It Worked. Dont Know How. But I Can Breathe, And Live Happy

it worked. dont know how. but i can breathe, and live happy

0:09am (M)

Bf Jungkook crying from his first handjob - 2k

Warnings: all smut, nothing in between

You’d been the one to touch him first. Jungkook, a virgin in the disguise of abs on legs that had you daydreaming of a hard fuck, even on the first date. But he was timid the first time you went in for the touch, and ever since he had keened a little too much at it and apologised for sporting an immediate hard on, you’ve grown to mediate your libido. 

“Coffee or another beer?” 

“Neither,” he’s crashed out on the sofa, legs parted wide and head thrown because casual work drinks had turned into partying as though you were younger than your real age. 

“Oh?” 

“Mmm, just wanna cuddle.”

Your soft, soft boy. A timidity of the confident persona he laced on when it wasn’t just the two of you in one anothers company. 

And you’ll give into him because his tone plays you like a fiddle. 

“You sleepy?” he reaches out for you, eyes sewn shut so his hand, outstretched, fumbles with the air until you lock his fingers with yours. You’re in his lap with a gentle pull, because he’s good that he thinks he might hurt you. 

“Mmm very.” He dons a black long sleeve, cotten and soft but cold because of the frost you’d walked back, hand in hand, in. Yet, his skin burns hot as you caress the tiny hairs that feather his back. The feeling makes him melt. “You smell good.”

“Do I, now?” you kiss the smile he’s caused to litter on your face into his neck. Once, twice, and the third lingers. 

“So good. Always smell so good.” He purrs. 

You inhale to liken the heady space he’s in. To encompass yourself in all that is Jungkook - the hair that tickles your cheek, the muscles of his back that bulk every time his hands run up to the top of your shoulders and retreats when they map lower, and the smell. That authentic Jungkook smell that has you preening in his lap because it’s everything and anything you need. 

Your lips don’t want to retreat from where they started settling under his ear, so you don’t make them. And when you feel him shudder because you wet that same spot with your tongue, you find the incentive to dig a little deeper. 

“Tell me how I make you feel.” 

You mix teeth with lips, drawing out goosebumps at the base of his neck and he clears his throat as though you’re tempting him into submission. 

“You- You’re everything.” You’re surprised he played your game, but his answer has you feeling as though you could tear up. He’s got you a messy kind of falling in love. “You make me feel wanted, and safe, always safe and belonging.”

You shift a fraction forwards, intentionally, but he doesn’t have to know that. You can tell he feels everything, though, from the way his words diffuse to a whisper cracking in your ear. 

“You make me want you.”

“Mmm,” you’re egging it on. Drawing what you want to hear from his pretty lips. 

“Make me want you too much,” his words catch up to his dick all too fast and it’s gentle, but far too noticeable when he begins the slow lift of his hips into yours.

“You can have it. Take what you want.”

He stutters a breath because he’s worked himself into a hard on he’s not sure he can quit with the way your mouth works that spot on his neck. Your voice is a siren too. It has him in a frenzy. He’s always had the power in him to stop, or calm down, or something, but he’s confused now that you feel his hands steer your hips on him.

“Y/N.” He moans it. You’ll never have enough now you’ve heard that. 

“You’re good, doing good Guk.” You’ll let him lead you where he’s comfortable. And that’s him stirring his dick, hard and brazen in the confines of his trousers, into you. “Keep going.”

“I can’t. Want you- ah- to do it for me.”

You finally peel away to round his face, eye to eye and your lustful gaze into his pained one. 

“You sure?”

You have to ask, hear him do more than an affirmative nod because you’d always held back for the sake of his shy streak. The dates that had rolled into staying over in his double bed, nestled body to body and sharing warmth, had seen it’s fair share of unsuspecting erections under the covers. He’d blush and you’d coo, telling him to act on it when he’s ready. 

“Sure, so sure.” 

And now that he’s ready, you’re nervous. For him and the pressure the moments amounted to. 

“We’ll go slow. Just hands,” he nods fast and gulps the saliva down like it’s heavy and he’s riding on a throat gone dry. “Unless you want more.”

His eyes hang low and can’t seem to pull away from where his erection pokes out between your legs. It’s not discrete. You already knew he was packing but as you keep shifting, small fractions back and forth, you get an up close in personal feeling of just the length he’s sporting. It’s hot. Not only his dick but how he’s unconsciously drooling over you, on his dick. 

“I’m- I’m not sure I’ll last ‘more’.”

“Already feels good?” His neck strains and his lip is sucked tight when you jut over his head. He’s so damn sensitive you might just be staining his trousers in the process of your ministrations. 

“So good, god, shit.”

“Take it out for me?” You don’t say it with any ulterior motive other than to lesser the strain on his balls. Your tone is not laced with anything alluring, just a plain simple request. He told you you make him feel safe, and you’re not gonna stray from that, not for the sake of seeing his face contort because you like a little control. Another day, you think.

“Mmm,” you hear his zip first and then watch his jaw slacken once he’s got a grasp beneath the seam. You keep your eyes trained on his face, scared he’d become uncomfortable with an extra set of eyes watching his privacy. 

His body tenses and pairs with a moan as you see his bicep roll out a stroke or two from in between you. It turns you on enough you press a couple of light kisses on his unsuspecting lips, then draw out his tongue when you see him relax into his touch. 

“Give me your hand,” you whisper into another kiss and he provides, “other one,” the one wrapped tight on his base. There’s a slight whimper once his hand, warm, and wet in spots, meets yours. “Show me how you do it?” 

He’s apprehensive because he’s not diving in at the same rate his dick calls for it. 

But slowly, he drags your small fist down, and around where he’s bare and vulnerable. You take the first squeeze because you’re too damn eager, and he can’t stop the stutter from the back of his throat. 

You’re real and on him. You’re his and he finally has you like this. It leaves his head bowing and his hand tightening around yours because he thinks, just the thought of your hand on him and your pussy so close, will have him embarrassed and emptied too damn fast. 

“I’m too turned on.” You try not to laugh and ruin the moment but he sounds genuinely angry at himself. The little noise you make has his eyes on yours, eyebrows turned into a look of desperation and you kiss at the crease they make. 

“Relax then, you idiot.” Taking your advice sees him kissing you quickly, finding solace in your lips. “Just do what makes you feel good.” 

“Kiss me, that feels good.” And after he begins melting into your mouth, finding the slip of your tongue arousing enough to have his dick get that bit harder, his hand springs back into life against yours. 

He’s tentative at first. It’s a little dry and you know it’ll hurt if he has you stroking fast, so he works your palm over the head and then traces it back down to the base, squeezing at the bottom before finding the rhythm back up again. 

“I like it.” He reassures himself, finding his footing. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeh, a lot- too much.”

“You want me to give it a go?” 

His eyes, glazed and dazed, meet yours as he gulps. 

“Please.”

Once his hands released yours, it finds purchase on the sofa, digging into spots to compensate for the need to dig his teeth into his lip. He does it anyway and sucks in a breath simultaneously because your touch feels heavier without him leading. 

It’s unnerving, and good, so fucking good, to him, not knowing where the next touch will come and he missed when your other hand comes to join. 

“Oh shit.” 

He peers down his nose, but throws his head back just as quick like the visuals too much. 

“You ever think about this? When you touch yourself?” 

The corner of his mouth twitches in a laugh but falls when you drift a palm onto his head. 

“Of fucking c-course.”

“What you think about?” You reach a hand to his balls.

“Oh god, there.” And squeeze.

“Here?” And squeeze harder. 

“Fuck yeh.”

“You’re so fucking hard.” Both hands find a hard pace and Jungkook’s eyes begin to roll back, too far into the feeling. 

“I’llcum- Y/N it’s- holy fuck.” 

“Yeah? So good for me.”

His stomach begins to cave, hips canting up with a chase for such a fucking good end. He can feel you, everywhere. 

“Please keep going. Please keep going- oh my god, oh-”

“You’ll cum for me?” You want it as bad as him.

“Yes. Please.” 

He’s pleading into deaf ears, because you watch his mouth gape and hip stutter in a frenzy. 

“Urgh, oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please cum Guk.”

“Yess, love you, love you, thank you.” The pit of his stomach breaks as he feels everything rush all over him. Pleasure from head to toe and you hands milking him out again and again, still tight on his shaft and he preens with unadulterated moans. “God, my god.” 

His hips follow your motions as he rides it out, and you let them, but his face contorts like it does before he cries. You’re swift to meet his lips and take away the sensation overwhelming him. You’ve been there, spent but so damn euphoric you’ve cried. And it’s kinda hot when you feel wetness where his cheek meets yours. 

“Love you too, Jungkook, a lot a lot.” The emphasis has him kissing back, calming his hips and your hand because the moments dissipated into nothing but your lips on his. He just thanks the gods for you. You, you and you. 

“Urgh.” His head drops to your shoulder, a little shake in his body that you worry is a sob but then you hear the gentle trickles of his laughter you’ve found yourself to become so in tune with. It’s your happy sound. “I can’t actually believe that.”

You laugh into his body too, letting him envelop you, because the mess in your hands still lingers.

“Can’t believe what.”

“That was so fucking good. Like god tier orgasm.” 

“Yeah?” He nods now that you’re eye for eye. His a little red around the edges. Makes sense, considering he’d sealed them shut like a vice for ten minutes. “A lot of cum too.”

“Y/NNN,” he drags it out with an embarrassed whine, head retreating to that space in your neck again so you’re blind to the blush tainting his cheeks. You still get a glimpse of the red around his ears though and it has you smiling. 

“You brought it up.” 

“Hmmph.”

You’re smiling Cheshire cat style, and you feel his hardened cheeks so he must be too. An all consuming kind of love that you’re both scared to expose because it’s the first time for both of you. He’ll mutter it into your neck though. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I love you.” Your teeth bare gleefully without permission, “and you’re really hot.” 

“You cry when you orgasm so I guess you’re kinda hot too.”

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7:41pm (M)

FuckBuddy Tae spitting in your mouth 

Warnings: FILTH - I won’t apologise. this kind of made me feral.

A/N: i saw this video of slowthai spitting in a girls mouth during his concert and im a changed woman. i implore you to do the same. enjoy x

Taehyung’s a hard fuck when your ass is on display. The visual ignites some primal instinct in him you really don’t have the willpower to say no to. 

He’d grabbed it first, slapped it with force a few times before he settled on the notion his boner needed a home in your pussy and now. 

“My dick got your eyes rolling back yeh? Such a good fuck you’re a goner?” It’s only rhetoric because he knows the fucking answer. 

The room’s small and dark and it makes the slap of his balls louder and the smell of sex more potent. You’re fiery around the edges with the way he has one hand pushing on your stomach, con-caving you so he can feel the thrust of his dick against your cervix, and the other, a tight vice to your neck. He’ll say it’s for traction, but it always has you mewling. He loves when you cry. 

Somehow you want more. 

“Fuck, T-Tae.” Your hand grasping at his, fastened around your throat, makes him think maybe the pressures left you dizzy. A non safe kind of dizzy.

“Good?”

“Mmm, please.” 

His dick throbs at the plea, and, scared that the pleasure comes rushing up on him too fast, he slows, grinding until he finds you clit in a damn good way. 

“What, what?”

“I want you, to- ugh,” it hits real good, “want you to spit in- my mouth.”

You need it at this point, but it’s been a want you’ve been meaning to claim for quite some time. A lingering thought once he ate you out real messy one time that had now festered into a full blown need. You throb when he leans back to take on the challenge. 

“Dirty fucking girl,” one hand grasp at your cheeks, claiming your entire jaw because his hands are a mad kind of big, and digs in enough that your mouth gapes, “my dirty fucking girl.”

When he leans forward to tower over you figure, still keeping at the slow grind that touches so far in you you’re drooling, you know you’ve got spank bank material for life. 

Sweat riddles his forehead, hair and brows a perfect black with darkened pupils to match, but it’s the way his jaw flexes first, then projects all that he has into your mouth with a filthy guttural sound, that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

It’s a shame because you miss his smirk. 

“Fucking filthy.” 

And then he’s back to propelling you into the heady heights of an orgasm, manhandling you now that his dicks about to give into the visual he had of you swallowing his spit. 

“Oh god, oh my god.”

“Cum all over me. Fall apart on my cock, cumslut.” 

You will. Like fucking hell you will. You writhe as his palm presses deep so your insides mould him just right for him to find his end. 

“Come on Y/N, fucking cum for me.” You gargle on your and his spit as he digs deep one time, two times, again and again once more so that you’re cumming with enough force to push his dick out and have you wet it. “Yesss baby, fuckkk.”

He’s soaked and it gives him the incentive to drive his fist fast and hard on his length until it erupts over your stomach, your pussy, down to your ass. There’s a lot of it and he begins to quake because he’s pushing at the borders of sensitivity. He can’t stop whilst he’s still got your mouth agape and limbs shaking beneath him. 

Everything becomes too damn hot for the both of you when he goes soft and you’re shivering because you did, in fact, shed tears. 

“You’re a mess.” In every sense. It’s mean. You want him to run his fingers up your back but instead the fiddle about in the cum that coats you. It’s even meaner when he leans down to lick from pussy to stomach and back down so his tongue glistens white. You groan. “My mess.”