Become One

Jungkook has been keeping a close eye on you since you learned about your lineage

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A Pierce through the Heart || Jeon Jungkook

When you go to get your nipple pierced, but something else gets pierced too (it’s a metaphor, if you know what I mean).

Paring: tattoo artist (& piercer) jk x reader

Warning: this story contains mature content, 18+

Content: smut, fluff, oral!f receiving, tit sucking, fingering, doggy style, missionary, squirting, love at first sight?, nipple piercing, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, eating out, after care, edging

Wc: 6k

It was past seven in the evening by the time you entered the tattoo shop, the cool ventilation of the air conditioner giving you relief from the hot summer weather, welcoming your way into the shop. The chilled environment sent tiny shivers down your body, a result of wearing a white tank top, accompanied by a flowy, black skirt with a red lace ribbon tied around your waist as a belt, and a tote bag hanging off your shoulder. All clothes that equipped you for the weather outside.

You glanced around the empty space, it was different from the typical tattoo shop. It felt more artistic than edgy as you would expect from a place like this. Pictures of tattoos done in different colours were hung on the walls accompanied by abstract paintings. Most odd of all, little bonsai trees, a lot of them decorated the brown and white interior alongside the casual furniture expected in a tattoo shop.

“Welcome. I’ll be right there with you in a moment,” an oddly familiar, low, melodious voice made its way to your ears. Turning your gaze to the source, you saw a man wearing a tank top, with washed denim jeans standing with his back to you, doing something on a table further into the shop. He was the only other person here.

Your eyebrows arched up, pupils enlarging as the man turned towards you, his face coming into view, a similar expression masking his face once he glanced upon you.

“Y/n,” a low whisper left his mouth, as he made his way to you, a shine displayed in his eyes. “A, hey! We met at the bar last week, I don’t know if you rem—,”

“I remember, Jungkook?” You cut him off, confirming that the memory of the encounter was still in your thoughts, before taking a pause and uttering his name in a way of looking for confirmation that you recalled correctly. He nodded with a small smile on his lips, having been glad to know you still remembered him.

Oh, you knew it was jungkook, a name of a person who had occupied your brain since the moment you met him last week. His voice still lingering in your ears while his pretty face became a beautiful scenery for your closed eyes.

It was a Friday evening, following a long and hectic week at work when you, along with your best friend, had decided to go to a jazz bar to relax and enjoy the day going into the weekend.

The bar was lit with rich and warm lighting, giving it a cosy environment, accompanied by a local band playing some tunes on the small stage. Some people danced, swaying to the music, letting go of the stresses of the week, while others enjoyed the delicious food and drinks offered at the place.

You and Yeri, your best friend, sat on the high stool tables placed along the border of the bar, as you both sipped away at your drinks, talking about all the random topics that came to mind.

“So basically, he allows them to take his brain cells and send them to space, in the trajectory of the coming aliens, so that they would seek out to capture the spaceship, and we will be closer to the aliens, and learn stuff about them,” you sloppily explain the plot of a recent sci-fi series you have been watching.

“But are a single clump of cells really a human, though?” Yeri asked, taking a sip of her drink. “Right, I don’t think so, but the aliens probably have some technology to rebuild the human, and maybe retain some information,” you tried to make the objective of this move clearer.

“That makes me wonder, though, the concept of having a soul, does it really exist? Or, for the fact where? Is it in your body?” You thought out loud to your friend, swirling the glass of wine in your hand, as your mind delved further on the concept. “I’m not sure, that’s a deep question,” Yeri acknowledged.

“Ya. It’s just that, a ‘soul’ just feels celestial, like the concepts of magic, or a god, rather than something so humanly connected to the body,” you completed your thought, receiving another hum in response, followed by a comfortable silenced engulfing the air around you both, as your minds swam in the ocean of your thoughts.

After a few minutes, Yeri’s voice broke you out of your trance, “wanna go dance, to loosen up a bit?” She suggested. “It’s okay, you go ahead, I’ll rest here for a bit,” you assured her with a small smile.

“Okay! I’ll be back in a while,” Yeri conveyed as she quickly gulped down her glass of alcohol and eagerly made her way to where others were enjoying the music.

You shook your head at your friends' actions, as a small laugh left your mouth. You knew exactly why she wanted to go dance; something or perhaps someone had caught her eyes.

You went back to playing with your glass, as your mind was ready to set forth on a journey of thoughts, but as soon as Yeri set out on her way, a melodious voice cut through the air, making its way to your ears.

“I agree with you. It truly does feel something celestial, something so magical,” the person voiced out their thought turning to lock their eyes with yours, confirming that they were, in fact talking to you. “The ‘soul,’ that is.”

Your breath almost hitched, as your eyes laid upon the man in front of you; god, he was gorgeous. The cute plump lips, where a small smile casted upon them, the bread like cheeks, that looked so soft, and those chocolatey brown eyes that shone as they gaze upon you behind those black, clear glasses, were just so captivating.

His soft wavy hair fell just below his jaw, slight hints of an undercut peeking through, while a few strands of hair strayed to his forehead. Your eyes travelled down his body; he was wearing a black leather jacket, opened to give a glimpse at the white compression shirt underneath that highlighted his muscular body even more. The trails of ink that travelled from beneath his jacket, caressing the skin of his slender hands, and the piercings that marked his body, the ones on his ears, and especially the one that traced under his shirt, just added to his already breathtaking beauty.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. It’s just that the topic you were discussing was so intriguing, I couldn’t help but to overhear,” he said, breaking you out of your trance of gawking at him. A worried smile masked his lips but yet a hopefulness sparked in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s all good. I love having conversations on such topics, and you said you found it intriguing, so, why don’t you tell me more of your thoughts on it?” You assured him invitingly, placing your elbow on the counter, leaning your head into the palm, giving him your undivided attention.

“Well…”

You didn’t know when an hour and half passed, as you got lost in the rhythm of his words, and the ocean of thought as you both bounced off of each other’s questions, travelling through topics, from space to philosophy, sharing your own intellects.

His way of words was so enchanting, continuing the conversation in a way that never let your attention deviate away from him. His presence was comfortable, as if talking to a friend you haven’t seen in a long time. His eyes were calm, making a safe space for you to share your opinions. In this small time you spent with him, you knew one thing for sure, you wanted to keep talking to him.

As you finished a passage to a point he had brought up, you laid your arm out on the table, causally in his direction, resting your head on your biceps, letting a soothing silence engulf the space, while the voices and music blurred in the background.

He took a sip of his drink to hydrate his throat that had become dry from all the talking, as he observed your movements from his peripheral vision. Once settling down his glass, he followed suit, resting his head on his arms on the counter.

You saw his hand gradually travelling to your hand, as his fingers intervened with yours, playing with them gently, caressing them in between. All the while his gaze remained deep into your eyes, displaying unsaid emotions clearly.

You closed your eyes, feeling his soft touches on your skin, his warmth feeling as if you were laying under the sun on a breezy summer day, his perfume adding to the image, as the citrusy, yet fresh smell painted a picture of a serene ocean in your mind with every deep breath you took.

As you were lost in the solace of the moment, another thought struck your mind; you didn’t know the name of this beautiful man in front of you.

“I’m sorry, all the while we were talking, I didn’t even bother asking your name,” you spoke out, opening your eyes to meet those that were still looking at you in the same manner as before. He observed the tiny frown tugging at the corner of your lips. “Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook,” he relayed with a tender smile. “And don’t be sorry, I didn’t have the courtesy to ask the name of such a beautiful woman either,” he conveyed with a small pout.

A small laugh escaped your lips, before you informed him of your name. “Y/n,” he repeated with such familiarity, as if the name was made specifically for his mouth. He parted his lips once more to say something, but was interrupted by Yeri’s voice, making you both sit up straight.

“Y/nie,” she cooed, circling her arms around your shoulders, resting her head against your back. She was drunk. You held on to her arms, worried about your friend, you inquired, “are you okay Yeri? Is everything alright?”

“Hmm, yess, yess, I just wanna go home,” she whined. You were used to this, as you were like the mother of your friend group, always taking care of everyone out of your love for them.

You guided her arms to unwrap around you, standing up, holding on to her arm to keep her steady. You turned to look at Jungkook, who was already gazing at you warmly, admiring the way you took care of your friend.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have to head out now,” you spoke out, your eyebrows creasing in slight displeasure as you still wanted to continue to talk to him. “Oh, it’s alright, but before you go, could I get—,” as jungkook was about to complete his sentence, Yeri began to drag you outside, and all you could do was look back at him with an apologetic expression, as he did his best to assure you with his smile, waving you bye.

You couldn’t help but smile at the memories of that night, and how Yeri kept apologising to you for her behaviour that night, and accidentally preventing you from getting his number. She felt so guilty, even trying to find him for you on social media platforms, but it was no use. However, you guaranteed her that it wasn’t her fault, and maybe that connection you felt with Jungkook that night wasn’t meant to be anything more, but who knew, you would run into him again like this.

You looked up to meet his eyes, that were busy admiring your look, travelling down your body, respectfully of course. You observed that he wasn’t wearing any pair of glasses today.

“I’m sorry, for leaving so abruptly that day,” you said, bringing his attention back to your face. “Oh, no no, I totally understand,” he shook his head to make his point, while a small blush crept on his cheeks, having been caught in the act of checking you out.

“So, how can I help you today?” He questioned, clearing his throat. “Oh, right, I had booked an appointment for a piercing,” you explained.

“Yes yes, you are my last appointment for the day. So, what type of piercing are you planning to get today?” He asked, recalling his schedule.

“A nipple piercing,” you said nonchalantly, tilting your head to the side a bit, as you gazed upon him.

His eyebrows slightly raised, pupils enlarging, as he visibly gulped, a slight red hue appeared on cheeks. He looked so cute with the nervous expression that masked his face, causing a mischievous look to play in your eyes.

“You do those, right?” you playfully inquired, acting as if you weren't fully sure, but you had already confirmed with a person on the phone earlier. “We do. Follow me this way,” he guided, slowly picking up on your teasing.

He led you to a back room, in which there was a tattooing chair situated beside a table with some tools, and a couch on the other side. The space still aligned with the overall warm and brown theme of the shop, while there were once again, small bonsai plants decorating the room.

You walked over to a table that stood beside the couch, adorned with the plant on top, observing it closely while you waited for Jungkook to come back from washing his hands.

“My business partner really loves nature, so he decorated the whole studio with these plants,” Jungkook explained, having seen you looking keenly at the plant while walking in. You hummed in response, turning to meet his eyes, which held eye contact with you for a moment, before turning to the equipment on the table.

“Please, take off your upper garments and lay comfortably on this chair,” he instructed, motioning towards the chair next to the table where he was standing, his eyes still directed towards the tools in his hands.

You began lifting up your tank top ever so slowly to tease him, knowing that he could see you from his peripheral vision. Unhooking your bar, you left it on the couch, along with your tank top. Following his instructions you got into a comfortable position on the chair. He made his way to you, taking a seat on the stool beside the tattooing chair.

“So, you want one piercing on the left side?” he questioned, to confirm once again, looking directly into your eyes. You gave him a small nod, his eyes travelling down to your chest, lingering there for a moment, before meeting your eyes once again.

“Hmm, the nipple needs to be erect when it is pierced, usually we use a clamp, which can be a bit painful, however, I have another method to make it erect,” jungkook informed, maintaining eye contact with you, while a small smirk rested on his lips. “You want to try that, y/n?” He asked, with a till of the head.

“Yes,” a low whisper left your lips, followed by his hand tracing down your neck to your left nipple, his index finger tracing circles around the areola. His face came closer to your chest, his breath fanning your upper boob, lips just inches from touching your skin.

His eyes turned up to meet yours, asking for permission with an arch of the eyebrow. With a small grin you indicate your interest, your hand travelling to the back of his neck, gently wrapping around it as he peeked out his tongue, licking from its bottom to top. He kept circling it around the nipple, licking it in between, causing a small whine to leave your mouth due to his teasing.

He finally latched his lips onto the now already hard nipple, sucking on it enticingly, rolling it around in between his teeth. His one hand went to the other one, gently rubbing it with his thumb. It felt good, low moans leaving your mouth. After a while, he pulled away, a string of saliva connected his lips to your boob.

He grabbed a tissue, cleaning the liquid, before grabbing an alcohol wipe to clean the nipple that was now prominent. He marked it as you had asked, grabbing a sterilized needle, and quickly piercing it, and inserting a small rod with a ball on one side through the hole, connecting another one on the other end.

“There you go, all done,” he declared, putting the supplies back on the table before turning back to you. Your eyes were on him, looking at him with intent and lust, indicating that you wanted something more, just like he did. He brought his face just inches away from yours, looking deep into your eyes, while a small, playful smile rested on his lips.

“Y/n, do you want this?” He questioned. You knew what he was insinuating, it made you a little annoyed that he was asking you such a question when he clearly knew the answer.

Your hand makes its way to his torso, feeling his toned abs hiding under his top, before walking your fingers to his chest, just above his heart. You probed around the area, playing with the piercing that was there for a moment, and then continuing your way to his shoulder. You gently wrapped your fingers around his neck, pulling him in closer as if to kiss him, but instead you glided your lips to his ears, leaving him a bit disappointed.

“I do, but do you?” You whisper into his ear. He snaked his arm around your waist, his grip tight as if he was scared that you would back out. “Oh, you don’t know,” his voice came out in a low whisper, a desperation lacing it. “I have wanted this since I first laid my eyes on you,” and as those words left his mouth, his lips were on your jaw, trailing sloppy kisses along the bone, exploring down to your neck and sucking on it passionately.

He guided your legs to wrap around his waist, picking you up and bringing you to the couch that was in the corner of the room, while being careful of your new piercing. Laying your body on the couch, he backed away from your neck, his hand going the waistband of your skirt, gliding them off your body, along with your panties and discarding them on the floor.

He made his way between your legs, taking a moment to admire your body that just looked so divine to his eyes. He wanted a taste so bad, he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pinned your one arm above your head, going in to suck on your nipple that remained unpierced, while his free hand made its way to your clit, rubbing between the pussy lips in an up and down motion. A sound of satisfaction left your mouth, having gotten him where you needed the most.

He continued to make out with your tit in greed, before trailing warm kisses to your stomach, down to your pelvis. He pulled away, spreading your lips to look at your needy pussy. “So pretty, baby,” he commented, admiring it with a lustful gaze. “So wet for me already,” he teased, going in to devour all of you, causing a whine to leave your mouth.

His tongue rubbed circles around your clit, flicking the nerve in between, before his lips wrapped around it, sucking on it in hunger. He iterated on these motions, sending you into a bliss, and ohh, when he inserted his fingers into you, pumping them in and out, it drove you over the edge as your thighs squirmed around his head riding out the orgasm on his mouth.

He pulled away, sitting on his knees, in between your legs, gazing down at your body in adoration, satisfaction masking his face at the observation of the effects he had on you. Your chest raised up and down assisting the flow of your quick breaths, as you catched a breath after your high, while a tiny layer of sweat coated your forehead.

Your eyes remained fixed on him, as he brought his fingers, covered in your cum, to your lips, sticking his fingers in and exploring your mouth, pushing down on your tongue hitting the back of your throat. You gagged at the motion, sucking his fingers obediently not breaking eye contact. He pulled away and licked the rest up, devouring it clean. A hum of content left his mouth at the delicious taste produced by the both of you, all the while his eyes remained locked with yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He brought his hand to the sides of his tank top, pulling it above his head and discarding them on the floor, along with your clothes. Your eyes now came in view of the Calvin Klein underwear that peeked from under his jeans, and that nipple piercing that had been teasing you for the longest, looked even better on him than you imagined. It was so vulgar, in the best way possible. You bit your lower lip, as the view made your insides feel even more warm.

He quickly followed by removing his lower garments, leaving you with the perfect view of his naked body. God damn— it was so hot and big…

“On your knees, babe,” Jungkook commanded, guiding you to your front with a hand on the hip. “I want to take you from the back,” he expressed, the words sounding so lewd as they came out of his mouth, causing a whimper to leave your mouth as his hand gripped your ass. His chest pressed against your back, as he left kisses on the base of your neck, before tracing his hand along your figure to your ass. He placed a playful slap against it, as your whine made its way to his ears, feeling you press your butt to his crotch. “Getting needy, aren’t we?” he teased, as he delivered another slap.

He’s acting as if he just didn’t eat you out like his life depended on it moments ago, you thought. “Why? Aren't you needy for me too?” you questioned, looking back at him with a pout, giving him the doe eyes. “If you don’t want this, then–” you teased him back, pretending to crawl away, but he didn’t let you as he gripped onto your hip, pulling you against him once more, bringing his face next to yours, over the shoulder. “Hey! You’re not going anywhere,” he groaned into your ear.

His fingers pushed your hair aside from your face, tucking them behind your ear and giving him a clear view of your gorgeous face. “Do you feel that?” he questioned, pressing his erect cock against your pussy, rubbing it against your slit, lubricating with your wetness. “Do you feel how hard it is?” he elaborated, placing a kiss on your jaw. “This is all your fault, you make me like this. You will help me with my problem, right babe?” he asked, giving you a curated pair of puppy eyes, as his lips protruded out, forming a small out pout.

You hum in response, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth, feeling the effect that you had on him. He trails a string of kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blade, leaving a soft bit mark against it. He guided his cock to align with your entrance, causing a hiss to leave your mouth at the burn of the stretch. “It's okay, darling. You can take it,” he encouraged, rubbing circles on your back in a soothing motion.

It was a tight fit. You hadn’t had such a stretch before, but it felt good, and full. “Is it better? Should I start moving now?” he asked, once his cock was fully nestled within you. You let out low ‘yes’, as he began to glide inside your walls.

At first the movements were more slow, and passionate, but they soon became more intense, aggressive, and lustfull, as his mind clouded with a hunger for you. But that wasn’t enough, you needed him even deeper than he was, causing you to push back onto his cock as he pounded into you. These movements added to the pleasure for both of you, not shying away from vocalising it, and neither did he, as your voices blended together, echoing through the room.

It became too much to handle, and soon enough you released the built up tension in your stomach. The walls of your pussy contracted around his cock, a low, moan of pleasure leaving his lips, sending him to a bliss, causing him to pull out, as you felt a warm, and moist liquid spray against your lower back.

Your legs give out, as you let your body fall on to the couch, trying to catch your breath after your second orgasm of the day. You felt him lay his body against your back, the sounds of his fastened breaths making their way to your ears. Just the feeling of the pulses of your pussy on his cock that pressed against your clit was so arousing to him that it didn’t take him long to become erect once again.

He pushed his body away from yours, pulling you to your front by your waist, gripping on to your thighs, spreading your legs apart, situating himself between your legs once again. “Round two?” he questioned, with an arch of a brow, while a sly grin played on his lips, causing a small laugh to leave your mouth.

He again aligned himself with your entrance, pushing in more easily, as he began moving into you, this time with a sloppish movement. Your hand drawed up his tattooed arm, gliding your way over his collarbone, and onto his piercing. You rubbed it between your fingers, before giving it a pinch, causing a groan to leave his mouth.

“Sensitive here, aren’t we?” you teased, as he gave you a narrowed look, causing a smirk to appear upon your lips. However, it didn’t remain there for long, as you moaned out in pleasure, as he picked up pace, his movements becoming more intense, fervent, and delightful.

You were getting close, close to your release. The in and out motion of his thrusts, his balls slapping against your skin, his cock grazing against the wet and silky walls of your pussy, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit, all these actions combined to serve you pleasure, sending you into ecstasy. Your body didn’t shy away from vocalising this, as the sound of satisfaction left your mouth ringing through the room, travelling to his ears, making him want to keep on hearing more.

The fingers that were on your clit, now glided up your stomach, the patterning of his cold fingertips sending shivers through your figure, yet your body burned from warmth. A faint, dewy trail of your juices was left behind, fading into the skin as his fingers reached your non-pierced tit. He circled his finger around the nipple, before pinching it and then twisting the bud around, causing a cry due to the arousement leaving your mouth, as your body squirmed to the side, though the grope of his hand on your boob prevented you from moving any further, forcing you to recline back to your original place.

“Relax, Babe,” Jungkook encouraged, rubbing patterns on your stomach, pressing on it gently. “I got you,” he cooed, gazing into your half open, dazy eyes, as he lowered the intensity of his thrusts, earning a whine of disapproval from you. However, he ignored it, and continued to deliver delightfull pressure to your pussy through a slow and passionate gliding motion.

Your hair was scattered on the surface of the couch around your head, while a few strands strayed to your forehead and cheek. Jungkook reached his hand forward and moved the pieces of hair away from your face and tucked them behind your ear. His fingers pursue to trace the side of your face, along your jawline, coming to a stop at the corner of your lips. His fingertip caressed your lips, feeling the soft texture, while the movements of his lower body gradually came to a stop, leaving himself buried inside of you.

A whiny cry left your throat at his tactic for getting what he desired. It was simple: you give him what he wants, and you get what you want. He wanted to kiss you, kiss those juicy lips of yours, feeling the softness against his own, while devouring you whole. You wanted him to please you more, to go harder, to let you have your release, and send you into a bliss. You knew that he wasn't going to fulfil your wish until you let him fulfil his need.

Jungkook rubbed his thumb against your lower lip, while his fingers caressed the sides of your cheek. His thumb came to a rest, as he looked into your eyes with burning intensity, asking permission to carry on with what he was thinking. In a swift motion, you pulled on his arm, bringing his face just inches away from yours. You cupped his face in your hands, fingers stretching to the sides of his neck, while your thumb pressed against his cheeks.

“Jungkook,” you whispered in a seductive tone, meeting his eyes with a craving, your breath fanning his skin, “please, fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

Just as those words left your mouth, Jungkook’s lips were locked with yours in a lustful kiss, tongues tangling together in the moist environment. There was hunger behind the kiss, an aggression to feel one another as close as possible.

Jungkook’s hand travelled to the nape of your neck, grabbing a hold of it and pulling you closer, as if you both weren’t already moulded together. Your arms snaked around his neck, pressing your bodies up to one another, as he began to drive into you once again, but this time with a much greater intensity. His speed continued to increase as you moaned into his mouth. He trailed kissing along your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks he will adore later.

“Mhm, you feel so good,” the words flowed out of your mouth in ecstasy, followed by a sting of moans. “Then cum for me, Darling. Show me how good I am making you feel,” he commanded, moving back to admire your disoriented state, in his eyes you were the most gorgeous being he had ever seen.

Soon enough you came, clenching around his cock, as your insides pulsed against his skin. However, he didn’t stop, he continued to pound your pussy, making loud sounds of pleasure leave your mouth. His eyes travelled down your body, to the place where your bodies connected. A few dribbles of squirt rained out of you due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he declared, feeling himself close to his climax. With a few more strokes he pulled out, releasing over your stomach, leaving it a mess in his liquid.

He let his body relax, laying half of his body beside you, while the other half rested against you, as he laid his head on your chests, hugging your body close to him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, to feel his warmth around you, while you both regained your breathing. You both remained in this position, feeling a sense of calm in each other's presence, after that exhilarating session.

After a few minutes, Jungkook lifted up his body, his arms straight as he rested his palms on either side of your body, caging you within. He gave you a tender smile, before leaning in to kiss your cheek, whispering a ‘I’ll be right back into your ear. You gave him a lazy smile as he pulled out, getting off the couch, and leaving the room.

A while later, he walked back in, having cleaned himself up of the sticky substances. He made his way to where you were laying, and cleaned you up with a wet towel he had brought, before disposing of it.

“Here, put this on,” he said, while handing you a big white shirt. “Your tank top will rub on your piercing, causing irritation, so wear this to prevent it,” he explained. You already knew this information, that’s why you had carried a loose t-shirt in your bag when making your way here, but you didn’t tell him this and just took the piece of clothing from him.

Jungkook moved to collect his discarded clothes from earlier, as your eyes followed his every movement, while you sat up on the couch. He could feel your stares on him, so he made sure to look extra sexy for you, when putting his clothes back on.

Once finished, he moved back towards you, spreading your thighs apart slightly, before intervening his legs in between them. He gently grabbed the shirt from your hands, which you had done no effort to put on, and helped you wear it himself.

Once the fabric was settled on your body, he placed his arms around your neck, leaning in slightly to look into your eyes with an emotion that you couldn’t quite discern. You both remained in silence, just looking into the depths of each other's eyes, before you decided to speak up.

“So,” you began. “Do you give this special treatment to all your customers?” you teasingly inquired, keenly looking forward to his response.

“No,” he said bluntly, looking you dead in the eye. “It’s only for my future special someone,” he informed, as there was a shine in his eyes as the statement left his mouth.

His words left you confused, and a bit shocked, as you didn’t think he would think of this anything more than a hookup after how fast things progressed today.

“Y/n” he called, breaking you away from thinking further. “I want you. I want something more, and I’m not just saying this to get in bed with you again. I truly mean it. After meeting you at the bar last week, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and the conversation we shared. I want to have more deep talks like that, in the comfort of our own peace,” he explained, expressing his feeling.

You weren’t going to lie, you also held a similar feeling. After that meeting with him, you couldn’t stop thinking about him and the conversation you had with him. He listened to you, sharing his experiences and intellect along the way. You found a calm in his company, at the most odd place. You felt upset all this week at not having gotten his number, and at the possibility of never meeting him again, but seeing him today when you entered the shop gave you hope. A hope to get to know him better, but where today had led to made you think that your connection wasn’t meant to be something more. However, after hearing him now, a smile grew on your face. You hadn’t been the biggest believer of love at first sight before, now you just might be.

“I don’t want to put any pressure on you, I’m just saying that maybe we could try dating, go on a few dates,” he clarified, shyly averting his eyes from you, the same man that just fucked you with such intensity a while ago. Wow, the duality.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his torso. “Lets try it out” you replied, bringing his attention back to you. “I mean, who would be a fool enough to let go of the opportunity to potentially have such a handsome boyfriend,” you teased, looking up at him with a toothy smile, which he returned with his big bunny smile upon hearing your words.

“Then, since it's already late outside, do you want to get dinner together?” He asked.

“Let’s go,” you replied, giving a genuine smile, as you looked forward to possibilities of what lies ahead.

A/n: hey there! Hehe, I hope you enjoyed this! Your thoughts and feedback are always appreciated