Will Yall Be Mad At Me If I Told You I Started Writing A New Series And It Definitely Isnt Venom And

will yall be mad at me if I told you I started writing a new series and it definitely isn’t venom and maybe i’m too invested in this one to stop and might write the whole thing today and tomorrow? hehe 

hate me (m) | jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ hate me. (m) one-shot. ✎  [7k words]

genre: collegel!au, e2l!au. fuckboy!jk. pwp.

warnings: smut. and i mean s m u t. this is purely porn. filthy, dirty and very, very explicit porn. fuckboy jk should be a warning, dirty talk, slightly choking, oral (f and m receiving) fingering, multiple orgasms, spitting, slapping (and i mean c**chie slapping too), degradation, dumbification, drooling, throat fucking, forced orgasm, big boy jk should also be a warning, crying.  You really do hate Jeon Jungkook. You hate everything about him. From his strong veiny arms to his obnoxiously pretty face.   masterlist n/a: looks at the word count, I’m sorry. have fun? if there are any mistakes in this, please let me know <3 also, surprise I guess, just a little something to pass the time while I go back to writing the important stuff. 

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Hello there beautiful readers, I know I’ve been gone for a little, turns out writer has Covid and well, I have been really tired the past ten days and before that I was working like crazy! I am ok tho! No need to worry, I have very low symptoms and am almost 100% recovered. I was working on some oneshorts and wanted to know if you guys have any members that you want to see me write for? <3 miss you all dearly. 

Ma’am hand it over 😌🤚 Idc whatever fic it is, if YOU are invested then it’s gonna be real spicy 😏

Dammit, I started writing yesterday and when I saw, I had 3k words for like the introduction and was cursing myself because I can’t seem to be able to write small fics even one shots, and this one was intended to be a one shot, now I might turn it into a series. Snorts. So it might take a while for me to post. But ugh, I already love it and love the details and the universe! Can’t wait to show you all. 

hate me (m) | jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ hate me. (m) one-shot. ✎  [7k words]

genre: collegel!au, e2l!au. fuckboy!jk. pwp.

warnings: smut. and i mean s m u t. this is purely porn. filthy, dirty and very, very explicit porn. fuckboy jk should be a warning, dirty talk, slightly choking, oral (f and m receiving) fingering, multiple orgasms, spitting, slapping (and i mean c**chie slapping too), degradation, dumbification, drooling, throat fucking, forced orgasm, big boy jk should also be a warning, crying.  You really do hate Jeon Jungkook. You hate everything about him. From his strong veiny arms to his obnoxiously pretty face.   This is heavily unedited.  masterlist n/a: looks at the word count, I’m sorry. have fun? if there are any mistakes in this, please let me know <3 also, surprise I guess, just a little something to pass the time while I go back to writing the important stuff. 

There he was. In that large oversized gray shirt that covered much of his arm, revealing the rest of those veiny, muscular arms and hands, adorned with chain bracelets, so many rings, and the tattoos. Ugh. There he was in those fitted dark pants that hugged his thick muscular thighs and black sneakers with not a care in the world for fashion as everyone around him put so much effort into looking good. There he fucking was, with that pretty freaking face and sharp jaw, that perfect skin and those white pearly teeth, giving someone that lazy smile that everyone swooned over. He was so obnoxiously attractive it only added fuel to your inexplicable ― to some extent ― hatred towards him. God, you hated him. Hated how he lifted a brow and looked some girl down with eyes so dark and lustful that everyone felt intimidated. Hated how every single girl ― and guy ― at this stupid ass party probably wanted to sleep with him. Hated how his dark brown hair looked so healthy and shiny, bouncing fluffy atop his head. You hated how on top of that he was a freaking gentleman, always respecting a rejection ― although that never happened, ― always respecting when someone was taken. But there was one thing that Jeon Jungkook was other than stupidly hot, and everyone knew, and that was: a fuckboy. He had slept with almost every single one of your sorority sisters, so many of your fellow students, and almost every single girl in your small circle of close friends. He had a big reputation ― if you know what I mean ― since every single person who had slept with Jeon Jungkook never had one single thing to complain about when it came to how good he was in bed. The complaints usually stemmed from the obvious; people fell in love with his cock spell and Jungkook didn’t do dating. Too focused on his major to have time for a partner, but he sure had time for fooling around. Oh boy, did he. But it wasn’t the fact that you had to listen to the details of Jungkook’s private moments from every single friend you knew almost on a weekly basis that had your blood boiling. It was because you still remembered the day you had met him and how everything culminated from that moment forward only adding to the list of reasons you absolutely loathed him. You remembered how he was a little drunk at a party very much like this one when you met him, how he hadn’t taken his eyes off you the moment you had stepped into the house with your tight black dress, heavy boots, and looking to get laid. He had approached you only a few minutes after you downed a shot of something you knew you’d regret later, speaking those honey-laced words that had any girl keen. Speaking so low with that freaking smile that made it almost impossible to look away from his lips, reeling you in closer, closer, closer until you were both making out on the kitchen counter. One thing led to another, and you were in a room, you didn’t care who’s room you were in, all that mattered was that he was hot, you were horny and fuck was he a good kisser. You were ready to let this boy split you open and fuck you right there with no regard for a single thing, peeling layer after layer of clothing until suddenly a loud knock came at the door. Making you break away from the kiss, his lips still chasing yours, telling you it was fine to not worry. You went back to kissing his lips in the dark as his hands found the clasp of your bra, undoing it with such expertise it had you gasping, and right when it fell down your arms the knock got louder, making you cross your arms over your exposed breasts, not even giving him a chance to admire them as he looked at the door. “Occupied!” He screamed and before he turned back to you a loud deep voice came from the other side of the door. “This is the police! Open the door!” And his eyes were bulging. “Oh, shit!” Then it was him gathering his clothes in the dark as you watched, half-naked and desperate. He didn’t even give you the light of day as he forced the window open and left. It was only when the police finally barged the door open and turned on the lights you noticed he had taken your clothes along with him, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties and the heavy boots you had come with. It turned out someone was dealing at said party; the cops were called, the party was busted, and ever since that day you absolutely hated Jeon Jungkook. It didn’t help that he didn’t even remember you when you both saw each other for the second time, him not understanding why you were looking at him with a death glare, and when Taehyung, your friend in common explained, he laughed. A full-body laugh right in front of you. From that day forward it was a lifetime of bantering with him whenever you were in the same circle, him calling you “runaway princess” and you telling him to go fuck himself. The banter only got worse and worse, him giving you glances whenever he saw you across campus, at a party, at lectures, flirting with you and chatting you up again only to watch you flick him off and tell him to go chase after another sorority girl. Smirking when you rolled your eyes, cock blocking you when guys chatted you up at parties. For you, it felt like Jungkook loved that you hated him. He loved how you insulted him with not a care in the world when he pestered you. And the more you realized, the more you stopped giving him attention. But now, here you were, looking at him from across the room where he’s pulled the guy you were flirting with, only moments ago, away to introduce to his friends. If you ever committed murder, Jungkook would probably be why. He glances at you from across the room, watching as you bite hard onto your plastic cup, a smirk spreading on his lips as you only hold his gaze, all the hatred seeping through. He excuses himself and slowly makes his way to you, his own plastic cup in his hand. “If looks could kill, I’d be dead.” His annoyingly sultry voice comes out and you lift your eyes to him. “That would be a dream come true.” You spit out, giving him the fakest smile in existence. “Oh, c’mon, princess, you were gonna let that guy hit it? Please, have some standards.” He tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes. “Oh, I lost all track of standards the moment I went into an empty room with you months ago.” You scoffed. Jungkook pursed his lips, tongue coming out to flick over those pretty plush lips before he smiled. “You wouldn’t be saying that if I had actually gotten you in bed that day.” He shrugged. This was normal to you, Jungkook talking about how he’d rock your world if you had slept with him. It was to everyone’s knowledge by now that you were the only girl that he had gotten into a room, but hadn’t slept with. Making you a challenge ― unknown to you ― to every guy on campus. “Yeah, so you can show me your public dick and I deflate from how underwhelming it actually is?” You had gotten better at your comebacks after a while. “Oh, there is nothing underwhelming about my cock, princess. You’d know if you’d go upstairs with me.” You looked at him, his eyes glued to yours. You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing. Not that it was the first time he offered, but still, there was always that nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook enjoyed the chase a lot more than the outcome. “So you can run off again and leave my high and dry half-naked? No, thank you.” You chuckled, but he didn’t tease back, he was quiet, looking at you, your eyes lifted to him once more. “I won’t.” He answered, a more serious tone to his voice. “You ain’t shit, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, and he leaned in, one hand on each side of your body on the kitchen counter you were leaned on. This was all too familiar to you. “Let me prove it to you.” His eyes fell to your lips, his tongue flicking out to wet his own. He wasn’t bluffing. “Let me prove that you’re wrong.” After all these months of bantering, flirting, and teasing, this once you were sure he wasn’t bluffing. And you couldn’t lie to yourself, no matter how much you hated him, he was still hot and had gotten you riled up way too many times for it to be healthy. You were frustrated. And it didn’t help that he cockblocked you every time you were ready to put out the burning flame in your pit. Your silence was telling as Jungkook watched you struggle with yourself, debating on whether you should or shouldn’t take his offer, but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer as he pulls away, nodding towards the stairs and walking backwards for a while with eyes glued to you before he’s turning and walking towards the staircase. You watch him look back one final time before you’re cursing yourself internally and downing your drink as you’re pushing away from the counter, following after him. You can’t see the smirk that spreads wide on his lips when he notices you following after him, stopping just at the final step to wait for you before he’s taking your hand, pulling you into an empty room just like he had several months ago. This time, though, he rests the back of his head on the door once it’s shut, watching you walk further into the room and turn on a bedside lamp, crossing your arms over your chest and stopping right in the middle, looking at him. His eyes roamed down your body, admiring you. You were pretty proud of your choice of clothing, a tight black velvet dress with thin stripes, and your signature heavy boots. “You’re really a fine piece of ass.” He breathes out, bringing his plastic cup to his lips, biting on the edges as his head tilts to take in your bare thighs. What you didn’t know was that Jungkook had wanted to sleep with you more and more ever since he found out you were the girl he bailed on that night. He wanted to fuck you every single time you told him to fuck off, every time you rolled your eyes at him. He wanted to shut up that smart ass mouth of yours with his tongue, with his fingers, with his cock, but he loved the banter so much that when it stopped, he felt almost empty. He had jerked off one too many times to the memory of your half-naked body, to the way you whimpered that day. And every single time he had seen your thighs pressed against one another when some guy dirty talked you into sleeping with him, he felt a burning rage inside of him. No, you weren’t meant for any of these fuckers; you were meant for him and only him. And the hate in your eyes didn’t bother him as much when he watched you leave alone each time. “Well?” You huffed out, annoyed. God, he looked so incredibly attractive leaning against the door with that red solo cup between his teeth, giving you such hungry eyes that made you damp. “Oh, you’re going to have to beg for it, sweetheart.” He teased, and you scoffed, already losing your patience and making your way to the door, ready to leave with a mumbled “I fucking hate you” leaving you as you reached for the knob. It was his hands wrapping around your throat that had your eyes bulging, gasp trapped in your throat as he brought your face so close to his, you could smell the alcohol from his breath. “You must have heard all the stories, hm? All your little friends talking about how many times I made them cum. Of how good I fucked them with my fingers, how I ate them out like a starved man and had them clenching around my cock over and over again until they went dumb.” He slowly pushed you back, the grip to your throat firm, but not tight, making the fabric of your panties cling to your folds as you slowly walked back. His annoying smirk spread on his lips as he slowly pushed you to the other end of the room. “I bet you hated that it wasn’t you in their place, huh? Getting fucked and pounded into like a proper whore.” If there was a voice that could make you cum, his would be the one because the way his dirty words mixed with the tipsy raspiness of his low voice had a strong shiver going down your spine. When your back met the edge of the desk, you gripped at the edges, almost bringing you out of the state of hypnosis his words and way of speaking had you in. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He almost whispered, his lower lip brushing yours, making another hard shiver roll down your body. You swallowed, eyes glossed over, you felt a low throb to your core. “You’re delusional.” You breathed out in a bold ass lie. “And you’re full of shit.” He almost spits out. “I can see the way your pupils are blown out, I can see the way you’re pressing your legs together, shit, I can fucking smell how wet you are from words alone, so...” The hand on your neck slowly snakes up, his thumb gently pulling the flesh of your lower lip down, his eyes cast to them, watching it bounce gently. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He whispered again, and you were quiet, because the truth was, he wasn’t wrong. And your silence was all he needed to push his thumb past your lips, pressing the pad against your wet tongue and your eyes fluttered, wrapping your lips around it to suck softly, oral fixation triggered. He watched with careful attention as you sucked his thumb expertly, showcasing your abilities to him as your tongue swirled around his thumb in your mouth. He pulled it out, smearing your drool on your swollen lips as he watched with pooling lust. “Good girl.” He praised before he crashed his lips to yours, hungry mouth guiding yours before he slipped his tongue past your lips, hands falling to your hips with a bruising grip as his thumb pressed into the dip of your hip bone. You had forgotten how good of a kisser Jungkook was, how fucking good his tongue felt against yours, how hot he sounded when he grunted into your mouth, wanting to devour you whole like this. You couldn’t help but whimper into his mouth when his grip became almost deliciously painful, his hands falling to the back of your thighs to quickly hoist you onto the edge of the desk, slotting himself in between your legs. His hands quickly went back to your hips, pulling you so aggressively against him you could feel the hard outline of his bulge against your core. It had you flinching slightly, too sensitive after being riled up. Your dress bunched on your hips, revealing your black lace panties to him. He pulled away only to look down, seeing the way your soaked panties glistened in the yellow light. “Fuck, look at that.” He breathed out. Lifting his eyes to you with a darkness unmatched, it almost makes you shy away, the intensity of him, of the way he’s silently telling you how wet you are with a devilish smirk spreading on his lips. You already know, but seeing how dark his eyes got was overwhelming. “Soaking wet.” He adds. One of his hands came down slowly to rest on your knees, snaking up your thigh. His eyes not leaving yours as he tilted his head, only watching the way your chest began to heave, panting at the anticipation as he got closer and closer to your heat. The throbbing only got stronger as he dipped his hand in between your thighs, ghosting his fingers over where it ached. “Is this where you want me, sweetheart?” He let out an airy chuckle. “Touching this soaking, swollen little pussy?” His eyes darted down, hooking one finger into the side of your panties and pushing it to reveal the wetness smeared all over your folds. You spread your legs further for him, lust already clogging your mind, as you were laid out for him to see, to see how your arousal almost dripping from you. “I knew you had a pretty pussy.” He muttered almost to himself before he looked back up at you, taking in the way your cheeks flushed, your eyes glossed over. And making sure he was watching when he flicked your clit with his thumb. The action quickly sending a jolt of pleasure down your body, lips parting to let out a quiet whimper. He hummed, pleased at your reaction before he did it again, and again and again. Only ever flicking it and never really pressing onto it as you wanted. “Fuck― Stop... Stop teasing me.” You cursed out, gripping tight at the edge of the desk, throwing your head back as he held you in place, watching with so much attention it was almost as if he was studying you. But your words had him stopping, and you almost protested before you brought your head back and saw him kneeling in front of you. His head was in the perfect height to your splayed out heat, and before you had a chance to say anything, to shut your legs to even gasp he pressed his lips to your nether ones. Just above your entrance. Soft, plush lips, pressing even softer kisses to your wet folds, inhaling deeply and letting the air out with a lewd, dragged exhale. He smelled you. His lips pressed further up your folds, making his way so patiently to where you wanted him and you flinched with each press, anticipation swimming on the edge of your skin. And he hovered. He hovered right over your throbbing, swollen clit before he parted his lips and sucked it into his mouth softly. Loud was an understatement for what you were right now. Long, dragged and loud moan leaving you as he sucked softly against your throbbing nub, letting out a deep, vibrating satisfied hum as his tongue swirled over around it again and again in his mouth. His hands rested at the back of your thighs, thumbs placed just beside your entrance on each side as he pulled at the skin slightly, stretching you out without even touching your hole. You didn’t know why he was doing it until he pulled away from your nub with a lewd pop, dipping into your cunt with his tongue. The tip breached your entrance, making you clench around it, your arousal seeping onto his tongue and making you throw your head back and roll your eyes. Fuck, if he continued like this, you’d cum too fast. The loud groan he let out against your pussy made you shiver as your arousal coated his tongue. And as if a switch went off in his head, he flattened his tongue, spreading your labia with it and sucking your clit into his mouth again, this time harder. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he ate you out, his own drool now leaking down his chin and mixing with your arousal. He didn’t care, didn’t mind it whatsoever, he only pulled away to lap at the mess and spit it over your cunt lewdly before I was flicking hit warm skilled tongue over your clit. You knew Jungkook was good in bed, yes. But you never thought he was a fucking professional pussy eater as he flicked his tongue over your clit, over and over, suckling on it, pulling it between his lips and letting it go with an exhale, his lips swollen, his chin dripping. He didn’t even seem like he was eating you out to get you to cum, but rather for his own personal entertainment and pleasure, and that had your high approaching you so fast you tried to clamp your legs shut. Only his hands gripped tight at the base of them, forcing you in place as you began to squirm, almost thrashing above him as you felt your high closer and closer to you. He knew you were close, he could tell by the way you throbbed on his tongue, by the way your tight entrance clenched around nothing and he only egged you on, sucking on your clit until your hand was gripping tight on his hair. “Jungkook! Jungkook! Fu―uck!” Yours cursed out as your first orgasm of the night washed over you aggressively, entrance clamping down over nothing like a violent spasm. Your vision flashed, your arm trembling as it held you up, legs shaking beside his head and heart soaring to your throat as loud, high-pitched moans left you as your orgasm washed over you. But much to your dismay ― or not ― Jungkook didn’t stop, his eyes only flicked up to you once you brought your head back, brows furrowing and a hiss leaving you at the oversensitivity. You tried pushing him away, his arms only hooked around your thighs, strong and demanding as his eyes grew dark and greedy, silently telling you he wanted one more. You squirmed in his hold, choked out gasps and moans leaving you as at first, it was only pain, too much to bear, but soon it became pleasure all over again, making you grind on his tongue. If Jungkook wasn’t mesmerized by you before, he was now. The way you ground your hips into his mouth, your fingers gripping tight at his hair, lips trapped between your teeth as you looked down at where your cunt met his mouth. You were probably just as dirty as he was. And that made him even more determined. Quickly than before, your high began to approach you, your lips parting in a silent moan as only huffs of air left you, indicating that you were close. “Right there, right there.” You breathe out, feeling the pleasurable throb overwhelm you once again. You began to grin faster on his tongue, chasing your high as it approached at an impending speed. And you looked down at him with desperation in your eyes as it washed over you, body seizing up before you shook violently. Jungkook pulled away quickly, standing and slapping his hand over your quivering, clenching cunt as you came. And it only made you trash on the desk, choking on your moans as he bit his lower lip, jaw clenching. “You like that, don’t you, princess?” He slapped against your cunt again, harder, making your eyes roll back and body flinch, settling down from your high. He soothed you, palm gently caressing over your sensitive heat, eyes glued to your already fucked out form. If he thought you were beautiful before, now he thought you were a fucking piece of art. With damp skin, baby hair glued to your skin. Cheeks flushed out, eyes barely open and lips swollen from all the biting. He waited, waited until you took in a deep breath, until you relaxed before he pressed the pad of two fingers into your heat, making you gasp. “You didn’t think it was over, did you?” His raspy voice spoke. He was drinking up every little bit of you and he was going to make up for all the times he wanted to fuck you, but especially from the lost opportunity. Your heat swallowed his fingers as he pushed them in, eyes never leaving you, only watching the way your head lolled on your neck as he reached his knuckles. “Tight little cunt.” He breathed out, curving his fingers inside of you and slowly pulling them out, watching, and when his pads brushed the swell of your g spot you moaned and he smirked. “Right there.” He licked his swollen lips, his free hand moving behind your back to thread into your hair, gripping slightly as he forced you to look at him. His lips ghosted yours, parted, before he began a slow, teasing pump of his fingers. Each time curving them upwards and pressing onto the spot that had you panting in his hold. Jungkook was a pleaser. He thrived off it, but with you, it was a personal goal. He fucking needed to ruin you and break you down in every way possible. “Open your mouth for me.” He breathed against your lips and you obliged almost instantly, whimpering pathetically. You almost didn’t register what he was doing before he spits in your mouth, and you whine, swallowing it eagerly. Jungkook hisses, brows furrowing at the sight. “Good girl.” It’s making his cock throb, but he’s fingering you with such torturous attention that he doesn’t have time to think about it, and neither do you as your walls clench hard around his fingers. You want more, no, you need more. “Fuck me, f-fuck me, please.” You beg, desperate as you’re grinding along with the pace of his fingers, eyes rolling back, but all Jungkook does is add a third finger, stretching you out so deliciously you begin to drool. Maybe this is what Jungkook wanted since day one, to frustrate you enough that he could dumb you down like this. And the sight has him groaning, pressing his bulge to the back of his hand as he picks up the pace, fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over and making you babble out incoherently against his lips. He holds you there, tight grip on your hair as he sucks the air between clenched teeth, too turned on by the pure bliss on your face to look away. You begin to get tighter, tighter and he knows you’re once again close, and that’s when he begins a violent speed into you, palm hitting your clit as he slaps his hand over it, again and again, pushing you over the edge. This time it’s violent. Your whole body convulsing as you whine and moan, brows furrowed and cunt clenching painfully around his fingers. The feeling is overwhelming, pleasure washing over your body quickly, like a slap to the face, tears gathering in your eyes and streaming down as you take harsh intakes of air. And this time Jungkook stops when you whine in overstimulation, pressing his lips to the tears that streamed down your eyes, almost too tender for a moment like this. But you couldn’t care less, you couldn’t think. “Good girl―” He shushes you, helping to soothe you down from your high. “Good fucking girl.” He almost growls once you flinch from him simply resting his hand on your knees. It’s quiet for a few moments as he rests his forehead on yours, your heart rate slowing down and your body feeling tingly, almost numb. “Are you ready for the real thing, princess?” He whispers, and all of a sudden you’re aware of the boner pressing into your thigh. Hard and thick. Your lazy eyes dart down to it, tongue coming out to lap at your drool coated lips. “Hungry little girl.” He growls as he catches it. “Do you want my cock, princess? Want to feel full, hm?” His voice is laced with the same danger as before, raspy and low. You can only nod, unable to formulate words before he’s picking you up again. Wrapping your legs around his waist and moving you to the bed effortlessly. You knew Jungkook was strong; you had caught him working out at the campus park one too many times, but the way he picked you up as if you weighed nothing, it made you ache again. He laid you down close to the edge of the bed, standing fully right after and looking down at you. “Let me see those tits, princess.” He commands, and your weak, shaking fingers reach for the hem of your bunched up dress, pulling it over your head. Your breasts bounce slightly as they’re exposed, his head tilting as he ranks his eyes down your body, fully bare for him. “Fucking beautiful.” He mumbles, pulling his shirt over his head to expose his bulging muscles and tight, ripped abs. Fuck, you were drooling again. “Sit up.” He commanded again, and you obliged, pushing yourself up and resting on your palms. Jungkook smirked, you had said before that you’d be underwhelmed if you saw his cock, and fuck did he want to wipe that smug look off your face, and he knew he would. Undoing his pants he slowly ― but surely ― pulling his pants down a little along with his black briefs, and if the look on your face wasn’t satisfying enough, the way you looked up at him with pleading eyes had his nose flaring. His cock was delicious, thick, and long, with thick veins adoring it and a swollen tip that glistened with his own arousal. You leaned in and he pressed his fingers to your forehead, stopping you. “Hands behind your back.” You huffed but obliged, crossing your hands behind your back and arching your chest forward as he inched closer. His large, veiny hands wrapped around his length, slowly jerking himself off as he let out a relieved sigh, looking back down at his cock before he leaned in. You watched as he tapped his glistening tip against your nipple, smearing his arousal over it and making you bite your lip at how lewd it was, he watched the way you looked up at him with lust, moving to the other breasts to do the same. “I had a feeling you were as dirty as I was, princess.” He tilted his head to the side, reaching his free hand to thread into your hair. “That’s why I’m going to fuck your throat like a little slut.” He tapped his cock on your lips, making you part them eagerly. “So eager, so desperate for cock.” He cooed, pressing his tip past your lips. You opened your mouth as far as you could, jaw aching as he pushed his length in, his own lips parting as he watched, and once your throat constricted around his tip he stopped, hissing out. Your eyes burned as he remained still, deep into your throat, pulling air through your nose as you relax your throat. “That’s it, good girl.” He praised before he pulled out and bucked into you again with a grunt. God, it was sinful watching Jungkook’s face. Watching how his brows furrowed and his lips remained parted, how he huffed and hissed as he slowly fucked into your throat, using your mouth for his pleasure. But what you didn’t know was that he was only getting you accustomed to his size before the grip to your hair tightened, his free hand rested at the small of your face and he thrust into your throat fast. Grunting and hissing, Jungkook was relentless against your throat. Your nose meeting his pelvis over and over as tears gathered in your eyes, streaming down. He stopped to pull away fully, a trail of drool and his arousal connecting you both, allowing you a deep intake of air before he pushed back in. You rolled your eyes back as he abused your throat, only letting him use you as he had just given you three powerful orgasms, but Jungkook was too turned on, too frustrated himself and he knew that if he continued to fuck your throat while your eyes rolled back and your tits bounced like that, he would cum. So he pulled away, quickly leaning down to throw your legs over his shoulder and push you further onto the mattress. You almost squealed in surprise, and you felt a sharp pain on your ass. He spanked you, hard. But fuck did it only make you throb more. Jungkook didn’t warn you as he positioned himself at your entrance, pushing his tip in and wrapping his arms around your legs over his shoulder. Your ass was lifted off the bed as he pushed his length in, your hands gripping at the sheets at the burning stretch. Nothing could prepare you for how full you felt once he bottomed out. Both of you moaning at the feeling. Your walls hugged his length tightly, warm and wet. And Jungkook almost growled at the feeling when you clamped down on him, urging him to move. And he didn’t need to be told twice before he started to fuck into you slowly, grinding into your body as you watched his abs clench, his V line so prominent now as all his muscles rippled as he fucked into you. You thought he’d be rough, thought he’d just split you open, and fuck you like a rag doll. But Jungkook wanted to savor it, he wanted to feel every inch of your walls around his cock ― finally ― and fuck you felt so much better than he imagined. “Fuck you feel so good.” He cursed out, head turning to press his lips to your legs, grunting against your skin, but you could barely even think, barely process anything as the drag of Jungkook’s cock only makes your head fuzzy. You wanted more, needed more. “H-harder, harder.” You pleaded with broken whimpers and Jungkook huffed, shaking his head before he pulled out, only to slam his hips back into you aggressively, making your back arch off the bed and throw your head back. And then he was fucking you like he hated you. Hips slapping so roughly against you that you knew you’d have bruises, the sound of slapping skin, broken whimpers, and deep grunts all you could head. You’re in a trance, feeling his cock his so deep, hard, and fast inside of you that it feels like you’re not even there, the pleasure that’s building up makes you grip so tight onto the sheets you fear your fingers are going to rip holes into them, but that’s when Jungkook slaps the curve of your ass, making you whimper loudly, whine and he does he again, clenching his teeth at his effort. You loved it, loved being fucked rough and hard, loved being spanked, treated like a mere fuckdoll. And just like that, Jungkook pulled out, manhandling you onto your stomach and pulling your ass up into the air. The slap to your ass was harder, louder, once, twice, three times before he’s pushing into you, hand threading into your hair and gripping so tight, he pulls your head back. “Say you hate me now, bitch.” He grunts between clenched teeth, abusing your hole. And you can’t, even if you wanted to, because you’re drooling again, dumbed down into nothing but a blubbering mess as you feel your high approach you again, and Jungkook doesn’t even care once it hits you. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t relent. He only fucks you right through a shattering orgasm that has you squeezing him so tight he throws his head back, groaning deeply, but doubling his effort. You feel like you could cry as he continues, once again tears gathering on your waterline as it becomes too much. “One more.” He grunts out, hand snaking under and in between your legs to press the pad of his fingers to your clit. “No, J-Jungkook, I can’t.” You sob out and he only bucks into you hard, making your body almost fall over with a loud moan. “Yes, you fucking can.” He spits out between clenched teeth, resuming his violent pace against you. And you sob louder, body trembling and shaking so hard from the overwhelming pleasure that you feel like you’re going to pass out. Jungkook notices, leaning down over your back to press his lips to your skin, sweat dripping down from his forehead. “You can do it, princess. You’re so fucking good for me, c’mon, give me one more, just one more.” He speaks softly, voice trembling with the effort of his thrusts and the hand rubbing at your clit combined with the fullness and drag of his cock brings you over the edge once again. Face buried into the mattress, body tensing up and then shaking violently as you scream into the sheets, sobbing pathetically. The feeling, the image, the sound is enough for Jungkook. The sight of you completely shattered beneath him, walls broken down. His brows furrow, his lips part, and his cock twitches before he’s grunting, groaning, loud and dragged as his cock spills deep inside of you, a loud hiss coming from him as he grips at your hair tighter from his own aggressive high. Jungkook finally stops, breathing aggressively against your back, hands moving to wrap around your middle as he takes deep breaths, trying to compose himself. You? You’re in another dimension, you’d say. Too fucked out and abused that you can’t even move. It takes Jungkook a solid five minutes before he’s pulling out of you, gently manoeuvering you to lay on your back as he gets slotting himself between your legs, pressing his lips to your lazy and tired ones. Kissing you slowly. You only kiss him back, tongue moving so lazily that you feel him chuckle once he pulls away, your eyes heavy and droopy. You don’t say anything when he pulls away, but you want to complain. Your eyes heavy and threatening to fall shut when he comes back with a cloth, gently, so gently cleaning you up before he cleans himself and discards said cloth on the floor. Jungkook lies beside you, pulling you into his chest, hand resting on your back and soothing you gently. “Didn’t take you for a cuddler.” Your raspy, dragged out voice teased. The man only chuckles again, no sign of the teasing smirk, no sign of the cockiness. “Broke you down pretty bad, princess. Gotta make sure you’re ok now.” He turned his head to you, pressing his lips to yours. “Besides, I enjoy the company.” He shrugged. You smiled up at him, lifting a brow. “You hate me, how can you enjoy my company.” You asked, resting your chin on his chest, and Jungkook furrowed his brows, reaching a hand out to brush the hair off your face. “Who the fuck said I hated you?” He questioned, confused. It was your time to shrug, looking around the poorly lit room before you looked back at him. “I just assumed you did because you kept pestering me every chance you got.” Jungkook chuckled at that, shaking his head. “Stupid girl.” You pouted at his words. “I’ve been so fucking into you since I saw you at that party months ago, but I was so embarrassed for leaving you like that. I was drunk and I don’t know, I have no excuse really. But god, you hated me. You hated me so much and the only way I could ever get a reaction from you was when I was bothering you, so... I just kept doing it.” He pursed his lips, looking up at the ceiling as he played with your hair. You thought about it, looking back to that first time after you saw him again when he laughed at you. He wasn’t laughing at you, he was just laughing nervously, embarrassed at himself. You wish you had the energy to argue with him, to curse him out, but your eyes are too heavy and he only sighs. “Get some sleep, recover your energy.” He wraps an arm around you, pulling you in close. “We shouldn’t sleep in some stranger’s room.” You mumble out. “This is my room.” He looks at you and your drowsy eyes bulge a bit. Jungkook had brought you to his room? He had never brought a girl to his room before. You also had no time or energy to take in the information as sleep slowly began to come over you. Jungkook only pressed his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes and following after you. You woke him up in the morning with his cock in your mouth, and this time, he let you do it as you pleased, giving you the most delicious view of a bed head Jungkook with his morning voice groans and grunts as you took his thick cock in your mouth and let him finish deep into your throat. He helps you get dressed, pressing soft kisses to your skin whenever you look away, pulling you back for long, passionate kisses while you’re trying to fix your hair. He whispers against your ear when you’re putting on your boots and when you’re at the door, in his arms, him in nothing but gray sweats hanging loose on his hips, he asks you something. “Do you want to go out with me sometime?” A hand comes to the back of his neck nervously. This was new, this was something no one knew about Jungkook, that he could be shy, get nervous, like he was right now, even after spitting in your mouth the night before. “I thought Jeon Jungkook didn’t date.” You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame, watching him close the distance, leaning against the door frame too. “I can make an exception for my number one fan.” He smirks, cockily. Chuckling when you rolled your eyes. “Fuck you.” You curse, but with a smile on your lips, turning around and making your way down the hallway. “Glady.” He teases back, hands in his pockets as he watched you sway your hips and make your way to the stairs. “I’ll send you when and where.” He shouts to you and you only flick him off, his eyes ranking down your frame before you make your way down the stairs. “Such a fine piece of ass.”

I would like to apologize beforehand for the oneshot I’m currently writing.