Friend-zone

Friend-zone

╰┈➤ Friend - Zone | Kim Taehyung.

✎PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Fem! Reader

✎SUMMARY: he’s got money to spend, and you’re right there. Sitting all pretty for him.

✎WARNINGS: unprotected penetrative sex(wrap it before you tap it!), dom!tae, sub!reader, oral (f&M receiving), fWB,overstimulation, titty licking because he’s obsessed with her breasts, spoiled reader, unintentional sugar daddy tae.

Unedited as I was falling asleep while writing this lol

He’s so hot, and he knows it. That fucker knows exactly what he does to you, because there’s absolutely no reason for him to be sitting across you looking into your eyes with heavy lids, clearly sexually frustrated. You’re not sure why though, was it the skimpy little silky red dress? Or was it the black lace adorning the hems of it, laying perfectly against your chest? Perhaps it was your wavy dark hair? No, could it be your siren gaze? Or maybe it was the way your foot left your black louboutin, dragging itself up his leg and resting in between his thighs. Glancing down, he could see the diamond glazed fish nets, and fuck, did it drive him absolutely crazy.

You were evil for this. Licking your pretty peachy lips, caramel skin glistening under the low lighting of the fancy restaurant your friends decided on. But he wasn’t any better, sitting across you in his all black slacks. Black button up, sleeves rolled up to show off his gold Rolex perhaps? First few buttons undone, revealing his chest. He was dressed black head to toe aside from that damned stupid watch. Fuck.

Smirking as secretly at him as you can, you sucked onto the straw of your cocktail, enjoying the slight burn of the drink. He swallowed, licking his bottom lip as he pocked his cheek with his tongue. His hand, the one with the damned watch, disappeared under the table, fingers gently skimming your clothed skin. Earning an unexpected gasp of you.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook leaned over to you, concern prominent in his voice.

“Everything is perfect.”

Brows furrowing for a second, he shrugged, turning back to the rest of the group as taehyung continued to gaze at you confidently, challenging you in a sense as his long finger hooked into one of the holes of your fishnets, bare finger on your hot skin. What an incredibly hot asshole.

Blinking gently, you smirked brazenly.

“Kook? Would you mind taking me home, I’ve had a few drinks I really wouldn’t want to risk going out anywhere by myself.” You called out to Jungkook, eyes never daring to leave taehyungs darkened ones.

“Of course-“

“That’s okay kook, I’ll bring her home since I’m going anyway.”

Once again Jungkooks brows furrowed cutely, and you felt bad for the poor boy, “are you okay with that Y/N?”.

“Yes kookie, I’ll be fine.” You smiled at him sweetly. Getting up out of your seat as taehyungs hand laid on the small of your back, urging you to walk forward.

You couldn’t help it. Being a tease like this was only the result of his own actions. Him flirting with that overly beautiful waitress, and you getting jealous. It didn’t make sense, because to everyone else, the pair of you were just best friends. And though it didn’t actually give you any certain kind of dibs, he was fucking you on a down low. Every day, every night, every morning. It’s not like he was yours to claim, or like you actually had the right of be jealous, because he wasn’t anything more than that. Sex.

Sure he was your best friend, but you can’t claim your best friend as your own. Unless of course, you’re in a relationship on the low-low. Sure friends with benefits is a thing, but it’s no real relationship. Just sex. It’s not like you don’t think Tae was relationship worthy, because he was. If anything he’s one of those guys you hear women dream of, but you? You were nothing but a girl who loved living in the moment, you loved skimpy clothes and loud music. You loved cold alcoholic drinks on a private jet, and enjoyed the luxury life.

Could you afford the luxury life by yourself? No. Could your best friend? Yes.

It’s not like you were using him, you never intended for him to spend his money on you. That’s the last thing you wanted. But somehow, you went from fucking, to cuddling, to being with each other twenty four seven, which essentially meant Taehyung got attached, meaning everywhere tae went, you had to follow. Private restaurant boots, expensive little dresses, a whole rack of louboutins. Handbags ranging from Chanel to Moncler. Pearls of all colours and sizes, gold watches, Swarovski’s finest cut diamond necklaces. Anything you laid your eyes on, taehyung bought it.

Matter of fact, this little dress your wearing, he bought it. A Vera wang creation you set your eyes on right after he fucked you in the backseat of his car in a parking lot. How classy.

Taehyung only wanted what’s best for you, as someone who means the world to him. As someone who he sees marrying in the future. God he loved you so much. He wasn’t sure wether that was reciprocated, though it didn’t necessarily matter so long as you were by his side. Friends with benefits or not. He didn’t care. You could have all his money, all his cars, everything you wanted. You had access to all of his cars, each day you could drive any one of them. You had the key to his house, some of your stuff in his closet. Basically very domestic, just not labelled.

Money was never a big thing for taehyung, he’s had enough of it to last a lifetime. Which meant he only needed someone to spend it other than himself, and then you came along, and he immediately knew his worth became yours. Every two weeks on the dot, he’d hand you his card, and have his driver bring you to your nail appointments. Every couple months he’d ask you if you wanted to do something new with your hair, and as of recently he went as far as to ask if you genuinely loved the little wooden cabin in the forest you saw on the internet, the very next day bringing you a confirmation letter of buying it in your name.

So that brings you here, hollowing your cheeks as you let him use your mouth however he pleased. It wasn’t that you felt like you had to do it, no. You wanted him to do it, you needed him to do it. You genuinely believed you wouldn’t survive it if he didn’t touch your body in some way. You loved having him use your body, and you loved him in general. It was a win-win situation.

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, pulling himself out of your mouth, “on the bed love spread your legs for me.”

Like the obedient girl you are, you laid on the bed, left in nothing but your Swarovski diamond clustered fishnets, legs wide open for him as he crawled up the bed menacingly. Staring at your clothed pussy hungrily, like a starved man. He could see the little wet patch against the material of your red thong and it drove him wild.

Taehyung was a man of patience for many things, but not in this case. His patience always seemed to be on the whim when it came to getting a taste of you, which is what lead him to ripping the expensive yet extremely fragile material to shreds. Exposing a large enough hole around your pussy. His finger hooked into the material of the thong, pulling it to the side.

Almost like he was making out, he sucked into each lip of your pussy with a mouthful of sugar. So sweet and gentle, absolutely devouring your pussy whole. His tongue ran laps up, from the bottom to the top. Flicking little motions upwards onto your clit as you began to sign, his tongue alternating between sucking and flicking, building a pace of movement, a rhythm. It was insane how fast he could get you breathless, hands desperately clutching onto the sheets of his bed.

His finger slipped inside your seeping hole, god you could feel yourself dripping down your ass, surely making a mess of his sheets. With his mouth suckling on your clit, tongue flicking your nub and finger pushing in and out of you, you were moaning like your life depended on it.

“Tae fuck,” your sighs were so sweet, so high pitched and breathy god he loved it.

His finger hooked inside you, picking up his pace as your hips began moving against his mouth, begging for your sweet, divine release, “shit please just fuck me tae.”

“Impatient hm?” He chuckled, kissing his way from your pussy to your throat, sucking sweet little spots of bruise here and there.

“Make me cum baby” you held his face in your hands, staring deeply in his dark eyes.

“Ah don’t do this to me beautiful” his forehead rested against yours, hand tugging on his hard cock.

Both of your eyes focused on his dick, the way it rubbed up and down your wet pussy, foreheads still pressed against each other and your hand still resting around the back of his head. Slowly, he pushed the tip in. Looking at your reaction as he bottomed out, eyes shutting tightly as you gasped, fingers tangling in his long locks. He swore he’s never seen a more beautiful and majestic creature like you. No human, anything, could ever amount to the beauty you hold for him. You were his everything.

He took his time with you, thrusting slowly in and out, building you up as you cling onto him, one of your legs rested against his waist, deepening the angle of his thrusts. He started building it up, going faster, his thrusts somehow reaching deeper each time he dragged out and back inside. He could see himself inside you, kissing your cervix each time he came back inside. It was amazing. Just how well your bodies connected.

A few more thrusts of his quick and ruthless thrusts and you were arching into him, moaning his name like a chant, nails dragging around his back as you came. He chased his high right after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally let go. Face nuzzled in your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was peaceful, serene.

“Wanna go on a cruise with me?” He asked, kissing your neck softly.

“Sure why not” you giggled as he started pecking your face all over.

“As my girlfriend” he followed up, your eyes widening, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“As your girlfriend?”

“Yes”

“Tae, are you messing with me?”

“No baby, I want to do everything with you… as my girlfriend. Wife. Whatever. I just want you to be mine.”

Smiling to yourself, you hold his face in your hands, staring deeply in his eyes, “of course baby, but pull out of me now we need to shower. We reek of sex.”

He smirks at you, pulling out and drawing a hiss from both of you from the overstimulation,

“I love shower sex.”

AN: y’all better help me figure out how to end Drabbles because I’m always lost lol.

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MASTERLIST

Better than me?

better than me? — min yoongi

summary "she not a hoe, but she freaky for me" and “she know she ain’t gon find that nigga that beat that pussy wetter than me”

or

everyone on campus thinks you're soooo innocent, and that you're no match for yoongi's ways. they also want you, desperately, and think you'd drop yoongi in a heartbeat for them. if only they knew how wrong they are.

pairing freak!fratboy!yoongi x "innocent"!freak!campusheartthrob!reader

genre smut and college au

contents oral m. receiving, reader’s “innocent” but little does everybody knowwwww, idk jus read it i don’t wanna spoil it, there is a facial tho ..

warnings reader is a referred to as a girl

words 1k n sum

notes hey… how y’all doing … this is gonna be a series LMAO this one lil blowjob ain't enough to explore their relationship.

notes2 inspired by the song “better than me” by q money 😁

notes3 not beta-d or proofread LMAO i don’t like readin my works. also my first time writing a bj so if it’s ass then… yeah.

this is glitchin on tumblr app so if the ending seems funky.. jus go on tumblr . com and read it there..

reblogs with comments are my favorite thing so..yeah. anyway enjoy!

saying you’re the most wanted girl on campus would be an understatement, to be honest. you’re literally her.

to put it in words, you could fuck a different person every night for a month, and you’d still have people who hadn’t gotten a chance with you. 

but you don’t. you only have eyes for yoongi, the president of the most popular frat on campus, and your pretty boyfriend. everyone on campus is honestly just a background character when it comes to you and yoongi. you two are just in your own world. 

you love showing each other off; you’re basically glued at the hip when not in class, and it’s so fucking nice. there’s just one downside, though.

people have their .. misconceptions about you two. some people think yoongi’s fucking other people on the side, and others think you’re too innocent to even give in to the hoards of people that want a chance with you. the latter comes up once again at a party at seokjin’s frat.

“she’s too sweet for you, i promise.” seokjin jokes before he throws his drink back, downing the alcohol in his red cup. 

“mhm.” yoongi nods. he’s learned to stop arguing with people. you don’t say anything, instead smiling slightly as the other people in the room laugh like they know the first thing about you and yoongi’s relationship. you have to suppress a full body laugh at how wrong they are.

it’s actually insane, the way people just assume you’re not down for yoongi’s depraved ways. like you and yoongi didn’t fuck in an empty classroom once. like you two don’t have a tradition of fucking in bathrooms at frat parties.

it’s so insane that yoongi can’t help but bring it up as you sink to your knees for him in seokjin’s room.

“you’re my innocent little thing, huh?” 

“far from it, min.” you sigh, dropping down to your knees and flipping your hair over your shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes. your tongue pokes out to lick at his pretty tip, already leaking with pre-cum.

“fuck, that’s it.” he groans, head falling back onto the door. you’re so good with your mouth, know how to work him up and make him bust to easily, and you always use it to your advantage.

you know he likes when you wrap your around the base and swirl your tongue around his tip, pull off and slap it against your tongue like you’re doing now. he’s always pleasured into huffs and puffs at first, but then when you take him back in your mouth and start to bob your head, it feels almost impossible not to speak.

“my pretty, dirty little thing. look so pretty on your knees like this.” you moan through a mouthful of cock, taking more and more of him until you’re flush with the hand wrapped around the base of his cock, keeping him there and swallowing around him. 

“fuck.” he’s so ruined already, hands threading into your hair to gain some semblance of sanity that you’ve so mercilessly ripped out from under him. you’re a pro at this, know just what buttons to press and which ways to flick your tongue. 

you pull off, lick a fat stripe right up his cock, eyes flitting back up to his just to see his fucked out expression.

“i just know seokjin would hate to walk in on us. he’d be devastated.” yoongi isn’t oblivious to the fact that seokjin so clearly wants you, and all his taunting is just to get you with him.

“and i’d keep going. show him who’s mouth this really is.” 

“god, you’re fucking perfect.” is all he can moan, hands gripping just a little tighter at your hair. 

“yeah?” you ask, licking another perfect stripe up his oh-so-sensitive shaft.

“yeah.” he huffs shakily, “wonder what everyone would think if they saw you on your knees like this, taking dick down this pretty throat.” he’s fucking groaning, driven crazy by your “pretty fucking mouth ‘n your pretty fuckin throat.”

“think they’d be so surprised, yoongi.” you entertain his fantasies as you take him deeper than before, so turned on by just giving your boyfriend head and listening to him talk.

“yeah.” he nods, smoothing your hair softly, such a blatant contrast from his dick inches down your throat. you can feel him start throbbing in your mouth, can feel his cock twitching under you hand still wrapped around him. 

“you gonna cum, baby? gonna cum all over your innocent little girlfriend’s face?”

“fuck, yeah. my innocent little girlfriend.” he nods through a laugh, humored at his words juxtaposing with the sight in front of him. body tensing up as you stroke him, twisting your wrist just the way he likes. “not so innocent now, huh baby? gonna make you a fuckin’ mess.”

he’s so close, and when you tilt your head up, get yourself all ready to be his pretty little thing, all covered in his cum, he fucking busts, hot cum spurting all over your face, making you the fucking mess he said he would. 

“so fucking pretty when you cum.” you gasp, eyes fixed on his face before you have to close them.

“my pretty, dirty little thing.” he huffs in awe, shaking and shivering as you jerk him dry, milk him for every last drop of cum, get as messy as you possibly can. 

and he’s not done with you. before the aftershakes are even gone, he’s pulling his phone out to take a picture, one of many he has of you on your knees in a random place on campus, pretty face covered in cum. 

"smile, baby." he coos, and you do. you see the flash go off behind your closed lids, and then he's picking up one of seokjin's shirts off his dresser, wiping your face with it.

once you can finally open your eyes, you’re meeting his gaze. 

on your way out of the room, you stop and look around the room, making sure yoongi has seokjin’s .. ruined shirt.

"i got it." yoongi smiles, seemingly reading your mind.

"good." you smile back. "can't have everyone knowing our business, you know? it takes away the fun."

he agrees. and when you and your boyfriend make your way back to the party, everyone is none the wiser.

3:46 pm

3:46 p.m.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder with a heavy sigh of relief of finally finishing your last class of the day. Suddenly all of your stress is relieved at the sound of a motorcycle purring in a distance. With a small smile on your face, you whip your head toward the source of the noise.

badboy!Jungkook is zooming down the street. His lip ring sparkling in the afternoon sun as his tattooed hands tightly grip the handlebars of his bike. As he slows down and pulls up to the curb outside your school, he quirks his pierced eyebrow up at you with a smug smile. 

“You gettin’ on, baby?”

At that moment, you realize you should reprimand your boyfriend for not wearing a helmet, but you cannot find the words to do so.

badboy!Jungkook gives you an expecting look, then a knowing smile, as he reaches behind him to pull out a helmet.

“You think I would let my precious goods ride without protection?”

You shake your head and let out a chuckle before finally heading toward him.

“Kookie, you should really worry for yourself. I know you are a speed demon when I am not with you.”

As you situate yourself on the back of the motorcycle, badboy!Jungkook gives you a shrug and a smile as he gently places the helmet on your head. His tattooed hands work diligently to tighten it perfectly.

Once he is done, he gives you a peck before turning back around. Your arms automatically wrapped around his waist. Revving his motorcycle badboy!Jungkook smirks, “Hold on tight, baby. I’m going to show you what a speed demon is.”

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Idk if ur still doing drabbles, but if you are, maybe ot7xreader "you're so different, I love it" "that must feel isolating" anyways ily & all your works u are such an amazing writer 👉👈🖤💜 keep up the good work! :)

“That must feel isolating.”

“Hm?” You looked up from the making of a pretty bouquet in process, confused by what Hoseok meant.

He beckoned his head at the bouquets already made placed on the side while more flowers scattered in an orderly pattern on the table in front of you. “Working so hard late into the night,” he said. “You work alone, owning a pretty flower shop. Doesn’t it get lonely?”

Your lips curled into a small lopsided smile. “No,” you said, “it’s quite rewarding when I’m blessed by your presences after your own jobs.”

Yoongi smirked. “Blessed, huh?” No one had actually been that brave enough to say such things especially to guys like them.

Gangsters.

“You’re different,” Seokjin mused. You had always been different from the first moment you met their eyes and didn’t flinch away but instead greeted them with a warm smile. “I love it.”

The sky was dark, stars above in constellations outside, rarely any vehicles maneuvered around because it was so late — or as your clock stated, too early in the morning for even the sun. It was just the eight of you in the flower shop feeling as if the eight of you were the only ones left in the world.

Pleasants nights just enjoying each other’s comforts. You always looked forward to these times, not caring for how tired you would get and only making excuses to work on your flowers when in reality, you’ve already caught up and was so far beyond from your goal. You just liked having them around even though the only thing you really knew about them was that they were gangsters, headquarters laying right across the street. While the only thing they knew about you was that you were a pretty florist, flower shop laying right across the street of their headquarters.

Jungkook walked in one day on a Valentine’s Day, hoping to get something for his boyfriends even though midnight was about to strike in less than five minutes and your shop had already closed. You giggled at the sight of the man, hair messy and ruffled, looking all disheaveled and in a rush. You made an exception for him and allowed him to just walk out with the flower bouquets you recommended him, telling him that he should just try not to be late.

That was how you saw him again the next day and later, as time passed, you got to meet the rest. They always came around 11:55 pm, your flower shop long closed with you hiding behind a table with all sorts of flower arrangements spread about.

It had become a routine, months in, yet the only thing you knew about each other were your names and what they and you worked as. Perhaps one day you’d come to know more, perhaps they would let you.

Perhaps not.

It didn’t matter at the moment.

Until something changed and one day, the routine didn’t come around for a whole week. You waited and waited, wondering what was going on, eyes casting to their HQ yet never able to catch sight of them.

Ten days passed and on the eleventh, your shop was left a wreck, flower pots shattered, dirt everywhere, the petals of the flowers ripped and stepped on, the windows broken into thousands of pieces, your door left ajar.

Your heart clenched, lips quivering, and you stood there in the middle of the floor, tears uselessly falling yet you made no sound whatsoever. You just stood there, staring blankly at nothing, face never distorted with pain as if you had no emotions.

Someone grabbed your hand from behind and turned you around forcefully. “Y/N..-” Jimin called out of breath as if he had just ran there and when he met your eyes, a blank stare with tears escaping as if you hadn’t realized, his heart pained.

“I...I’m so sorry,” Namjoon said, walking in with a face distorted of guilt. “Our rival,” he said, “they found out we’ve been frequenting this place and I thought that if we stayed away for a while, they wouldn’t do anything to harm you.”

“They found out you meant something to us so they decided to trash your place as a warning.” Taehyung’s brows furrowed. “We’ll get out of your life, Y/N, they won’t come back again, I promise. We’ll clean this place up, you don’t have to worry about any expenses or whatever. We’ll take care of it.”

“We’re sorry for everything,” Jungkook said regrettably and you could see how they all wanted nothing but to make things right again. “You won’t have to see us again, I promise.”

They turned around to leave, a bittersweet goodbye, but you squeezed Jimin’s hand before he could let go and he turned around, confused. “Y/N?”

Upon hearing Jimin’s voice, the rest stopped to turn around, wondering what was keeping them and looking to you for an answer.

You meant something to them, Taehyung said, that was why their rivals had decided to give them a warning through you.

You looked at Jimin, another drop of tear falling yet you never showed any pain. “Take me with you,” you whispered and he watched you, surprised. “It’s indeed isolating here,” you said, noting on the question Hoseok had once asked. “It’s always been lonely but ever since you walked in, things didn’t feel as isolating as it was and I loved it. So,” you squeezed his hand again, “take me with you, I don’t care how dangerous it is. Just make it less lonely. Please.”

There was a moment of silence before Seokjin stepped forward, his footsteps echoing through the defeaning silence, and you looked up at him as he held his hand against your face, a gentle thumb brushing away your tears.

“You’re so different,” he said, “I love it.”

Number 7

number 7; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling

summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻‍💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼

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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.

It just kind of happened.

One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.

The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.

You just wanted your journal back.

But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.

His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.

“God, Jungkook.”

His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.

Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.

Your eyes meet in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.

Jeon Jungkook. 7.

Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.

“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.

“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.

“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.

“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”

The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”

His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.

A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”

Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.

“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.

You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.

He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.

“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.

“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.

You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.

“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”

A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”

A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.

As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.

When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.

He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.

But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.

“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”

“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”

Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.

“Prove it.”

Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.

His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.

“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”

There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.

He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.

“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”

His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.

And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.

“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”

Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.

After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.

“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”

“God,” you mutter into the pillow.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.

“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”

“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.

“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.

Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.

You lift your head and crane your neck around.

His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.

Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”

“Too much.”

“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”

Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.

“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”

You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.

The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.

You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.

Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”

Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”

“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.

“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.

With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.

Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.

“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.

You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.

You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”

Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.

You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.

He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.

You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”

A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“It’s not late,” you argue.

“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.

“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”

“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.

“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”

“The 0.5 mm one?”

You giggle. “Yes, that one.”

You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”

You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.

“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.

“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.

Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.

He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.

“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.

You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”

Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.

“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.

Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.

“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.

“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.

You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.

He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.

You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.

“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.

You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.

Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.

You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass. He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.

“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.

He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”

You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.

“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.

“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”

Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”

“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Watchu doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”

You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.

“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.

Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”

“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.

“Huh?”

“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”

You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.

You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.

You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.

You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.

Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.

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read pt 1 here if u haven't <3

Needy

needy

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones?

warnings : slight dry humping, penetration, unprotected sex

words count : 0.9k

A/N : hi guys, as promised, here a little something. I’m sorry, I know it’s short but I really wanted to write something for y’all even tho i was busy.I know it’s not the best but yea. Let’s just say it’s a MESS! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. I hope you guys to spend a nice week. Take care of yourselves. Love you! -sunny

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Strong arms were enveloping you as you woke up from the little nap you decided to take an hour ago.

You wiggled a little to get out of the warm embrace as you wanted to go eat something.

Jungkook groaned as he tightened his grip around you.

You sighed laying your hand on top of his, that was placed on your tummy.

You let yourself relax into his arms, shifting a little to get more comfortable.

It was was all nice until you felt it, his bulge.

Jungkook was grinding his hard-on slowly against your back subconsciously in his sleep.

“y/n.” he breathed out lowly, his breath tickling your neck.

You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip as he rubbed onto you.

“Jungkook.” you whispered hoping he would wake up.

No response.

“Kook.” you tried again caressing his forearm.

Goosebumps raised on his skin as your fingers kept on stroking his forearm slowly.

“Jungkook.” you said a bit louder this time.

Your husband groaned again but this time his hips stayed still and he left a lazy kiss on the back of your neck as he woke up.

“baby?” his voice deep and low.

You just wanted to moan at the sound and jump on him.

“keep going please.” he was confused until you pushed your bottom back on his bulge making him hiss at the friction.

Jungkook didn’t lose time as he turned your body around and kissed you slowly, his hands finding their places on your hips.

“were you so needy, you had to wake me up? huh my love?” you nodded eagerly, cheeks getting warm at his words.

He hovered above you, laying himself between your legs comfortably.

He grind his hips into yours again making you close your eyes at the pressure against your light covered clit.

"you like that, don’t you?”

“yes.” you breathed out.

Jungkook kissed your cheek, his fingers playing with the hem of your oversized shirt, slowly raising it a bit so he could see the thin panties you were wearing.

He touched you softly, his fingertips lightly grazing over your covered core making you raised your hips up into his hand.

“so sensitive.” he whispered more to himself.

“take your shirt off.”

“as you wish.” Jungkook took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the carpet.

Your hands immediately went on his strong chest, feeling the smooth skin.

“Can I?” his fingers ghosting over the waistband of you panties.

“yes.” you replied biting your lip.

He pulled the soft material down your legs, getting rid of his own clothes, releasing his erection.

“do you need prep-”

“no no it’s ok! hurry up!"

"so eager. ” he smirked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, putting your arms around his neck pulling him down on you.

“tell me if anything wrong, ok?” you nodded as he penetrated you not so slow making you whimpered feeling the familiar stretch.

Jungkook checked on you making sure you’re fine.

“baby move please." you moaned out as he did what you wanted, his hips rolling slowly, thrusts getting a bit harder.

"baby you feel so good around me, fuck! so warm and tight.” he furrowed his eyebrows, the pleasure consuming him.

You gripped his bicep as you felt the knot in your stomach.

He bent down to capture your lips into a passionate kiss, before leaving kisses on your neck.

He sucked on the skin lightly, pulling the flesh between his teeth before looking into your eyes a small moan escaping from his throat as you clench around him.

"shit baby keep clenching around me like that. fuck.” he groaned before bending to bite your earlobe.

You threw your head back as he found your g-spot making you moaned loudly.

He kept on abusing that spot that could make you see stars, you walls convulsing uncontrollably around him.

"Jungkook fuck! I’m so close.” you panted the pleasure getting unbearable.

"got ya’ baby.” he muttered leaving a soft kiss on your temple, his hand travelling down between your bodies until it reached your bud of nerves.

He drew little circles on your clit making you arch your back off the couch.

The stimulation made you reach your high as you came around him. You closed your eyes shut, moaning his name loudly.

Jungkook couldn’t held it anymore as he pulled out before coming on your thighs.

"fuck.” he bit his bottom lip, staring at his warm release decorating your skin.

“Jungkook! you made a mess." you looked down at the cum dripping from your thighs onto the couch.

You looked back up at him, this one trying not to laugh.

You laughed along with him when he released a loud and cute laugh.

“I love you baby.” your husband caressed your lower stomach softly making you smile.

“I love you too.” you said before getting up slowly, your legs still a little shaky from the recent orgasm.

“I’m gonna take a bath."

“I’m coming with you.” he stood up abruptly, eager for whatever reason he got excited for, following you until you planted your hands on his firm chest stopping him in his track.

“huh huh. You. You’re gonna stay here and clean the mess you did there." you pointed toward the couch before pecking his lips softly and chuckling as you walked away, leaving the man speechless.