Channie's Way Of Helping You Relax

channie's way of helping you relax

“Sweetheart, can you come here for a minute?”

Chan was sitting on the living room’s floor with his back leaned against the black leather couch. His hands motioned you to come sit in between his legs, fully positioned in the safety of his embrace. You felt his strong arms wrap around you and leaned back against his broad chest. A warm feeling overcame you, like finally sensing the first rays of sunshine after a gruesome winter.

“I want you to close your eyes”, he said gently. You did as he told but only for a second as your curiosity got the best of you. He instantly noticed and scolded you for your behavior.

“Ah ah, bad girl. Close your eyes, baby girl. Be good for me.”

This time you obeyed – with eyes closed you leaned even deeper into his body.

“Good girl. I want you to take some deep breaths for me, okay? Deep breath in through your nose and deep breath out of your mouth.”

You felt his chest rising as he demonstrated the breathing and joined him, getting calmer and calmer by his side.

“In and out”, he calmly orchestrated.

“Can you feel yourself relax some more, baby?”

A sweet smile formed on your lips, deeply touched by his care for you.

“Now breathe normally and just listen to my words, okay?”

Your breathing stabilized and you felt peaceful, like a wave of calmness had washed over you, taking away all the stressors of daily life. You surrendered to the moment and only focused on Chan, simply listening to his deep and raspy voice like he wanted you to.

“I am so in love with you, y/n”, he declared softly.

“Like, crazy in love with you, baby.”

“Do you even realize that? Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?”

“I’ve never met someone like you. Someone so beautiful and captivating, so smart and charming. I feel like I am dating my best friend. My goddess. My soulmate…”

“You make me a better person, baby. Thank you for that.”

“Thank you for always staying by my side and forcing me to sleep and eat and relax.” A small giggle escaped your lips.

“I wanna take care of you forever. I wanna make sure you’re safe and that you take your vitamins and get a bite to eat. I wanna make sure you’re hydrated and in good spirits.”

“I wanna make you feel loved, y/n.”

“Every. Single. Day.”

“I love you, y/n. Like so fucking much.”

“Our love is special, don’t you think? It’s not only sexy and passionate but also nurturing.”

“I won’t ever let go of you."

“In fact, I’m going to marry you some day.”

“I’m going to take this delicate hand of yours and put a ring on it. Not just a simple ring, no, the most beautiful and shiniest diamond I can find. One that’s so special that your friends’ jaws will drop at brunch. That kind of ring.”

“Because that’s what you deserve, baby.”

“You deserve to be taken care of. And spoiled. All the riches in the world belong to you as long as you’re with me, sweetie.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Will you make me the happiest man on the planet?”

“Say yes, baby.”

“Please, say yes.”

“Please?”

The way I was feeling down and this reminded me that I’m a sexy girlboss ☹️🫶🏼

Mr. Rockstar (J.J.K)

Preview: Your black sequined set hugged your body perfectly from what he could see, your appearance alone made his mouth water. If anyone was coming home with him, it would be you.

contains - rockstar!Jungkook, chubby reader, riding, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, mentions of alcohol, non established relationship MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count - 2.5k/ unedited

These shows usually went the same way, a dimly lit club with stuffy air and screaming girls. Jungkook loved the attention, what twenty something year old boy wouldn’t? They would always fawn over the dark sleeve of tattoos that lined his arm while he stood at the bar after his set, boys and girls alike. 

The lights beat down on Jungkook, the sweat dripping down his face as he sang into the mic. He couldn’t wait to get off stage, get a drink at the bar, and get back to the hotel. Maybe he would get lucky and take someone home, but based on how his night was already, he had his doubts. 

That was, until a black sparkle caught his eye. A smirk painted his face as his eyes traced over the person dancing in the front row. Your black sequined set hugged your body perfectly from what he could see, your appearance alone made his mouth water. If anyone was coming home with him, it would be you. 

Once his set ended, he stripped in the changing room, opting for a shirt that wasn’t drenched in his own sweat. He freshened up before leaving, going back out on the club floor to search for you. He spotted you at the bar, giggling with a friend with a drink in your hand. 

He stepped to an open spot next to you, flagging down the bartender with a kind smile. Your head turned to look at him and Jungkook could swear you took his breath away. 

“Could I buy you a drink?” He leaned down to ask in your ear. His breath tickled the sensitive skin, a shiver running down your spine. 

“Hm, usually I’ll play hard to get, but you’re cute, and I want another drink,” You giggled, placing your hand on his chest. “I’ll let you buy me a drink.” 

Jungkook smirked at you, watching as you told the bartender what you wanted, followed by him sliding his card into his hand. He turned back to you, admiring the outfit you had picked for the night. The way your arms fell at your sides, the soft skin slightly red from the rough plastic. He wanted to admire the outfit in better lighting, to watch how your curves moved as you slid off your pants, the supple skin that was gently hanging over the top of your pants being freed, the way your breasts would fall as you took off your top. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts as you giggled, moving slightly closer to him in the growing crowd. “So, Mr. Rockstar, did you buy me this drink out of the kindness in your heart or were you hoping for something more?” You spoke over the loud music that the DJ had started playing

“To be honest, I was hoping to get you out of that outfit tonight. As amazing as it is, I’d much rather see what you look like without it.” He chuckled and took a sip of his drink. 

You smiled up at him. “I might have to take you up on that offer, how about we dance a bit and then you can take me home?” You set your, now finished, drink down on the bar before grabbing Jungkook's hand to pull him to the dance floor. 

The two of you danced for a bit, which had turned into mostly sloppy grinding. The sloppy grinding turned into a hot kiss, and Jungkook had to hold himself back from taking you right there on the dance floor. 

“Let’s take this somewhere else,” He suggested, pulling you out of the dance floor and towards the double doors next to the stage. He smiled at security and pulled you through, to a much quieter area. 

Your tipsy giggles filled the space as Jungkook pulled you towards the back, collecting his personal belongings and texting his manager. As much as he wanted to fuck you backstage, the amount of cameras and people made him slightly anxious. 

He led you to a big van with blacked out windows. The driver continued to stare forward as the two of you stumbled in, taking a seat on the long bench in the back. 

“Hm… I know you’re hot but are you sure this isn’t a kidnapping?” You let out a nervous giggle as Jungkook brushed your hair out of the way to suck a mark on your neck. The cold metal of his lip ring against your skin made you jump slightly.  Your worries flew out of the window as he gently bit down on the skin and immediately soothed the area with a soft lick. The whimper that was torn from your throat was almost embarrassing. Almost. 

It didn’t take long to arrive at the hotel, a quick drive full of hot touches and messy giggling. Jungkook tugged you to his room, barely even looking as he scanned the keycard and pushed into the room. He grunted as he pulled away, flopping to sit on the edge of the plush bed in the center of the room. He spread his legs, the tight fabric of his jeans outlining the definition in his thighs and the bulge growing in his pants. You watched as the muscles in his arms rippled as he leaned back to rest on his hands. 

“Let me see the outfit,” He bit his lip, the piercing sat in his lip getting caught between his teeth. “Give me a twirl, baby girl.” 

You blushed, giving Jungkook a slow turn. His eyes scanned you, how the black fabric sat over your rolls, how the fabric sat tight against your skin. He eyed the stretch marks on the backs of your arms, wondering just where else you had them. Surely they lined your thighs and ass, maybe you even had some on your stomach. His mouth was watering at the thought, he couldn’t wait to feel them under his fingers, under his lips. 

“God,” He groaned, his hand moving to rub at his cock through his jeans. “I love it, but I wanna rip it off you.” 

You smiled at him, moving closer to straddle him. You moved his hand before sitting down, placing it on your ass as you took a seat. He got the message, gripping and rolling your hips forward as soon as you got settled. You ducked your head down, placing soft kisses to the skin of his neck. Soft whines flew from his throat, egging you on. 

You sighed against his throat as his hands unclasped the tight, corset-like material of your top. The material was starting to irritate your skin, leaving lines and slightly red areas where it was the tightest. Jungkook ran his fingers over the sensitive skin, gently teasing the area. He sat back, eyes lowering to admire your body. 

He let out a groan as his hands reached up, gently squeezing your breasts. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, causing your eyes to roll back for a second. He dipped down, taking one of the hardened buds into his mouth. He looked up at you, eyes hooded and pupils blown, while he gently played with your other boob. You whimpered and let your hands fall to his hair, brushing the long locks out of his eyes before gripping the strands at the crown of his head. 

His eyes fluttered closed as he let out a small hum, pulling away with a little pop to pay attention to your other breast. You gripped the locks harder, pulling him away when he began to rut up against you. His mouth fell open in a whimper and he bit his lip as you smirked at him. 

“Getting a little desperate, are we?” You teased lightly, wiggling a little on his lap. 

“Baby, I am going to fucking ruin you.” He growled. Your heart began to race as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back, now hovering over you. “Not so tough now, are you?” 

You hummed lightly and nodded. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, Mr. Rockstar.” You smirked up at him, letting out a little moan as you dragged your hands over the curves of your body. 

His hands moved down to your pants in record time, unbuttoning the material and pulling them down, exposing the soft flesh. Jungkook could feel himself growing impossibly harder, soaking a wet spot on the front of his underwear, at the sight. Your supple thighs, the gentle pudge of your belly, god he was weak. 

He dipped down, lips making contact with your stomach, kissing down, down, down. His tongue peeked out and gave teasing licks over the stretch marks on your tummy, humming as he pushed your thighs apart. Jungkook could feel his mouth watering as he stared at your skimpy underwear, the fabric soaked. 

“Well, these aren’t doing you any good, now are they?” He hooked a finger under the thin fabric and snapped the waist band. “Why don’t I get rid of them for you?” 

You gasped as he completely tore the fabric off your body and threw it, giving you no time to react before he dipped down and began feverishly licking at your pussy. A broken moan left your lips and you dug your hands into his hair. The heat of his tongue was just right, hitting every spot perfectly. 

You glanced down, catching a glimpse of his eyes. He was staring up at you, eyes dark and glossy. He moaned against you, digging his face deeper into you. His hands gripped your hips, fingertips digging into the skin. You whimpered as you pulled his hair and dropped your head into the pillows. Sin, he was pure sin. 

Jungkook continued to eat you out, tongue working absolute miracles on your clit. He was alternating between flicking the sensitive bud and sucking, bringing you close to the edge before switching, leaving just enough time in between to leave you wobbling a few steps back from orgasm. Two tattooed fingers made their way to your entrance, sinking in and immediately finding the spot that makes your vision go black. 

His tongue and fingers moved in time together, creating a beautiful symphony of wet sounds and moans. Your orgasm was quickly reapproaching, a fire was lit in your belly and there was no stopping it. 

“O-oh fuck- fuck,” You whimpered as your thighs began to shake, hand tightening in Jungkooks locks. You pulled him impossibly closer, thighs squeezing around his head as your orgasm took over. The warmth spread down to your toes, and through your body as you rode it out on his tongue and fingers, hips twitching in search of friction. 

Jungkook removed his fingers and quickly placed them in his mouth, cleaning any remaining traces of you from them, before ditching his pants. You watched in awe as his cock bounced, tip glistening with precum and ruby red. He wrapped his hand around it, head falling back to expose his perfect neck as he gave himself a few tugs. 

As soon as he crawled back onto the bed, you wasted no time in jumping on top of him. You needed him. You let out a loud groan in unison as you sunk down on him. His cock sat so perfectly inside of you, so warm and hitting every spot perfectly. 

You gave him no time to adjust, instead rocking your hips back and forth in a steady motion. Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers gripping the soft material of his t-shirt as you bounced on him. Whimpers sounded around the room, and you weren’t sure if they were from you or Jungkook. 

“Take it off,” You pulled at his shirt. “Please, get it off.” You balled the fabric up and began trying to tug it over his head. Jungkook assisted you, working feverishly to get the shirt off. Once the fabric was finally ditched, you couldn't help but admire the man beneath you. 

Colorful tattoos decorated his skin, leading to a broad and muscular chest, down to a set of chiseled abs. You groaned and leaned back slightly, gripping Jungkook's thighs as you rocked your hips faster, milking more noises from him. The muscles contracted under your fingers as he rocked up to meet your movements. 

Jungkook's hands trailed all over your body, touching and squeezing every inch of exposed skin that he could get his hands on. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.” He grunted out, fingers finding purchase on your hips, gripping the flesh. 

You whined in response, your rhythm beginning to slow as you grew tired. Your fingers found their way to his nipples, gently rolling the buds between your fingers. You couldn’t help but smirk at the shiver that snuck its way through his entire body as you played with the sensitive buds. 

“Come here,” Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You collapsed forward and caught him in a sloppy kiss. You gasped as he adjusted, placing his feet flat on the bed and began bucking his hips up into you at a fast pace. His hips made contact with your ass with every thrust, a loud smacking noise echoing throughout the room. 

You moaned into his mouth with every movement, your tongues sloppily meeting in the middle and caressing each other in the most sinful way. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, giving a slight nibble as you pulled away to catch your breath.

You were getting close again, the fire was burning low in your belly and beginning to spread down to your hips. Jungkooks pace was speeding up and getting sloppy, leading you to believe he was in the same boat. 

“Gonna, ah fuck-” He groaned. “Gonna fuckin’ fill you up so good.” He dug his nails into your back and wrapped his lips around your collarbone. He sucked a dark purple mark into the skin, giving it a quick bite before pulling off. His hips bucked into you at the perfect angle, stroking your walls just right. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” You whimpered, your hands gripping around to find something, anything, to hold on to. You tightened around Jungkook, your ears ringing and vision going black as you released. 

A moan ripped through Jungkook as he pressed up one final time, painting your walls with thick, hot, ropes. He gently pushed through both of your releases, hugging your body tight as you both took deep breaths and tried to come down. A thick coat of sweat covered both of you. 

You sat back up, his now softening cock still nestled deep in you, and ran a hand through your hair. You glance back down at Jungkook, who is resting beautifully against the plush hotel pillows. His cheeks are flushed, lips pink and swollen, and his eyes are closed. You allow yourself to bask in the moment, silence covering the hotel room. 

Jungkook breaks the silence first. “So, after our shower, you wanna grab some dinner?” He cracked an eye open to peak up at you. “My treat.” 

“Okay, Mr. Rockstar.” You giggled. “I’ll meet you in there,” 

Jungkook watched as you stood up and sauntered off towards the bathroom, hips swaying as you walked. He bit his lip as he watched, and couldn’t seem to get up fast enough when you turned around and beckoned him over. 

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cckwarming w s4n

(dom!roomatesan x roommate!reader)

cw with s@n

you didn’t want to bother him, but he’s been in his room for almost 4 hours, just hearing some occasional yelling and groaning. you knew San was busy playing games with a group of online friends he called “ateez”, but you wanted to hang out with him, and you felt quite lonely from the lack of attention. it was the weekend so earlier, you texted up some of your other friends in hope for someone to interact with, but they were busy. so your last resort was your friendly roommate that you adored, and harbored a small crush on.

san was your age and worked as a personal trainer at a gym down the street. you had walked past his gym once and you were greeted with defined muscles covered in a sheen of sweat. he had damp hair and his grey tank top was drenched, making the shirt cling to his chest and you could see his pectoral muscles and abs on full display. you couldn’t help the rise of heat to your cheeks and the drop of your jaw if you tried. never have you seen your roommate so in his element, so sweaty so… fuck you felt a familiar heat in your lower belly and you had run back to your apartment and taken a cold shower in the shared bathroom.

since then, you’ve been noticing all the small things that San does that somehow turns you into a flustered mess. when he lounges around in grey sweats and a plain white wifebeater, your thighs clench together. when he’s in the tiny-ass kitchen with you and has to move past you, so he respectfully places his hands on your waist so he can maneuver around you, your tummy explodes with butterflies. when he makes you your morning coffee and presses a kiss to your forehead before he goes to get ready, fucking niagara falls accompanied by butterflies.

san also has a very rough voice when he first wakes up. he’s also a cuddler, which you did not expect. so imagine your surprise when you heard his alarm blaring at 7 am one morning and he wouldn’t turn it off, so you walked into his room and nudged him awake, making him groan and pull you by your arm right on top of him. then he proceeded to pull you flush against him and he nuzzled his head into your neck, groaning “not yet.” it would be an understatement to say you were burning red and almost shaking with desire.

san has never hidden his affection with you, and you’re sure that if people saw you two together, they would think you’re lovers. so now, waiting for 4 hours for some roommate bonding time, you were getting frustrated and sad. you really wanted to hang out with someone, and that someone being a buff-nerdy-gamer/personal trainer-roommate. building up your courage, you sheepishly knocked on his door and waited to hear a response. after nothing but more callouts, you sighed and opened the door. to your surprise, San was basically naked. he wore only a pair of basketball shorts and socks with his slippers. his black hair was fluffy and messy under the headphones, and his full chest was on display, hard nipples exposed to you. you swallowed hard and walked closer, making San finally notice you. he took off one headphone, seeming a bit sheepish, and he covered his chest with his arms.

“oh, hey, was i being too loud?” he asked, giving you a smile that made your heart burst. while he was taking a small break from gaming, he grabbed his water bottle and tipped it back, his throat swallowing deeply. your eyes locked on his throat and you felt yourself turning red. realizing he had asked you a question and was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, you stammered out a response.

“oh, n-no you weren’t. it’s just, you’ve been here for a while and i wanted to hang out with you for a bit… but if you’re too busy…” you trailed off, watching him fiddle with the rings he had on his right hand. your eyes greedily observed all the veins on his hands and his well-taken-care-of nails. his fingers were so nice and long, and so pretty with all the veins that clenched when he grabbed things. you imagined what his neck would look like gripping your neck, teasing your folds, finally sliding into you and curling upwa-

“hello, sweetheart?” he called you out of your filthy thoughts, a sly smile on his face and an eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. “your face is awfully red, what were you thinking about, hmm?”

you blushed even harder and nervously laughed, uncomfortably noticing how your panties were clinging to you, “nothing really, sorry i should go.”

his eyes seemed to narrow and a dark look came over his face as he grabbed your wrist, “i asked you a question and i don’t really appreciate you lying to my face.” his complete change in demeanor made you shiver with excitement and you weakly tugged at your arm. he didn’t budge and he pulled you closer to him. now your knees were touching and you looked down at him a bit.

you struggled to respond in the close proximity and you found it a bit hard to breathe, “ ‘m sorry. i was distracted by your hands.”

you wanted to die, the embarrassment heating your skin and making the room feel like a sauna. he hummed in thought, eyes flickering to your lips and then back to stare into you.

“what do you want with my hands?” he asked, voice low. his hand that wasn’t gripping your wrist reached to cup your jaw, and you felt your knees weaken at the intimacy of it all.

suddenly, his hand wrapped around your throat and he applied the slightest bit of pressure, making you whimper and fall to your knees. the sound you made spurred San on and his dick twitched in his pants at the sight of you on your knees.

“please,” you begged, not really knowing what you were begging for. you clenched your thighs together, seeking just a big of friction and he chuckled. his hand still wrapped around your throat and the other now tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“please what?” he asked, almost whispering, and he leant in so close that his lips were centimeters from your own. your eyes flickered down to his soft looking lips and you never felt a stronger urge to kiss someone than you did now.

“please touch me, hold me, anything!” you cried, one hand grabbing onto his thigh. he tsked, letting go of you and sitting back against the chair.

“you interrupted my game and now you want me to spend more time entertaining you?” he chuckled, messing with his headphones.

you felt ashamed and humiliated, but somehow that just made more arousal seep into your underwear. the way he was looking at you with lidded eyes, and his disinterested expression… you craved him. trying to express your apologies and desire, you leaned forward on your knees and nuzzled your head into his crotch. you mouthed wetly at his slightly chubbed cock through his shorts and he inhaled sharply, hand gripping his arm rest.

“fuck, you want me so bad, huh baby?” he laughed breathily and one hand gently raked through your hair. you just whined and mouthed at him again, wanting to express how much you wanted him. suddenly, his gentle caresses changed and he grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled you, making your head snap up with a cry.

“my teammates are going to wonder where i went. i can’t let them down,” he said to you, sounding condescending and evil. you couldn’t help the flutter of your eyelids, and San laughed in shock.

“if you want me so badly, you can sit on me, princess,” he said, pulling you all the way upright onto your feet and then gesturing to his lap. you could see his hard outline sitting heavy in his lap through his damp shorts and you wanted it. you wanted him filling you up, pressing against your walls and all the nerves inside of you. you wanted him to twitch inside and fill you up with his hot release.

eagerly, you nodded and went to remove your panties from under your skirt. San’s eyes widened for a spilt second before it changed back into his nonchalant face. he leaned back into his chair and before you could step closer, he stopped you.

“you’re sure you want this? i’m going to be in you, love, and i truly want this. do you?” he asked, a bit of insecurity seeping into his voice. your heart stuttered in your chest at his consideration and you craved him even more. even though San was showing off a new exciting side, he was still your kind and loving roommate and your friend in the end.

you nodded and San cocked his brow. realizing he wanted verbal consent, you verbally agreed and he smiled with his cute dimple before he schooled his expression and motioned for you to come closer. he had you turn around so your back would be flush to his bare chest. he lifted his hips a bit and slid his shorts down a bit, pulling his cock out. he then pulled you down, so his cock rested against your folds. you ground gently a few times against him, addicted to the sounds that he made, and his cockhead caught on your entrance a few times. and then he finally slid into you. it felt a little painful from the stretch, but you were wet enough to make the slide easy. as soon as he bottomed out, you keened at how full you felt. he was thick enough to stretch you out and long enough to hit all the right places inside you. he kissed your neck, arms wrapped around your waist, and he whispered, “you doing okay? feels good?”

you moaned in response, wiggling around a bit before you tried to move. one arm wrapped tight around your waist and the other reached to hold your throat.

“i’m pretty comfortable right now,” San smirked and pulled you flush against him, making it impossible to move.

“s-san, what?” you whined, wanting to feel his cock catching on your walls and drilling into you.

“shh. sit still while i finish my round,” he bit your neck playfully while he unwrapped his arm from your waist and adjusted his headphones back on.

then he turned his mic back on and continued playing as if he wasn’t inside of you. you sat in shock but leaned back against his chest to stay comfortable. everytime he got too loud, you accidentally clenched around him, making him squeeze your neck and groan a bit.

“yo, san bro, you good over there?” a voice that was labeled Yunho in the chat called out.

he just squeezed your neck in a warning and your hips stilled (when did they start moving again?).

“all good, yunho. let’s counter-strafe,” he called out, clearing his throat. you whined softly when his hips bucked up into yours. san’s hand traveled from your neck to cover your mouth.

“shh baby, almost done and then i’ll fuck you for real. you can be good for me, right love?” he whispered, you clenched around him in response, making him curse and stumble in the game.

“clearly you can’t,” san grunted, trying to recover in the game. “don’t worry, baby. you’ll get what you deserve.”

BE MY DADDY.

your best friend invites you to her home for the summer. you take a liking to the air conditioner and pool... and her father.

# college student reader x dilf jungkook

# dilf au, best friends dad, smut, age gap [20 + 41]

# 5.9k words

# smut, oral [ m + f receiving ], unprotected sex OOP, use of toys (vibrator), rough missionary, dirty talk, one use of the word daddy but no actual daddy kink despite the title of the fic (sorry), jungkook got a BIG DICK, lots of sexual tension + flirting, they ALMOST get caught, jungkook hurts ocs feelings (they make up dont worry), excessive use of the word baby (my weakness sorry), heeseung and jake from enha mentions BAHAHA, oc being a bad friend towards jiyeon the whole fic

finally its here! apologies for the delay and such a long wait, had to deal with some stuff before i put this out. cant wait to share this with you all, hope you enjoy it as much as i did. this fic is apart of my older series, check out the masterlist if you'd like! also feel free to send me a kofi as further support. ah i'll shut up now, enjoy!

OLDER MASTERLIST 𝜗𝜚 KO-FI

The summer heat was atrocious.

The temperature was so high you were sure the bottom of your shoes were melting and sticking to the concrete beneath your feet. Maybe if you left a pan on the ground and cracked an egg on it, it would cook.

You make due with what you have, fanning yourself with your hand. Throat so dry you couldn’t even form saliva to moisturize your tongue. You weren’t much of a sweater even after your toughest workouts, yet here you were actually dripping.

Your hair began to stick to the back of your neck, overstimulating your senses. You pulled it into a makeshift ponytail in your fist.

“Fucking hell, please tell me you have air conditioning!”

“Of course I do!” Jiyeon exclaims, struggling to stick the key in the lock. “I actually made sure to tell my dad to turn it on before we came. I know you already!”

You exhale, slightly relieved. However, if Jiyeon took a second longer to turn the damn key and open the door, you were so close to kicking her in the knee and doing it yourself.

“Hurry the fuck up, Jiyeon.”

“I got it!”

And just like that, the cool breeze from the inside of the house immediately touches your skin as she opens the door. You push past Jiyeon, stepping inside. The heat just too unbearable to stand outside for a second longer.

Just then, a man sits before you on the couch. A book held open by both hands, glasses resting on his nose. He looks up like a deer caught in headlights.

Jiyeon didn’t tell you she had a brother?

“Hi dad!” Jiyeon greets, setting her bag down on a nearby table.

“Hi honey,” He says, setting the book down on the coffee table and standing up, walking towards you two. “How was the drive?”

No. Fucking. Way.

Mr. Jeon was hot. A whole arm covered in tattoos. Piercings adorning his brow, lips, ears. Like a character straight out of a book. The epitome of dilf. Did he have Jiyeon when he was ten years old?

“It was alright,” She shrugs. “Fucking starving.”

“Hey, watch your language.” He says in a stern tone. Jiyeon only rolls her eyes. Hell, she was damn near twenty-one but dads will be dads. “I was going to get started on dinner in a few. Pizza from scratch tonight.”

“Yes, my favorite!” She exclaims. “Oh, by the way this is our new roomie.”

You introduce yourself, “Thank you for letting me stay here, Mr. Jeon. I can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s no problem, any friend of Jiyeons is a friend of mine.” He says. “Oh and please, call me Jungkook. Mr. Jeon is too formal.”

You chuckle.

“Alright well,” Jiyeon announces, making her presence known. “Dad, can you show her to her room? I gotta lay down.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Jiyeon grabs her bags and luggage before heading down the hall to her room.

Jungkook grabs your bags, heading to the stairs. You follow not too far behind him, “The guest bedroom is upstairs along with mine, Jiyeon insisted on the bedroom downstairs for privacy reasons — you know her.”

“Sounds just like Jiyeon.” You chuckle.

Just then, he leads you into an empty bedroom. All white, nothing but a bed, a nightstand, and a lamp in the middle of the room.

“Also we’ll have to share the bathroom. However, if you are uncomfortable with that, I can use Jiyeon’s downstairs.”

“No, it’s fine really. Thank you again, Mr. Jeon. Home hasn’t really felt like home in a while.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” He says, dismissing the fact that you still continued to call him Mr. Jeon. He sets your luggage down on the ground in one spot of the room. “I hope you’ll feel more welcome and comfortable here.”

You only smile, appreciating his generosity.

“So,” He clears his throat, “This room okay for you?”

“Perfect. Just one question. What if I wanted more privacy, sir?” You ask, tilting your head. He looks at you, brows knitted. “I can be a bit loud and I don’t think you’d want to hear me.”

His eyes narrow, arms coming up to cross in front of his chest, “Well if you’re gonna be under my roof, I sure hope you can learn how to keep it down.”

You smirk. “Whatever you want, Mr. Jeon.”

“I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you, aren’t I?”

“Oh, I hope you will.” You flirt.

He clears his throat, “Behave. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

He exits the room. You quietly chuckle to yourself.

This summer was going to be fun.

After unpacking and getting things tidy, you went downstairs.

Classical music echoed throughout the house, playing from the record player set on the cabinet table. The scent of a homemade meal invading your nose. The folding doors to the backyard were open, Jungkook insisted on letting in some fresh air whenever he turned on the stove. Jiyeon was in the pool, the sounds of water splashing around with every movement she took.

You walk towards the kitchen island, watching Jungkook’s back. He was at the stove, mixing the spoon around in the pot above the stove. An apron wrapped around his tiny waist. Always so clean and organized. This was like every woman’s wet dream.

“Anything I can help with?”

He whips his head around, softening when he realizes it’s just you.

“Yeah, actually. Try this.”

He walks towards you, holding out the spoon for you to take in your mouth. You comply, letting him push the metal onto your tongue. Your lips wrap around the warm metal, eyes remaining on his. The flavorful sauce touches your taste buds, inducing a very unnecessary dramatic moan from you. You really just liked fucking with him. 

“So good.”

He rolls his eyes, yet a smirk is displayed on his lips. “Get over here and make yourself useful.”

You were never one to obey so easily, usually liking control and power. But you couldn't help but be so obedient when it came to Jungkook. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so much older than you. After all, you were always taught to respect your elders.

Turns out Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said he was making pizza from scratch. He set out the dough he premade in front of you, flouring it up. He then hands you the wooden roller, “Flatten the dough. Don’t forget to flour up the roller though so it doesn’t stick.”

You do as told. Again, very out of character for you, but you don’t seem to hate it when it comes to him.

“Like this?” You ask.

“Just like that.”

The tone of his voice. The way he was praising you for something so simple. Shivers were sent down your spine. Hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

“Here let me help you.” He says.

Next thing you know his hands are on yours, giving you extra strength to move the dough around. His chest was to your back, and you could feel his breath blow against the shell of your ear.

You stiffen up, completely taken aback. A gasp threatens to release from your throat, and it takes everything within you to hold it back.

He smells nice. Like a natural perfume, nothing too strong. Perhaps he was sensitive to scent. Smelt like clean laundry. You liked the smell of clean clothes as well.

His hands were nice. Veins were protruding with every movement. What would they look like around your throat? Pause. They were cold. It’s alright though, they complimented your warm ones. His fingers were quite long. What would they feel like inside of you? Shut up! Ink kissed his knuckles. His hands were on yours, guiding you with the roller. So big… you were talking about his hands, of course.

“Yeah, just keep doing that,” He whispers softly. Almost too softly. In a sensual manner even.

Oh he knew what the fuck he was doing.

Nervously, you check on Jiyeon to see if she saw what just happened. Luckily for you, she was in her own world swimming away.

This was inappropriate.

You wanted this badly though. Craved it. Wanted him closer. Wanted him to touch you elsewhere.

He then pulls away, your body immediately getting colder. However, you shakily let out that breath you'd been holding in. Despite your obvious flustering, you continued to roll the roller against the dough at the pace he had guided you through.

“Perfect,” He says, “Now you can add your toppings and we can put it in the oven.”

“What if Jiyeon doesn’t like it?”

“Well,” He exhales, “Then Jiyeon’s just going to have to deal with it.”

You chuckle.

The next few days were a bore.

Jungkook was trapped in his office these days handling work business, so you didn’t really see him often. You and Jiyeon had been having Harry Potter marathons in the living room, the only time you really saw him was when he came out to get a drink.

So yeah, things weren’t really exciting lately.

Jiyeon was out for the night with her boyfriend Heeseung – meaning you and Jungkook had the house all to yourselves. Now, this should be fun.

The air conditioning inside was nice, but you still hadn’t got a try at the pool during your stay. The temperature was at a whopping 103° – a swim at the pool was perfect for a hot day like this. You looked out the window at the mouth-watering sight. Oh, not the pool… you were talking about Mr. Jeon.

He was lying on one of the outdoor chairs by the pool, body sheening in a layer of sweat. Not a single shirt was in sight, but it’s not like you were complaining. He was all muscle. Sure the pool looked nice, but you wanted a taste of him more.

You quickly changed and headed down. Maybe this bikini set was a bit much, especially since you weren’t at the comfort of your own home to wear whatever you wanted. But it was all you had brought with you! Surely Jungkook wouldn’t mind, right?

Purposely, you sit on the chair right beside Jungkooks. He looks up at you from behind his sunglasses. You set your towel on the chair, sitting down and squirting some sunscreen onto your palm, lathering the oily substance on your arms and legs. 

You hand him the sunscreen, “Can you get my back please? I can’t reach.”

“Reach harder.” He says, monotonously.

“Oh come on, Jungkook.” You whine. “Don’t want me getting sunburnt now, do you?”

He exhales, swatting the bottle from you. He motions for you to turn around. You lie on your stomach, sticking your ass out just slightly.

He never wanted to spank someone so badly.

He squirts some of the sunscreen on his palm, lathering it on the middle of your back. He starts to rub it in before you say, “Untie my top, it’ll be easier.”

Oh yeah, he wanted to destroy you. Make you cry and beg him to stop. He cleared his throat and nonetheless obeyed, pulling the string and releasing it from the bow it was tied in.

It’s when you pull the bikini top from under your chest and throw it on the ground beside you, he closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip to keep his composure.

You knew this was wrong. But resistance wasn’t your best forte. And how were you supposed to resist him when he looked this good at the ripe age of forty-one. Besides, the forbiddenness of it all only had you wanting more.

His hand slowly massages the cream into your back, hands roaming your bare skin, squeezing your waist. It feels so good, so soothing. Your waist fits perfectly in his hands like a missing piece to a puzzle. Just right. Just perfect.

"Mr Jeon?"

He says your name back through gritted teeth.

“I want to repay you. You know, for letting me stay here.”

“And how would you like to do that?”

“I might have a few things in mind.”

There were so many things morally wrong about this. Despite the huge age gap, Jungkook was also your best friend's father. According to girl code, he was family which made him immediately off limits. 

He didn’t see this in a weird way. His attraction for someone so young. Especially someone the same age as his own daughter. It was because he didn’t see you as someone so young. Didn’t like you because you were as young as you are. Didn’t see you the way he sees his daughter. Doesn't even see you as a kid like most men would their children’s friends. Just saw you as a beautiful woman. Which of you were.

He did see the problem in his daughter's eyes though. Knew it would be weird for him to be hooking up with someone her age. Wouldn't see you – her own best friend – the same way had she ever found out.

And of course Jungkook thought about the consequences. Hell, he’d give her a huge talking if she ever brought home a guy the same age as him. Yet here he was getting physical with you.

But Jungkook was such a guy. You come out here flirting with him in a skimpy little bikini and then you strip your top off. How could he refuse you when you just looked so pretty?

“Oh yeah.” He moans, throwing his head back onto the couch.

Although having sex outside was never something you opposed, in fact one of your biggest turn-ons actually – the ground was just too hot for you to kneel on. Thank God Jiyeon wasn’t home – otherwise if she walked into the living room she’d see you giving her father brain.

You look up at him as you lick around his tip. He picks his head back up, looking down at you. Eyebrows knitted. Mouth gaped open. Your lips around his most sensitive part. You pull back, letting a string of spit fall from your lips. Get him all nice and wet. A hand goes to stroke his cock, spreading the saliva all over him. He thinks you’re going to take him in your mouth, but you do something that completely catches him off guard.

You take one of his balls in your mouth, tongue running all over it.

“Oh fuck yeah,” He grunts, “Just like that.”

You hum in response before letting go with a pop, hand remaining around his cock.

“You like that?” You ask seductively.

“Mhm,” He hums, “Fuckin’ love it, baby. Keep going for me, yeah?”

Already so obedient. Compliant. It doesn’t help that he just called you baby either. You go back down, taking his other ball in your mouth, repeating the same steps.

He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the urge to moan and whine pathetically. Almost does when you sink your mouth onto his cock. Try to take him as far as you can. Jungkook was huge, bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken. Probably the biggest you’ll ever take, actually. Not unexpected but still surprising.

He looks down at you. Thinks you’re so pretty. Eyes all doe like when you look up at him. Half of his cock stuffed in your small mouth – it’s just too big for you. A hand closed around the rest that you can’t fit into your mouth, stroking slowly.

You’re making him feel so good, hasn’t felt like this in a while. Doesn’t do hookups. Hasn’t fucked his ex-wife since he divorced her a year and a half ago. Has been fucking his own fist since then. Wasn’t as satisfying as your warm, wet mouth.

His tip hits the back of your throat. Gets him finally letting out his whines. Grabs your hair and holds it into a makeshift ponytail. Pushes your head down, sinking your throat into his cock more and more. Suddenly takes control. Lifts his hips off the couch slightly. Hits the back of your throat repeatedly. Your hand that was once stroking him now rests on his thigh. Just in case.

“Oh my God,” He groans, “Best fuckin’ mouth in the world.”

Lacking a good orgasm in so long, he’s close. Is going to blow his load seconds from now. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Hands fall from your hair. He turns weak. Grips onto the edge of the couch.

“G- gonna,” He whimpers. “Fuck, can I cum in your mouth?”

You nod, his cock still stuffed in your mouth.

A smirk grows on his lips, “Letting me use your mouth. Good fucking girl.”

Thighs push together, trying to relieve the aching as much as you can. You’re drenched, no doubt.

He gets all shaky. Fist grips the couch harder. Throws his head back all the way. Your hand lifts from his thigh, going back to stroking his cock. You milk him of his cum. Hot white ropes of the fluid spurting from his tip, shooting into your mouth.

“Yeah that’s it.” He husks. “Take it all. All of it, baby. So fuckin’ good for me.”

And like the good girl you are, you swallow it. All of it.

You pull off, wiping all the saliva from your mouth. Coming down from his high, he sinks into the couch. Chest heaves up and down. Heavy pants fill the room.

He’s so pretty. Skin glistening with sweat. Cheeks slightly flushed. God, you could say it all day. He’s so pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

You reach forward, leaving soft kisses against his neck.

He pulls away, pushing you off him gently.

You look at him, confused. “What’s wrong?”

He pulls up his swim trunks puddled around his ankles. “T- this was a mistake. We shouldn’t have done this.”

You chuckle in disbelief. “You’re messing with me.”

“No, I’m not. What would Jiyeon think of me if she ever found out, huh? What would she think of you?”

“Why does this have to be about Jiyeon? What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

He exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why are you fighting this?” You ask. “You and I both want it, so I don’t see the problem in it. We don’t have to tell Jiyeon. She doesn’t have to figure it out.”

He says your name through gritted teeth. It’s different – seeing him so serious. 

“This isn’t happening again. I’m sorry, but it was a mistake.”

You only scoff before getting up from the couch and trudging up the stairs. Jungkook just looks at the ground, immense guilt running through his veins. He exhales to himself once he hears the loud slam of your bedroom door.

It’s only been a day since that incident, and Jungkook was nowhere to be found.

Truth be told, he just knew when and when not to leave his room. He didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for you. After all, who really likes confrontation?

He’d been spending most of his time in his home office the past two days, telling Jiyeon he was drowning in work business. She understood, didn’t question things like she usually would. This was a normal occurrence, her dad was somewhat of a workaholic.

He hears a knock on his office door.

He thinks it could be you.

“Dad?”

It isn’t. Of course it isn’t. Seriously, what was he expecting?

“Come in.” He says, loud enough for Jiyeon to hear through the door.

She opens the door, peeking her head through the crack.

“We’re going out. Just letting you know.”

We’re as in you and her.

“With who?” He asks. Doesn’t mean to be so nosey. Just wants to make sure his daughter will be safe. And you.

“Heeseung.” She says.

He lets his protective guard down. Trusts his daughter's boyfriend. Has met the boy plenty of times to determine that he’s a trustworthy, good kid.

“And his friend.”

“What?”

With another boy?

“Just a little double date situation. Hoping him and her will hit it off so she doesn’t feel like a third wheel with me and Heeseung all the time.”

“What’s his name?”

Jiyeons brow cocks, grows slightly confused as to why he cares so much. Nonetheless, tells him.

“His name is Jake.”

Jake.

“Just… just be careful.” He brushes her off, not trying to make things more obvious. “Both of you. Watch after each other.”

“Jesus dad,” She chuckles, “We’re going to the arcade not the club.”

“Still.” He says. “Have fun. Love you.”

“Love you too.” She says before shutting the door.

Now Jungkook hadn’t meant to get so demanding. Truthfully, he didn’t even know why he did that. He felt… jealous? Possessive?

He didn’t want to. Knew the only reason why you were going out to see other guys was because he denied you. Feels regretful. Thinks about how pretty you looked between his legs that day. How good your mouth felt.

Fuck.

He had no right to feel this way. He denied you. Could've had you right now had he not done that.

But then again, did what was morally right. Shouldn’t have even let you suck him off. Couldn’t help it when you came out wearing that little swim suit of yours though.

Thinks about you again.

Tent in his pants grows. Cock aches. Needs to be released.

Can’t do it. Feels so wrong.

Suffices on a cold shower. Heads to the bathroom.

The water is freezing. No sane person would actually shower in water this cold. Jungkook takes it though. Thinks he deserves this as a punishment for how he treated you. 

Quite literally led you on then rejected you as if all the blame was on you. God, he's such a dick.

Stands underneath the cold water for minutes. Minutes turn into hours. It’s quite dark outside by the time he comes out of the bathroom.

Runs into you.

You.

Realizes he’s only got a towel wrapped around to keep him decent. Oh fuck it, it’s not like you haven’t seen anything beyond it before.

The silence was deafening. Could hear a pin if it dropped on the floor. Could hear a cricket from a mile away even. It’s unbearable. Awkward.

He has to break it. Wants to talk to you. Misses you.

“Hi.” He settles for.

“Hi.” You say back, corners of your lips lifting into a smile.

“You’re back quite early, no?”

“Yeah, I just…” You ponder off. “Not really in a going out mood if I’m being honest.”

He nods. Looks down at his feet. Gulps down the lump in his throat. Thinks carefully about if he really wants to say what he wants to say. Hesitates. Goes for it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook,” You sigh, “Don’t.”

“No, I need to say it again. I know what I did was wrong, I know. But… Jiyeon's my daughter. You’re the same age as my daughter. It’s all so wrong.” 

“Look, I really don’t want to have this conver-“

“But what Jiyeon doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?”

This catches you off guard. You stare at him in disbelief. Think for a second that maybe you heard him wrong. Realize you heard him absolutely right when he walks up to you and brings you into a heated kiss.

Palm laid flat on his chest, you push him back. So badly want to kiss him like it’s your last breath on Earth.

“Tell me you won’t regret this after. Tell me you mean it this time.”

“I won’t regret it. I want you. I mean it.”

And so you grab his face, kissing him just like you’ve longed to. He grabs the back of your thighs, holding you up. Lets the towel fall from his waist. Carries you to your room.

“Jiyeon tried to hook me up with this guy.” You say between kisses.

“Yeah?” He husks. “You like him?”

You shake your head. “Couldn’t even look at him. All I could think about was you and your cock. Why do you think I came home so early?”

“That’s my girl.”

He lays you down on the bed, quickly getting on top of you to reconnect your lips. Decides that they’re the softest thing he’s ever touched. Never wants to stop kissing you.

Hands in his silky, raven hair. They wander off, sliding down. Grabs his cock gently, starts stroking it a little. He jolts, letting out a soft moan.

“Gonna kill me, baby.” Will never get over the way he calls you baby. Has your face heating up. “Wanna fuck you so bad. Been thinking about it all day. Gonna let me fuck you, huh?”

You nod your head, bottom lip getting caught between your teeth.

He has you undressed in seconds, leaving you in nothing but your matching red set. Gets him wondering if you were planning on getting fucked tonight. You weren’t. He just got lucky.

He unclasps your bra with one hand beneath your back, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere around the room. Breasts on full display for him, nipples perking up when the slight breeze hits. Immediately leans down and latches himself against one. 

Kisses the side of your breast before those kisses head south. Gets to your pubic bone. Carefully looks up at you before he presses one last kiss there. Has you spreading your legs for him even more. Sticks his tongue out before he licks a clean strip of your clit. Has you already closing your legs in. He grabs your thighs and pushes your legs all the way open. Licks the tiny muscle again. This time, latches onto it. Moans as he sucks on it. Gets you throwing your head back, letting out a shaky moan.

You can feel the cool metal of his piercings. Sends shivers down your spine. The guys you ever fucked weren’t really keen on going down on a woman because they weren’t really men. Jungkook however is going down on you, has his lip pierced, and he’s eating it good? Triple fucking threat. A real man.

Your fingers find their way in his raven strands of hair, yanking quite hard. He doesn’t mind it though, likes the pain a little if anything. Your head is thrown back into the pillows as he goes to town on your clit. The sensation is intense. Has your whole body writhing in pleasure. You’ve never felt anything like it before. Jungkook doesn’t say anything though, just lets you withstand the pleasure. You’re moving a lot. It’s okay though, he can handle it. Just wants you to feel good.

“Oh my God,” You say breathily, “I feel so good, Koo.”

“Yeah baby?” He husks before immediately reattaching his lips to your clit. Doesn’t want to rip the pleasure from you. Thinks you deserve it so much.

You hum in response, “So fuckin’ good. Wan’ your cock more though.”

Ain’t gotta tell him twice.

He has your panties off in seconds. Jungkook loved doggy. Has you spread out in front of him though. Wants to see your beautiful face as he fucks you.

He grabs the base of his cock, slapping your clit with his tip. Gets him chuckling when you whine. Finally, lines himself up against your entrance. He sinks in slowly. You both let out a gasp. The slight burn of his cock stretching you open. The warm, wet tightness of your pussy around his cock. It’s quite ironic. How wrong this is, yet how right it feels.

“Let me know when to move, baby.” He rasps.

He shuts his eyes, trying to keep his composure. Hasn’t stuffed his cock in some pussy in so long. So badly wants to pound into you as hard as he’d like. Doesn’t want to hurt you though. Wants you to feel as good as he does. Once you give him the green light that he can move, he pulls out just to push back in just as slow. 

He warmed you up well, the stretch and burn subsiding quite quick. So, you can’t help it when you say, “Faster, please.”

He obliges, effortlessly fastening his pace. He bends his upper body down, hovering above you. Wants to kiss you. So he does. You can’t help but get your hands tangled in his hair. It’s so soft.

You’re already wet. So wet. Yet when he pulls himself off of you, he bends his neck to spit.

So lewd. Dirty. Filthy. Just how you liked it.

Gets things all slippery. Has him sliding in and out of you much easier. Feels so fucking good.

“Oh my God,” You moan, “Jungkook…”

“No, not Jungkook.” He says. “Who am I, baby? What’s my name?”

Confused, “Daddy?”

He slaps your thigh harshly, leaving a red mark. You mewl, holding onto his hand as he rubs your stinging skin. 

“Try again.”

“Mr. Jeon?”

“Yeah,” He groans, “That’s right, baby.”

Gets him all weak whenever you say that. Usually hates it at work, loves it slipping from your tongue.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, Mr. Jeon.” You moan.

His thrusts are vicious. Has the bed hitting the wall. You can tell he’s reaching for your pleasure rather than your own. You’ve never had anyone like that before. A real man.

All pleasure is replaced with fear when a knock fills the room.

Has you and Jungkook frozen in your positions. You and him stare at each other like two deers caught in headlights.

A soft, feminine voice calls your name from behind the door.

Jiyeon.

“Have you seen my dad?”

You look at Jungkook wondering what to say. He doesn’t help, only pulls his wet cock out of your sopping pussy and pushes himself back in. Fucking asshole.

You try to control your voice. Still it comes out a bit shaky, “N- no I haven’t. Have you checked his bedroom?”

“Yeah, he’s not there!” She responds.

Jungkook chuckles quietly when you throw your head back, covering your mouth with your palm. Still doesn’t stop his movements though, only increases the pace.

You don’t reply to Jiyeon, only hope that she’ll take the hint and piss off.

She doesn’t.

Only realizes your silence. Gets her ear closer to the door. Hears your heavy breathing.

“What’re you doing?” She asks. Her lips lift into a smirk behind the door. And although you can’t see it, you can hear it when she says, “Are you masturbating?”

Not wanting to get caught – and wanting her to fucking leave, “Yes! Can you fuck off now!”

“Okay, okay!” She surrenders. “Just make sure you wash Kirby when you’re done with him!”

Jungkook lets out an amused laugh once she’s gone. You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“Kirby, huh?” He asks, smirk on his face. “Can I see?”

Obedience got the best of you when it came to him. You got up from the bed, getting the pink vibrator from your duffel bag.

He whistles, “Dirty girl.”

You only giggle, getting back into bed with him. He gets you under him again, taking the toy from you.

“You named your vibrator?” He teases.

“It reminded me of him!” You whine.

He chuckles, endeared. Pecks the tip of your nose. “Open up, baby.”

You open your mouth, not expecting him to enter the vibrator into your mouth. Catches you off guard, but you like it. He sinks it further into your mouth. Your eyes on him. His are on your pretty lips wrapped around the toy.

He pulls it out of your mouth. Has it all nice and wet now. Reaches it down. Teases your clit with it. Has you mewling. Then he does something lewd. He sticks the toy inside your pussy, fucking you with it. His own, real cock right there. Still, fucks you with the toy.

Shoves it in and out of you at a rapid pace. Is watching it up close. Watches your pussy cream around it, forming a white ring of your cum around it. Has a gushing sound filling the room because you’re just so fucking wet. Watches your essence drip all the way from your hole down to your ass onto the sheets. He’ll have to wash them tomorrow.

He wants this to be his cock instead. He pulls the toy out of you, throwing it on the bed next to you before quickly replacing it with his own cock. Emits a surprised moan out of you.

He begins to piston his cock in and out of you. Has you moaning out loud, covers your mouth with his hand. Jiyeon was home after all.

“Taking me so fuckin’ well. Pussy feels so good. Never wanna get out of it.” He grunts.

Your whole body bounces up and down at the force of his thrusts. You hold onto his muscly arm for support. You’re drenched in sweat. Some strands of hair sticking to your forehead. A sheen layer of sweat coating your body. You hated proximity when you were sweating. Felt gross and dirty. Somehow wanted Jungkook even closer than he already was though. 

“Who’s pussy is this, huh?” He husks. “Who does it belong to? Is it mine?”

You nod rapidly, not having the ability to speak. His big palm covering your mouth. You too immersed in pleasure. It’s all too much. Gets even more intense when he reaches for the vibrator next to you, turning on the on switch.

“That’s right. My pussy.”

You writhe underneath him when he puts the vibrator against your clit. The sensation and pleasure only doubling. You’re feeling two things at once. It’s inevitable that you’ll be at your release soon.

A cry leaves your lips. However, it only comes out muffled. Tears start cascading down your face, the pleasure just too much for you to handle.

“I know, baby.” Jungkook coos. “I know. Be a good girl and cum with me, yeah?”

You hum in response.

Jungkook thrusts a few more times before he gives you the green light.

And then you’re seeing stars. A euphoric pleasure runs throughout your body like electricity as the knot in your tummy breaks. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Had never came so hard in your life. Are positive only Jungkook can get you coming undone like this. Were too immersed in your own pleasure you hadn’t even felt his hot ropes of cum shooting into you.

He finally removes his palm from your mouth. Heavy pants fill the room as you both come down from your highs. He turns the vibrator off, throwing it beside you once again. Collapses on top of you tiredly. Your hands find their way into his hair as they always do. Like they belong there. Like they’re at home.

He leaves the room later in the night. At a crazy hour where he’s positive Jiyeon would be asleep at.

This repeats the rest of the summer; you and Jungkook sneaking into each other's rooms and out later in the night. And whenever Jiyeon left the house for the day you and Jungkook were at it carelessly, not having to worry about her.

And maybe you did have some anxious thoughts about what if she finds out. Yet it all seemed to go away so easily when her father walked into your room.

What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right?

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