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Sweet Creature (M)

*I have no words*

Request: Can I get a Sub Jungkook smut where their on the couch and he cums in his pants while the reader is grinding on him on his lap and dirty talks to him in his ear??? Thanks☺️☺️☺️

Word Count: 6.9k words (heh heh)

Let me ruin you goddammit

Let’s get one thing straight. You never claimed to be a good person, never did charity work, never been the perfect daughter for your parents. And you sure as hell wasn’t someone’s little girlfriend.

You did what you want, who you wanted and slipped out of their sheets before they murmur good morning in your ear. You were a ‘no strings attached’ girl, making sure that you would never become someone’s puppet. Of course, you weren’t immune to the disease called ‘love’, your innocent high school days plagued with your naive mindset of finding the ‘one’. It still haunts you, one of the reasons your night doesn’t end with a shot of whisky and half a pack of beer. The only person who was willing to put up with you was your best friend, Jungkook.

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New toy II pt.1

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, sub!jungkook

word count: 8.5k

Your new neighbour turns out to be the perfect toy for you.

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Kookies And Cream

Word Count: 11.6k (oh man holy shit)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff. The whole package. 

Author’s Note: You know the definition of a switch? Just look at the two characters in this story lol switch heaven

2k Requests, Masterlist

When Jungkook first came to room with you, you were less than ecstatic about it. You had only ever roomed with one other person before at the start of your freshman year of college, but you quickly got fed up with it. Not that your roommate was bad or anything. In fact, if you were being fair, you’d admit that she was a sweetheart. But you are an only child, and you were never used to sharing anything with anyone, and despite what everyone said about the joys of having siblings, you simply weren’t interested. You have none and that’s the way you liked it.

Tell that to your parents though. They were convinced that you needed the company after years of keeping mostly to yourself unless you had to, with the exception of a couple of close friends. They thought that if you keep at it, you’re going to turn insane from being in your head too much. Where they got that shit piece of pseudo-psychology you don’t know but it had enough hold on their minds to make them force you to get a room in the college dorms -yuck- and live with a stranger for an entire month.

Or it would’ve been a month anyway if you hadn’t made that poor girl’s life a living hell so much so that by the end of the third week, she was running away from your shared dorm room like the devil himself was behind her.

The series of students who came and went through your dorm didn’t last long enough to qualify as roommates. Your record was six hours, that’s how long it took to send one dude,-Hoseok, you’ll never forget the name- running for his life. It’s a shame too, he was cute, and you had to forever ruin your chances with him. But, oh well, there are much more important things in life, like having a bathroom all to yourself.

Soon enough, your college caught on to your reign of terror and they, not so kindly, asked you to vacate the premises and restore the harmony to the student body. Your parents were forced to rent an apartment for you, seeing as you weren’t allowed in the dorms anymore and they lived too far away for you to stay with them. Yeah, they could’ve withheld their money from you and taught you an important lesson about the consequences of being such a spoiled child but they loved you too much to do that. They’ve never been able to deal any real punishment to their baby girl, and that’s probably how you turned out to be so headstrong.

Little did you know, however, that your comeuppance was coming for you. It took three years, three long years where you enjoyed your solitude to the max, but as your fourth and final year came around, instead of the peaceful climax you were counting on it to be, it turned into a shitshow of the highest degree with the arrival of a certain bunny-toothed brat.

Jungkook is the son of your family’s next door neighbours. But other than the daily ‘Good mornings’ and the occasional dinner invitation, your families weren’t really close, and the only contact you had with their shy son was that one year you tutored him in math. To be sure, you were shit at math but that didn’t stop you from attempting to make some money off the kid.

You see, Jungkook had a painfully obvious puppy crush on you, and even though you didn’t teach him shit, and what you did teach him was mindbogglingly wrong, he still never spoke a word of it to his parents, studying on his own and getting good marks just so he’d keep seeing you.

To say that you were a bitch to him would be an understatement. You’d frequently invite your boyfriends over, taking advantage of the fact that his parents were never around because of their jobs, and using his place to hook up with them, knowing Jungkook would never tell on you. You did not care or even notice much that you were breaking the boy’s heart.

Eventually, though, he got sick of your shit and asked you to stop coming over. But he still didn’t tell either of your parents, ever the sweet kid. You didn’t hear or see much of him after that, and you suspect that was intentionally his doing, until now.

As if the universe was punishing you for all your sins against the boy, it made him appear again in your life, but this time you were the one who was going to suffer.

On the last day of your summer break, your mum dropped the bomb on you, informing you that your old pupil was to shack up with you this year, and no amount of whining or begging or scheming was going to get you out of it. She gave you an ultimatum: either you let him room with you and look after him, or she stops giving you money and leaves your spoiled ass out in the cold to fend for yourself. Any funny business from you and you’re done.

You were in denial at first, convincing yourself that it couldn’t possibly be that bad. From what you remembered of Jungkook, he was a shy kid who did anything humanly possible to please you. You were sure that his crush must be long gone by now but he would still be the timid boy you remembered. Right?

Wrong. Jungkook was the devil incarnate.

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Belonging

Pairing: Reader X Jungkook (in that order)

Genre: that sexy shit smut

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: d/s, cock ring, vibrator, possessiveness, sub!kook

Note: something that was supposed to be part of a fic-in-progress but’ll probably never take fruition. y’all have sangria to thank (or not) for this.

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“You only have one rule. Do not close your eyes.” 

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut, Fluff, domestic!AU

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, domme!Reader, mistress as a titel, a handjob on a sofa while they are facing each other, is eye contact kink a thing?, good boy kink, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, overstimulation, forced orgasms, mentions of edging 

Wordcount: 2.3k

a/n: I was in a mOod last night fadsjf. I blame it on Jungkooks sparkly eyes and my desire to look at them when I’m jerking him off. Let me have this self-indulgent fantasy ajadfj and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do 😔💜

“Are you still with me Jungkook?” your voice is stern, the grip on his cock fading. 

“Don’t stop please”, he begs, brows creasing. 

“Open your eyes and I’ll continue." 

Jungkook has his eyes locked on yours in an instance. Red and slightly glassy, filled with devotion for you. 

"So? What are we saying?” you taunt, dragging your finger up his aching length.

“Sorry”, he moans.

“Uh-uh, try again”, just as your finger had touched him, it is already gone again. 

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” he blurts out, opening his eyes widely in demonstration. 

“Good boy”, you coo. 

Your fingers wrap around his cock again, eliciting a shaky gasp from him. His eyelashes flutter, but they don’t close. He is trying so hard to be good for you. You circle your thumb over his frenulum as a reward. Precum spills out of him, making the rolls just that much easier. 

Jungkook moans and gasps, eyelids fluttering. His fingers grab the pillow tighter, knuckles turning white. 

“Feels nice?” you can see how his eyes cloud over in pleasure. 

“Y-yes”, he chokes out, hips bucking into your hand. 

You allow him the movement. Tonight you only have one rule. Do not close your eyes. You and Jungkook are lying on your big sofa, facing each other. You are so close you can feel his hot breath on your skin and smell his flowery scent. It had already been an entire episode of Fleabag since you started jerking him off lazily (you know it has been because when you started, the show was still playing, but your TV fell quiet three minutes ago). 

Your roll your wrist, stimulating his reddened tip with your slinkened palm. Jungkooks lips part, a high-pitched moan rolling of his tongue. 

“Someone’s sensitive tonight”, you observe, basking in the way new spurts of precum slather up your hand. 

“F-feels so good”, he swallows dry and grunts in exhaustion, “please just one s-second?” his eyes are zoning out again, lids growing heavy as they threaten to close in pleasure. 

“No, no. Come on keep them focused”, you warn, slowing down your movements to almost a complete standstill. 

“I’m trying”, he insists, slurring his words. His eyelids open and close, open and close, open and….close.

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↳ Index [Snippet #14 - Let’s Make a Bet]

“When Taehyung and Jungkook bet that Taehyung can make Jungkook beg for him.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Taehyung, dom!Reader, BDSM themes, masochist!Jungkook, sadist!Taehyung, the reader also has some sadistic tendencies, bondage (basically Kook is bound to the bedposts while standing up), edging, orgasm denial, use of a leather flogger, use of nipple clamps, use of a vibrator, multiple handjobs, one blowjob, mild ball busting, Jungkook is very competitive and likes to push his limits, tears, the softest aftercare

Wordcount: 6k

a/n: my inner sadist came out and I am not ashamed of it 🤪 I hope you guys like it as much as I enjoyed writing it 🤪💕

“It would be cool if I could dominate you once”, Taehyung says when the three of you were in the middle of dinner. It was out of the blue and directed at Jungkook. 

The later is gawking at Taehyung with his mouth agape in shock and his eyes as round as two saucers. You are just as surprised as him, not having expected such a confession.

“Unprovoked much? What the hell I was just talking about inking someone up and you come at me with that request”, Jungkook says, cocking his eyebrows up in question. 

Taehyung shifts on the chair awkwardly, averting his gaze to you. 

“Sorry, uhm, I don’t know why this slipped out of me”, he murmurs, clearing his throat, “just keep talking, uhm ignore me." 

"No, no I ain’t gonna ignore you”, Jungkook insists, putting his chopsticks down. He straightens up in the chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest, “you wanna dominate me?” he asks, cockiness lacing his voice. 

Taehyung blushes, lowering his eyes. 

“Since when do you have such desires?” Jungkook continues, only adding to Taehyungs embarrassment. 

“Stop teasing me, for fucks sake. It slipped outta me”, he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I ain’t teasing. Go on tell me hyung. You wanna dominate me?” Jungkook insists, leaning closer to Taehyung with a cocky smirk on his lips. 

Taehyung shifts on the chair again, sneaking a desperate glance your way. 

“Jungkook tone down the cockiness, will you? It slipped outta him, he told you so didn’t he?” you throw in. 

Jungkook looks at you, chuckling in amusement. 

“Fine alright I’ll tone it down. Sorry hyung”, he gives in, “but I do have a question for you.”

Taehyung raises his head and locks eyes with Jungkook. 

“Do you even have it in you to dominate someone?" 

"Ha” Taehyung scoffs, outlining the inside of his cheek, “now you’re just testing me”, he growls, leaning over the table closer to Jungkook. 

Jungkook smirks cockily. 

“Yeah? Why? Cause you know it’s the truth?” he taunts. 

Taehyung furrows his brows. 

“Don’t mock me. You know I could make you beg for me if I wanted to." 

"I doubt it”, Jungkook smirks. 

“Yeah? Want to make a bet? Winner gets to fuck Y/N from behind”, Taehyung says. 

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“Jungkook got new jeans last week and he looks so adorable in them that you can’t help but want to play with him.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, mommy kink, vibrating buttplug, orgasm control, edging, ruined orgasm, multiple orgasms (m.recieving), dry humping, use of a wooden spanking paddle, finger sucking, Jungkook is a needy bunny, the softest aftercare

Worcount: 4.8k

a/n: This is without a doubt the aaol!couple. Also blame Jungkook in those blue jeans the creation of this, because I can’t get this outfit out of my head 💜

“Play with me.”

That was the first thing Jungkook said to you this morning. 

It was not long that he was stripped naked and with his legs pulled to his chest, feeling breathless and giggling the entire time you prepared him for his favourite game. Jungkook ended up with a vibrating buttplug lodged inside of him. Silicone, black, with a sleek tip. You made him lower his legs afterwards and then close them. Then you told him to sit up. Jungkook still thought that you would continue your play at that point because you often made him sit on his buttplugs as it made him squirm so perfectly. He soon realised with horror yet delight that you were not planning on continuing your little game as you made him put his clothes back on and then left the room to take a shower instead.

It left Jungkook squirming on the bed because he watched you take the remote control to his plug with you. 

So he waited with bated breath and his cock straining against his briefs for the moment he would feel those sweet vibrations.

But they didn’t come. As a matter of fact they didn’t come at breakfast either. Or later when he ate you out on your yoga mat. Or even later when you took him shopping because you wanted a new pair of lingerie. Jungkook knew that you were only going lingerie shopping to rile him up. You even made him follow you into the dressing room with you and help you try the pieces on. His plug however, stayed passiv. It frustrated Jungkook and he ended up sucking on your breast so needily that he bruised it accidentally. Didn’t work, the sweet vibrations he so deeply craved stayed away. Jungkook also ended up buying you every single piece of lingerie you liked, but he would have done so with or without a plug up his ass. He just really enjoys treating you. 

Jungkook was restless on the way home because you kept the remote on your lap and fumbled with it. He could watch you graze your thumb over the button ever so often and it drove him insane. The vibrations however didn’t come. 

Jungkook grew almost mad in the elevator to the penthouse, seeking your touch as he pressed his body against yours and nuzzled his face into your shoulder. You hugged him back in an instance.

“Did you forget mommy?” he asked shyly. 

“Forget what Bunny? That?” you showed him the remote. 

“Yes”, he whispered and shivered in your arms. 

“No, I didn’t forget”, you said nonchalantly and let the remote disappear back into your pocket. 

Jungkook squeezed your body in a desperate hug, but the vibrations didn’t come.

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all to you | jjk (m)

summary - why work on a boring school project when you could fuck your cute bestfriend?!

pairing - sub!jungkook x dom!reader (f)

genre - friends to lovers, pwp

word count - 2.6k

song inspo - all to you by sabrina claudio.

warnings - dry humping, dirty talk, praise, pet names, cumming in pants (EEEE), breast play, reader is described as squishy and squeezable so if you don’t like that my bad

a/n - i just desperately needed whiny koo. badly. also hey lol it’s been a while

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You’re gonna fail this class. Who the fuck even needs calculus anyway? You huff and continue to throw a silent temper tantrum while writing down equations that don’t even make sense to you. You look over at your friend, Jungkook to see if he thinks anything of what the professor was saying makes sense, only to see him diligently writing in his notebook and seeming to retain every bit of information the man bellows out to the class. You chuckle to yourself, your Kookie, always hard at work.

You and Jungkook have been friends since you were kids. He’s always been a little meek and quiet, a complete juxtaposition from your talkative and loud manner. You had found him cute, even back in elementary school. His bunny smile and his big doe eyes made you melt every time you looked at him. Being neighbors, naturally, you both were constantly around each other. He was content with listening to you talk your head off while he listened intently and nodded along. You two complement each other. Anytime either of you had a problem, the other was always there to give support. Your favorite thing to do though was tease him. Seeing his pretty face burn scarlet and shyly bite his lip after complimenting him gave you a strange sense of satisfaction. It seemed as though no one could get him so flustered but you. Of course, you tried not to dwell on it, but it’s not like it wasn’t there.

You watched the clock obsessively, desperately waiting for it to strike 4. You smiled once it did and quickly gathered your stuff to meet Jungkook by the door where he always waited for you. Calculus is your last class of the day so he waits for you to pack up to walk back to the dorms together. As you start down the road to your building, you turn and finally ask him what the fuck you’re supposed to be doing for class.

“Oh, we have a test next Monday. It’s on Convergence and Divergence, remember?” he asks. No, you do not, but you’re sure you wrote down some notes somewhere so maybe that’ll count for something.

“I do not have the attention span for this shit I swear. Every time he speaks I automatically zone out,” you groan. He giggles and shakes his head.

“I’ll help you study, don’t worry,” Your dorm building comes into view as you keep your pace on the sidewalk.

“Great! My roommate won’t be home for another couple of hours so we can get started at mine.” you smile.

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Jungkook is Coming Over Tonight.

Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Dom!Reader

Summary: Jungkook is invited to spend the night at his friend's girlfriend's house..

Warnings: Masturbation (M), degrading, blanket sniffing, Nipple play, degrading, exhibitionism.

Word Count: 2.1K

"Y/N, remember Jungkook is coming over tonight.” Taehyung spoke looking over at you from across the couch. You looked back at him nodding slowly pausing before starting to speak. "Yeah…Why is he coming again? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't like him he's just a bit… awkward…" You mumbled. Taehyung pouted turning to face you. "He's not that awkward, you two just aren't close yet. And he's coming over cause I promised we could hang out today. Taehyung spoke standing up and stretching just in time as there was a knock on the door. You looked at the door and then at Taehyung watching as he walked over to the entrance opening it up for his awkward friend, Jungkook.

You quickly looked away starting to play with your fingers as the boys greeted each other. "Hey!" Jungkook spoke waving at Tae who wasted no time wrapping his arms around Jungkook forcing him into a hug. " I missed you!" Taehyung giggled pulling away and walking into the living room back to sit on the couch sitting next to you. "Close the door please bro." Jungkook nodded closing the door behind him then walking over to the couch his gaze slowly reaching you. "H-hi, hey Y/N." He spoke softly. You brought your eyes up from your hands to look at him swallowing a bit "Hey Jungkook, how are you?" "I'm good." He spoke looking at Taehyung sitting beside him.

The night went on and Jungkook and Taehyung talked and played lots of games, you had just sat and watched for a little before you decide to go to your bedroom and get on your computer so they could have more bro time.

"Let's watch a movie bro, I'm getting tired." Taehyung spoke resting his head on the couch. "But then you'll fall asleep." Jungkook said picking up the remote and heading to Netflix. "That's the point, we'll both fall asleep, you can just stay till the morning, right? It's late to be driving anyway." Jungkook nodded at his words slowly. “Y/N would be okay with that?” “Uh, yeah… They should be.” Tae shrugged “I’ll tell them when I head to the bedroom.” Tae smiled as Jungkook nodded starting to look through the movies.

5 minutes turned to 10, 10 turned to 20 and around 30 Taehyung had passed out almost drolling and all. Jungkook yawned a bit pulling his head up and looking at Tae. "Tae?" Jungkook whispered waiting for a response "Taehyung?" He waited for a second longer. Realizing Tae was long asleep. Jungkook dragged himself up starting to look for where you would normally keep a blanket. A closet, He walked to the only three doors in the apartment to his surprise the first one he opened instead of being a closet it was your bedroom. He blinked looking at you. Luckily you're back was facing the door and you had a big headset on so you couldn't see or hear that he entered.

To be honest, Jungkook always wanted to catch you alone like this. It sounds wrong but he knew he wouldn’t do anything bad he just wanted to be around you. As soon as Taehung introduced you to him he fell in love with the way you presented yourself. For him, he’s willing to call it love at first sight, just sucks you had to be his best friend's girlfriend.

Jungkook watched you for a moment and almost without thinking entirely, walked into the room closing the door behind him. He didn't know how he was gonna approach you, he gulped his head starting to run with too many thoughts. His heart starting to pound. He thought about if he should just come up behind you and put his hand over your mouth, if he should just turn back around and walk out.

But it was too late now, he concluded he should just tap your shoulder. He bit his lip slightly starting to walk up behind you gradually, taking a deep breath before tapping you on your shoulder.

Not to his shock, you turned around with stiffness your eyes wide. You had gotten so scared your heart was almost beating out of your chest. "Sorry! Don't scream!" Jungkook uttered putting his finger over his lip and making a shushing motion. Your eyes stayed wide looking at Jungkook who let out a little awkward chuckle. "I-I’m S-sorry I just…I just needed to uh..ask you something." He spoke softly. "And you had to sneak up on me?" You spoke harshly turning your chair to face him reaching to your headset taking it off one ear. He nodded slowly "I-I shouldn’t have done that. I'm sorry." He spoke cursing himself in his head walking up a bit more and sitting on the corner of your bed a few inches away from your chair.

You sighed letting your heart slow down a moment looking at him then rolling your eyes slightly with a smile. "It's okay. What did you need?" Jungkook started nibbling at his lips at your words somehow forgetting what he was even looking for to begin with.

He’s all alone with you right now, Taehyung is asleep, and there's so much that could happen. He shook his head quickly at his indecent thoughts looking up to meet your confused expression. “Uh..um…I was looking for a…for a blanket! Right a blanket, Taehyung fell asleep.” He spoke, “I needed to ask where you keep the blankets?”

You nodded slowly “Just take the one off the bed.” You spoke “O-okay… But what about when you go to sleep?” “I have more blankets I’ll get.” You spoke with a small smile “Is that it Jungkook?” Jungkook nodded bringing his gaze down to his hands. “Oh and also, T-Taehyung said I could stay the night..that’s okay right?” You blinked rolling your eyes slightly annoyed he’s just let someone stay at the house. “Yeah, it's fine.” You smiled. Jungkook finally looked back up at you and smiled back standing up quickly and grabbing the blanket off your bed. “I’ll see you in the morning then.” He spoke. “Yes, you will.” You awkwardly giggled turning to face your computer again putting your headset back on fully.

He walked with the blanket quickly out of the room his heart pounding harder just as he walked out closing the door behind him. He leaned against it catching his breath for some reason when he got a sniff of the blanket… It smelled so much like you. He blinked looking down at it before bringing it to his face holding a chuck of it against his nose and taking a big whiff. It smells so good. He caught his breath, taking another whiff almost moaning at the sent pulling it away and looking back up walking over to where Taehyung sat on the couch still knocked out. Jungkook slowly sat next to him tossing the blanket up so it fell on both him a Taehyung looking down at the blanket.

He took a deep breath before grabbing a chuck again a smelling it hard. He couldn’t help himself, it was like you had just rubbed your perfume all over it before placing it on the bed, is this how you smell every time you sleep? He thought, bringing his head back and catching his breath looking over at Taehyung still asleep. Jungkook gulped slowly laying down on the couch, just big enough that his feet couldn’t touch Taegyung unless he moved too much.

He kept sniffing the blanket putting it over his head even, all he could think about is all the stuff that could have happened just now. What if he went in there and you so excitedly wanted to fuck him? What if he went in there and you pushed him onto the bed and started to ride him, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t scream and wake up Taehyung? He knows everything he’s thinking is so unrealistic but it doesn’t stop him from getting turned on thinking about it.

He groaned quietly biting his lip and pulling the blanket away from his nose bringing it down so his cheat was shown. He closed his eyes lifting his shirt and bringing a hand to rub over his soft chest. What if you made him eat you out? What would have happened if you had the same feelings for him? What if you were touching yourself right now just like him over the slightest interaction together? He twitched slightly as his fingers grazed over his hardened nipple opening his eyes quickly and looking at Taehyung sound asleep. He brought his gaze down seeing just how hard his cock pressed against his pants. Sighing quietly he took his free hand down unbuckling his belt and undoing his buttons still rubbing his harsh fingers over his sensitive nipple. He unzipped wasting no time cupping his bulge and rubbing over it for much need friction biting his lip to hold back his groan.

The thought that you could walk out right now and see him, and the thought that Taehyung could wake up any minute only made him more turned on. He hated that it turned him on so much it was one of the things tightening the knot in the pit of his stomach. “Oh~ fuck.” He whispered pinching his nipple and squeezing his bulge before pulling away his hips fidgeting up uncontrollably to chase his hand. He did think about getting up and going to the bath, but he just couldn’t, he wanted to cum right here and now. Especially since he lived the thought of getting caught so much.

He lifted his hips as much as he could pulling his pants further down then grabbing the hem of his boxers and dragging them down as well. He looked at his cock through squinted eyes his eyebrows knitted together watching as he was already leaking on his stomach. He mewled quietly throwing his head back. He wanted your help so bad, why can’t you just be his? And use him, just use him however you wanted. He calmed himself turning over slowly so his cock was dangling over the edge of the couch bringing his hand straight to his shaft starting to pump himself at a steady pace his pre cum making his hand move gracefully as he kept his other hand quickly flicking over his nipple.

“Ngh..” he grumbled quietly as he could his body tensing up the knot in his stomach pulling even more. He really doing this right next to his best friend thinking about his best friend's girlfriend at that, he’s disgusting, he’s a pervert, he almost hates himself but thinking about it only gets him closer. “I’m sorry..” he whispered out in a soft cry “Ugh.. I’m so sorry..” he couldn’t take this anymore, he was thinking about too much, his body was feeling too much just a couple more strokes and he’s gonna cum all over his best friends floor.

He gonna cum all over his best friend's floor, thinking about his best friend's girlfriend “Oh.. oh god..” he cried bringing his hand off his nipple and up the mouth covering his mouth his hand not stopping his desperate strokes. Just then that knot in his stomach snapped sending a wave through his disgusting body cum pooling out of him on the floor as he kept stroking. It was so hard trying to stay still and quiet his hips jolting up every other second while his heart almost busted. He got teary-eyed watching through cloudly vision as his cock let out a couple more pitiful drops of cum onto the floor his hand pulling away soon after to not overstimulate him.

He took his hand off his mouth laying on his back and panting hitched breaths looking up at the ceiling in a fog until he quickly snapped out of it looking at Taehyung who thankfully just frowned in his sleep. Jungkook sighed in relief taking his shaking hand lifting his hips and tugging up his boxers and pants laying like that for a while.

Before he could do anything else Taehyung moved around stretching his arms out and yawing making Jungkook gasped quickly pulling the blanket to cover his unbuckled pants and still semi-hard cock. Taehyung groaned opening his eyes barely looking at Jungkook “What’s wrong?” “N-nothing! I was just about to fall asleep”. He spoke trying not to sound panicked. Taehung nodded slowly and looked down at the blanket “Nice, I’m gonna go lay down in my bed…Goodnight.” He spoke with a raspy voice standing up slowly and walking past Jungkook stopping after a couple of steps and looking down. “Why is it wet on the ground?” “I uh..I spilled something!” Jungkook said quickly “I'm sorry!” Taehung nodded and kept walking. “it’s okay, just clean it up later.” He spoke sheepishly walking his bedroom.

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief looking up at the ceiling and decide to completely catch his breath before starting to clean up his mess.

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hi i love ur subby jk works so much :3 do you think you could write a roommates au with sub jk? i would love if he is needy and trying to hide how much oc effects him. maybe he could secretly touch himself when they are watching a movie and trying not to make noise. whatever you want to write with subby kook would be amazing honestly. sorry if this is too much :(

Of course, I can! This is a great idea, a filthy one I would even say 👀 Nothing's too much when it comes to our dearly baby boy 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for reading my stories lovely!! 💜 xox

Movie Night

Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Dom/Fem!Reader

Genre: Roommates AU, smut

Summary: You procure Jungkook a lot of pleasure without even knowing it. He tries to be subtle about it, hold in his desires, but one night he just can't help it.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader acts disgusted but don't worry she's very blessed by jk's cock, jk's a pervert sorry not sorry, humiliation, masturbation (m), exhibitionism.

A.N.: It's really a focus on jk, but I love subby jk playing with himself too much. It's so short, but I have to shorten the requests if I want them done - it's still good anyway 🙄

At the beginning, Jungkook was living alone. The other room in his apartment was for rent, but nobody seemed to want to live there. He wasn't expecting to have a roommate anytime soon, until you.

He didn't think so much about who would be his roommate, whether it'd be a guy or a girl. He's shy around women his age, but that isn't an obstacle at being friends with them, except for you. He sometimes wonders if he's wrong for having the fattest crush on you, his girl roommate. Kinda cliché, but can he really control his feelings when everything you do is affecting him?

It's not like you were walking around in nothing but your panties and a t-shirt. Not like you were moaning at one in the morning, touching yourself, acting like Jungkook couldn't hear a thing. He could very much, and his cock too. You know that he knows, he's sure of it.

How you send him a glare the next day when you quit your room to go to the kitchen, how you don't bother to hide your sex toy in a drawer, leaving it on your bed with your door wide open. You're smart, there's no way this isn't intentional.

Though, Jungkook is way more secretive than you when it comes to masturbation. Maybe because you probably don't think of him when you do as he imagines you when he does. Or because he would be so ashamed if you happened to hear a suspect sound coming from his room, resembling too much of a moan.

Everything he does, he keeps a secret. He tries to, at least. One time, he stole one of your panties. It wasn't really smart of him because you would eventually find out that one of your underwear is missing, and it's exactly what happened. You asked him if he saw them, he said no, then you described them to him - black lace panties with red roses on them.

They were literally under his pillow right now, for him to stroke his cock with. His face turned red, and he swore you understood why. Nonetheless, you went on with your day, telling him you would see them again. And you did because Jungkook did a quick laundry, cleaned them and placed them neatly in your underwear's drawer.

Since the panties incident, he told himself he would stop - or at least be more careful. He did not.

He was craving intimacy so bad one night. His boner was so painful, his cock had never been this hard before. He wanted you, he needed you, but he couldn't have you. What would he have said anyway? 'Please, jerk me off'? Or 'I beg you to fuck me, I can't stop thinking about you'?

Imaginary scenes weren't enough anymore, so he proceeded to open Instagram and search for your profile. He knows you are the kind to post bikini pics. He chose his favourite where you were laying down beside the edge of a pool, all wet from the water in a hot pink bathing suit. Your boobs were barely covered by small triangles, your bikini bottom held by little bows on each side of your hips.

He jerked himself to you, his hand going up and down so fast on his dick, the skin of his palm slapping against his pelvis. In the heat of the moment, he accidentally liked your Instagram post. What a shame.

He unliked it, but you received the notification anyway. You probably thought he was a pervert, your roommate ogling at your bikini pics like you were a piece of meat. This isn't far from the truth, but Jungkook isn't like that.

You said nothing about it and didn't change your attitude toward him. Maybe you never knew or you just didn't address it. Either way, he's thankful because he wouldn't have handled the awkwardness of the situation.

Now, he isn't really focusing on the movie that you are watching together. On the other hand, you seem to be deep into it, eyes stuck to the TV screen.

Remember when he said he would be more careful? Well, it looks like he totally lied. The thing is that you have a grip on him, somehow. Jungkook isn't the most experimented in sex, but still, he isn't a deprived virgin. Normally, he isn't, because the bulge in his sweatpants totally betrays him right now.

Your flimsy tank-top - the straps doing a bad job at staying on your shoulders - is distracting him from whatever's going on in the movie. Your sleep shorts are showing off your meaty thighs, your skin looks so soft and Jungkook wants to bite into it. Just a little taste so he can sleep with his mind free of any thoughts tonight.

He knows he shouldn't, but his cock is so painful right now. It's engorged with blood and there's only one solution to his problem... So he slowly sneaks a hand in his sweatpants, going under the band of his underwear. He'll just palm it, nothing else, he swears. He just needs some friction against his dick, there's nothing wrong with that.

His fingers wrap around his hardness, stroking it gently, feeling the beads of pre-cum falling from his tip. It stains his briefs, a small wet spot appearing on the material. He doesn't care, too obsessed with the way your tongue comes to lick your lips and how your tits stand out with your arms crossed over your chest.

His face heats up and his cheeks become all red, his breath accelerating as well. His palm grips his cock tightly, squeezing it softly as if it was your pussy contracting around him. He exhales shakily, biting down on his small pink lip to refrain himself from moaning out.

It would be incredible to have you sit on him, see his dick disappear into your tight cunt, filling you up real good the way you deserve it. "Shit..." He curses under his breath and you luckily don't hear him, the sound of the TV too loud to catch his quiet whines.

His hand shifts up and down in his boxers, and if you would just turn your head around toward him, you would discover the little secret he's trying to hide from you. He's not very subtle, even though he thinks he is.

His cock is throbbing at all the dirty thoughts he has about you, it's really hard for him to not get rid of his pants right now and fucks his fist in front of you. He likes to believe you would watch him masturbate, dripping wet from the sight of him jerking off. Maybe you would even help him, it would be ten times better.

He smears his pre-cum all over his mushroom head and his hand slides so smoothly on his cock. You make him so needy it's practically impossible to believe you have this effect on him, but seeing him pumping his penis beside you in secret totally proves it.

He twists his wrist as he focuses on stroking his tip that is out of his underwear, the other half of his cock trapped in his sweatpants. He hisses slightly from the sensitivity of it, all red and sticky from his arousal. He feels the knot in his tummy tightening and he scrunches his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open.

His abs flex under his black t-shirt and he thinks it's the moment where he'll cum all over himself right beside you, oblivious to him playing with his cock until orgasm. Is it really, though?

He fucks his fist faster, lifting his hips up to meet his hand in a hard thrust. He could cum right now, he feels it, he's so close, but before he can, he stops all of his movements.

"Jungkook."

His eyes open in shock, meeting yours, being caught red-handed. He regrets it now, he fucked up, he fucked it all.

He can't control himself, though. Not anymore, not like that, not with your eyes on his cock. Damn it.

His erection twitches in his hand and then his hips jut forward involuntary, fucking the air like it's your pussy. He wishes he could go back in time and listens to himself about being careful, but for some reason his dick likes it and he can't do anything about it other than raise his hips up again.

"Fu-uck! N-No..." He cries as your gaze stays on him, watching him come undone before you. "A-ah..." His voice breaks into a whiny moan and his eyebrows furrow, his body reacting to the pleasure despite his little cries of complaints.

Without even touching his dick, he cums on his stomach as he fucks the air one more time. Long strands of white cum land on his t-shirt, stained forever with his shame. His thighs shake, his muscles contracting from the intensity of his orgasm.

He shoots the last bits of cum on himself, making a mess everywhere. He looks at you totally freaked out and he wants to cry when he notices the frown on your face.

"You're so dirty, Jungkook." You shake your head in disappointment and roll your eyes, standing up from the couch and leaving the living room.

Jungkook is left there alone, covered in his cum and sweat. Poor baby boy, he should've been more careful.

— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Dulce Venganza!

Genre: smut Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: college!au, fratboy!jk, grinding, solo masturbation (m), hand job (m), nipple sucking, vaginal penetration, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, overstimulation, PUSSY WHIPPED JK, fluffy ending

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Attending a party held by the most popular fraternity was a one-way ticket to seeing everyone you despised, something you should’ve kept in mind before you found yourself getting holes burned into by your ex’s laser eyes across the room. You had done fairly well in minding your business all night, having gone to this party mainly for the drinks. This meant you hadn’t socialized much all night, most of your friends abandoning you for some mediocre dude upstairs. 

All you were here for was to stand still by the drinks table and look pretty. You knew how to doll up, wearing a two-piece mini skirt with a matching crop top. It accentuated your body shape and showed your assets just right. Instead of working in your favor and attracting a good-looking guy to spend the night with, it seemed to work against you since your ex couldn’t seem to look away. Even while having his tongue shoved throat-deep into a girl, he still managed to maintain eye contact with you

You knew what his plan was, he wanted to make you as jealous as possible tonight. Unfortunately for him, you couldn’t care less about what he chose to do with his life anymore. Whatever he was doing was just pathetic at this point, desperately wanting to catch the attention of somebody who no longer found him on her list of priorities.

Even then, you couldn’t find it in you to ignore his petty attempt at making you mad. It was the least you could do to spice up the night. Although the show he put on with the girl on the dance floor didn’t upset you in the least, you were sure he would be affected if the roles were reversed. Two could play at that game, even if you secretly knew that this would ultimately be a poor excuse for hooking up with someone for the night. 

You smirked to yourself while you scanned the crowd of bodies, needing to find someone who’d hit him right where it hurts, he deserved it after all. Your eyes immediately caught another pair, those of a person who’d make for a perfect target. Jeon Jeongguk.

Popular athlete, leader of the frat, host of the party and not to mention, attractive. The guy fulfilled all of the qualities your ex lacked and surely would make him weep like a little baby at night because you deserved better than him, which wouldn’t be a lie. You weren’t a nobody in your class, owning a fair share of popularity gave you a striking social life. Apart from your captivating personality, came the out-of-this-world beauty. 

This was another reason you didn’t take time to second guess your plan, you knew any guy would feel rather accomplished to even breathe your air, let alone have a night with you. You had an unmatched ability to coin any man, even those like pretty boy Jeon. Undoubtedly the perfect woman, it’d make for a great achievement to boast about to the guys lining up at your feet for a chance. 

So you began to strut towards Jeongguk, watching the smug smirk on his face grow as the distance between the two of you grew. “Eyed me long enough, usually they crawl over immediately after seeing me stare back. Almost thought I’d have to break the tradition and approach you first” He joked through the loud music.

“How sweet of you” You sneered, lightly hitting his chest with the back of your manicured hand before stretching it out towards him. “Wanna dance?” 

“Thought you’d never ask” He smiled, taking your hand in his and letting you drag him to the dance floor. Pushing your way through the sea of sweaty bodies that reeked of alcohol, you were able to find a spot to dance with Jeongguk in.

Giving your ex a clear view, you pressed your back into the boy behind you, wrapping your arms around his neck and sensually moving your body against him. His hands lowered to your waist, taking a firm hold of it when he felt you begin to grind against him.

He lowered his head down to your ear, close enough to whisper so you could hear him easier over the blaring speakers. “Dude in front of us will not stop shooting daggers at me, babe” 

You ceased your actions to turn around and face him, loosely snaking your hands around either side of his neck and cocking your head, “I know, ‘s why im doing this” You chuckled. He brought a hand up to his chest to feign offense, “So you’re telling me that pretty girl is using the Jeon Jeongguk to her advantage?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, are you gonna help me or not?” You asked, needing to know if he was still okay with this going forward. “Wanna see how upset he can get?” He smiled, eyes darting down to your plump, glossy lips. “Mmm, show me” 

With that, he pressed his lips into yours, satisfied with how you immediately melted into the kiss. The taste of your cherry-flavored gloss overwhelmed his senses, almost forgetting what all of this was about. Similar to him, any thought of your original plan was out the window, solely focusing on basking in his sweet taste. Your lips moved in sync, molding together perfectly. 

The two of you knew of each other but never took the chance to pay much attention. You were too focused on yourself to enter the dating world, as he was too busy with his sports to do the same. But this kiss, this kiss was enough to show the both of you what you had missed out on. It didn’t take much for the two of you to crave more.

The slight nibble on his lower lip had him rubbing his clothed length on you, causing you to pull him even closer to deepen the kiss. You slowly pulled away, desperate for air but not yet wanting to break the kiss. He looked so pretty above you, swollen lips and big doe eyes silently pleading to be kissed again. Just as he was about to lean in again, you pressed a finger to his lips, “Not here.” 

He cocked a brow in confusion, following you upstairs into an empty bedroom nevertheless. You were quick to continue the kiss, swiftly locking the door and pushing his back into it. You swirled your tongue around his, swallowing the breathy moans he let out. Your leg came up in between his own, firmly propping it against his crotch as he began to grind down on it.

The feel of his hard-on made your stomach flip and you suddenly found yourself asking Jeongguk permission to remove his shirt to which he agreed. Immense pleasure shot through him as his tip rubbed against your thigh, rapidly bringing him down from the short high he was on.

“W-wait Y/n..” He pulled back, “He isn’t here anymore” his puzzled look made you snicker at his oblivion. “What, did you want an audience?” You asked, watching his chest heave up and down at the feel of your leg still pressed against him. You cupped his cheek, lifting his gaze towards you, “This stopped being about him as soon as you kissed me” You inched your knee higher, “But we can stop if this is outside of your intentions.” your finger grazed his cheek affectionately, watching him melt into your touch.

“No! I mean… No, it’s alright..” He confirmed, brushing the stray hairs out of your beautiful face. Fighting the urge to kiss him, you focused on getting comfortable. “Go sit on the bed and take your pants off, baby” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting him go on to follow your instruction, watching him sit against the headboard and quickly remove his pants along with his Calvin Klein boxers.

His pretty cock sprung out, thick veins leading to the swollen red tip that grazed his lower belly. You walked towards the foot of the bed, helping you get a more direct view of Jeongguk’s figure. “Want you to touch yourself for me, yea?” You asked, smiling at the compliant nod you received. You began to unzip the back of your corset-like top, letting it fall to the floor exposing your perky tits.

Content with Jeongguks reaction, who eyed you down with his bottom lip caught in his teeth while he gave a light squeeze to his length, you began to slowly slide your skirt down. You made sure to wiggle your hips a bit, adding to the show you were putting on for him. Once your skirt was fully discarded, you pulled down the skimpy pair of red laced panties you’d purposely worn for tonight, not knowing that the boy who’d be lucky enough to see them would be Jeongguk. 

You walked over to the side of the bed as he followed you with his eyes, watching you climb the bed and sit on his lap, close enough to his cock that he could almost feel the heat radiating from your core. He instinctively bucked his hips up, searching for your touch after he let his hand fall to his side. “Eager baby?” You asked before he mumbled a quiet “Yes.”

Your hand came down to his cock, using the thick glob of precum that had gathered on his tip to easily glide your hand up and down his shaft. He threw his head back at the way your hand worked around him, pressing your fingers into his weak spots like you’d done this with him before. “Right the-ahh” You ripped a whiny moan from his mouth by brushing your fingers under the head of his cock, showing you he no longer cared about who could hear him, if they even could.

Unable to keep his hands to himself at this point, he brought one down to grip the side of your hip, while the other trailed up to cup your breast. He rubbed the hardened bud, making your hand fasten its pace on his cock. “Wan’ you” He looked up at you with glossy eyes, never breaking eye contact as he leaned down to latch his wet tongue onto your nipple, swirling his wet tongue around your soft skin.

You sucked air through your teeth at the sensation, bringing your free hand to run your fingers through his wavy locks while you stared in admiration at the state you had him in. So compliant and malleable under you, ready to pleasure you at any moment yet so needy for the bliss of his own. “Just like that Gukkie..”

A combination of your moans and the sound of your hand tugging on his cock filled the room as he progressively began to leak more, a sign that he would come soon. His breaths became arrhythmic while his chest pressed flush against yours, hearing him become more vocal by the second.  

As much as you’d like to watch him whine around your tits while he came undone beneath you, your core was aching for his thick cock to fill you up. “Uh uh,” you tutted, ripping your hand away from him and chuckling at his protesting mewls, “Inside” You caught his lips in your mouth, slowly using your hand to guide his cock. You hovered above him, allowing your arousal to drip down his shaft. “Ride me, y/n, p-please” He choked out, not needing to say more before you sharply sunk down on his cock. 

He felt his breath hitch in his throat and limbs turn into jelly as his cock entered your plush walls, growing slightly dizzy at the feel of your immense wetness coating his shaft. Due to contrary belief, he wasn’t too much of a ladies man. Being too immersed in his studies and sports, he only had time for a casual hookup every once in a while. Despite his lack of exposure to women, he swore that it couldn’t get better than you. The way you so pleasantly sucked his cock into your tight pussy had him seeing stars, leaving him an incoherent mess of babbles underneath you.

As for you, the stretch his girthy cock had offered you was unmatched. The position you were in had his tip grazing your G-spot every time you bounced on his length. You had set a gentle pace, not wanting to make Jeongguk cum before you could do it together. Your stomach was already feeling hot and tight for sure, but at the same time, you wanted to see how much Jeongguk could take. 

At this point, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer before he suddenly bucked his hips up, earning a moan-gasp mixed with both pleasure and surprise. “Can’t s-stop.” He feverishly moved against you, causing your hands to land on his shoulders for balance purposes.

The headboard rocked against the wall while you attempted to sputter a “Keep going, be a good boy and make me cum” as his cock continue to drill into your insides. “Feel so good” He cried out, screwing his eyes shut as he felt his seed eager to spill into you. “L-love your pussy.. Love how you feel a-around me, could do this for hours” He whimpered, fucked so out of his mind that the only thing he could think of was your cunt and nothing else. “Yea?” you breathed out, “Gonna make me cum around your cock?” You asked.

“F-fuck mhmm, gonna-” He threw his head back, unable to even keep talking. “Look at you baby, can’t even form a sentence. Do your friends know what a whore you are in bed?” You grabbed his chin to raise his face to yours, “Cum with me.” And with that, he was pumping his load deep into your pussy while it mixed with your own essence, making the fluids messily run down his balls and thighs.

It still wasn’t enough for him to halt his movements, feeling like he couldn’t get enough of you. Even through stuttering hips, he continued to pound his cock into your sensitive cunt. It wasn’t until you tapped his bicep to let him know that the pleasure was fading into pain, that he finally came back to his senses and slowed his thrusts until coming to a full stop.

You let your weak body fall on top of his, feeling his big arms wrap around you while he gently pulled out his cock. The two of you took your time to come down from your highs, needing to catch your breath for a minute. He was still feeling the aftershocks of overstimulating himself while trying to recover from the trance you had put him under. Your fingers soothingly rubbed circles on his skin, whispering a light “You okay?” against him. He hummed in response and held you tighter, before feeling your body vibrate on top of him as you broke out in giggles.

“What?” He smiled, watching you lift up your head to face him. “Nothing, just didn’t expect you to go all pussy-drunk on me” You leaned down to kiss his rosy-tinted cheeks. “What can I say, takes a special one to unlock that side of me.” He grinned, showing his bunny teeth even after you had wrecked him. “How flattering.” You leaned back down to lay your head on his chest, wanting to spend some time with him before the night ended.

Even if the two of you knew this wouldn’t be the last of it.

A/N: wake up babe cherigu posted

illicit photography (final)•jjk

Pairing: University!Student Jungkook X Professor!Reader 18+M   Word count: 7.7 K {photography student!au} 11/24/2019 Warnings: *trigger warning*   mentions of self harm, panic attacks, anger, heavy angst, betrayal, medical drug injections, manipulation, loss of control, mentions of blood, allusions to depression, explicit, raw sex, edging, nipple play, masterbation, biting, teasing, anal, butt plug, rimming, multiple orgasms, sub!jungkook, dom!reader, babyboy!jungkook, noona!kink, spitting (sorry if I left any out, please read with care) Synopsis: You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

A/N: thanks to my boo bear @httpjibooty​ for helping me sort this out after I wrote it while on medication LMAO! Please leave me love <3

**Here it is, the final installment.  I struggled so much with how to put this out.  I didn’t want it to end.  Thank you to everyone who loved it and supported me.  I hope you’re happy with the ending.**

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt. 6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt. 9 - final 

EPILOGUE 1- 2

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When you had come to Yoongi’s house you didn’t expect to see him so broken.  He loved his career so much, and seeing him like this made you ache for him.  The worst part was that Jungkook wasn’t looking very good at the moment.  It was hard to say whether or not he would take things to such an extreme, but for some reason, you couldn’t deny it completely.  He had always been jealous of everyone, and keeping him under control was becoming a more difficult task.

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▹ pairing: Jeongguk x reader ▹ genre: smut [sub!jeongguk] just filth all around ▹ word count: 4,235 ▹ a/n: thank you @bvngtvns​ for helping me think of an actual vague-ish storyline for this collection and for encouraging this smut-fest, and thank you @taequility​ for putting up with my disgusting ass + screaming about sub jjk with me ily

You decide to have a little fun with a remote controlled toy in class and Jeongguk will do anything for his relief.

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Ink And Blood | jjk (m)

Teaser for Ink And Blood. Stay tuned for the series.

Pairing : slave!jungkook x mistress!female

Genre : smut, romance, au, 16+

Warnings : sub!jungkook, sub!male, fem!dom, mafia!female, mistress as a title, oral (f!receiving), slight choking, self-suffocation with pussy, dirty talk, slight body worship (f!receiving), praise for gukkie, he cries because he misses her so much, he cums untouched.

Word count : 2.9k

Author's note : Stay tuned for Ink and Blood. It's a series and will be published after a while. This is a standalone chapter and a teaser for Ink and Blood, Jeon Jungkook.

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She slowly and comfortably climbs onto the kitchen counter, impressed by how clean it is.

"You know?...", She gestures him to come over to her with her pointer finger and he makes small steps towards her. Hesitant but also excited for what she has in mind.

The moment he comes into her grasp, she wraps her slender fingers around the material of his shirt to bring him flush against her.

She lightly grazes her lips along his ear lobe, sending shivers down his spine.

"You have been such a brat since I've been back yesterday", a sensual whisper in his ear is all it takes for him to let his lips go agape and eyes shut.

He focuses on the feeling of her lips on his skin. She gently bites down on his creamy skin before continuing.

"Such a tease...", deprived of her for a few weeks because of her nature of work, he has missed her dominance, the way he slips into subspace so easily with a mere graze of her fingers across his burning skin, the way she manipulates his body with no hesitation, her deep seductive voice made him go to heaven. She wanted nothing but to absolutely ravage him and he wanted absolutely nothing but to let her.

"Tell me, what's on your mind, hmm?", She asks him in false curiosity. Her lips wander off on his neck and press a chaste kiss to his Adam's Apple He gulped deeply before answering her.

"I wanna please you, mistress", he whined, a needy tone in his pitch. She just hummed, already knowing what he wanted all along. He is very transparent and she was not dumb to not know what he wanted when his actions suggested everything his words couldn't.

She released his shirt and pushed him forward gently with an order on her lips.

"Remove your clothes and get on your knees."

He gulped as she leaned against the white abstract marble, fingers curling around the edge, palms flat against it.

He started to strip himself of his clothing, popping each button slowly. The sinful gaze she had on him didn't waver for so much as a second, watching him with a mischievous glint which made him want to fall to his knees and worship her, solely and only to see more of that mischief in her eyes.

After he unbuttoned his shirt, it layed motionless on his shoulders for a moment before he moves slightly for the useless fabric to fall and pool at his feet.

His chest comes into sight and she smirks at those beautiful abs, as if sculpted by the gods themselves.

Her eyes flickered down to his pants with a smirk, gesturing him to remove it and he does so quickly. His fingers dip into the hem of the fabric before tugging them down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side.

Only left in his boxers, his hands clasp together in front of him as he looks up to her. He wanted her to be proud of him.

He terribly missed her the past few months. Only left with memories of past dirty doings. He wanted to be used, truly and thoroughly. Degraded into a piece of nothing, by no one but her.

Afterall, it was what he was born and bought to do. Yes, she bought him. Why? To get laid, obviously.

Being a mafia has its advantages, sure but it also requires you to be secretive. Nobody to trust. A mafia can't go around fucking whoever she wants to. She'd have to kill all of them.

So, she had bought the most demanded slave of the industry, Jeon Jungkook.

A million dollars were spent on him and from knowing him for the past year, she could tell he was worth much more than how much he was bought for.

He was a slave by heart was the rumor at that time. All the most famous and dangerous mafia leaders had used him and threw him away, never forgetting to give feedback which was always positive. Amazing.

In all fancy dinners, Jeon Jungkook became the topic for small talk. 'Omg! Did you ever buy Jungkook? Throw Taemin away and get this whore. He obeys, respects, honors, anything you want him to do'

Wanting to know what all the drama was about this person, she went to an auction where he was supposed to be sold. And Oh My God... He was perfect. Pretty, handsome, adorable. Her ideal submissive.

She couldn't help but buy him. One would be dumb if they wouldn't.

Ever since that day, she couldn't let go of him. He was a genuine stress reliever. After a long day, there wasn't one thing he couldn't give her. A massage, a bath, an orgasm, satisfaction, you name it.

"Mistress...", He speaks. Popping her out of her bubble. Her eyelids flutter as she blinks, then smiles. He was right in front of her, a few steps forward than before.

His head leans front, breath fanning against her neck. Tilting her head to the side, she hums when he places wet, open-mouthed kisses on her jawline.

"What is it, miss?"

He was curious so as to know what made her zone out. Typical adorable curiosity but she knew he'd be fine if she didn't tell him. That he wouldn't fiddle with buisness that wasn't his. Afterall, she could have been thinking of work which might or might not be confidential but that didn't mean he wouldn't ask.

He had always been like this. Not only her slave but, a friend, a confidant. She knew she could always count on him, trust him and confide in him. She also knew that he wouldn't insist if she didn't allow him the knowledge of what went on in her head. If he can't relax her by letting her talk to him, vent to him - he'd find other ways to comfort her. That was the relationship between both of them.

"You, baby. You are all I ever think about", eyes hooded, voice filled with lust, she spoke. Jungkook almost moaned at just the sound of her voice.

Placing her hands on his lower abdomen, she rubbed on his well-shaped abs. She felt it flex under her touch.

She goes gradually lower, massaging his waist and hips. He wanted to inquire more on what she was thinking about but was too blissed-out from the feel of her hands on him. It's just been too long but in Jeon Jungkooks handbook, even an hour is too long so you really can't go according to this man.

"Mistress...", His light moans filled with desperation occupy the sultry air. He rests his head on her shoulder when she grabs his cock. Tenderly moving up and down, feeling him throb and grow even more harder in her hand.

"Hmm, that's enough", she decides and pulls her hands above his shoulders and pushes down. "On your knees, needy boy"

He obliges quick, resting his knees on the cold, hard floor. It didn't matter, the discomfort didn't matter because he felt his world spiral up and down, left and right the minute he got a whiff of her arousal. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed.

He clasps his hands at his back and looks up to her, lightly shaking his head to rid his hair shadowing down on his face and obstructing his view of her.

She does him a favour and combs her fingers through his hair. He hums in content and closes his eyes and smiles like a puppy when she scratches his scalp with her burgundy coloured nails.

Her fingers remain buried in his hair for a few more moments, she lets him enjoy the bliss as she pets him affectionately, but not for long.

She combs his hair back and holds it there. "That's enough now. Get to work darling."

Guiding him to her, she doesn't miss the way a desperate moan rumbles in the back of his throat from her caring, but firm order.

His lips touch her thighs first, he knows her preference all too well. He kisses, basically worships her thighs. Kissing and licking and sucking. He knows she likes hickeys on her thighs, especially on her thighs.

She doesn't waver her gaze from the man in the middle of her legs. It was just too much of a sight to miss out on.

"Mistress...", He called out with nothing particular in mind to say but if asked, he would say she was beautiful.

His hands started shaking behind his back slightly. Fuck, it has been a month since he's been on his knees for her. 30 whole days. She got him addicted to the feeling of her on his tongue and then dissapeared for a month and there was nothing he could say, he couldn't complain.

"Mistress...", His voice had a slight tremor. He felt like crying.

"Shh... Baby calm down. How you gonna please me if you're sniffling?", She brushed her fingers gently through his hair in comfort. Even though he didn't make a noise, she still knew that he was breaking apart. She knew him like he knew her.

"Mistress..."

That did it. She pulled his lips off from her skin and cupped his face in her soft palms. How they remain soft even after handing knives and daggers is still a mystery to him. She runs her thumbs on the underside of his eye, smiling.

"It's been a month, Miss", his voice broke.

"For a first Jeon, it was necessary. You know my field of work. You've lived your whole life being exposed to it, yea?"

His head bops in a nod. "Yes Miss."

"And for a second,...", The caring and understanding look on her face fades to a sultry one. Pupils widening, and eyes pointing that look. Salacious and hungry. Her tone deeper, more seductive.

"You do not know the amount of times I touched myself in that one month, my sweet, sweet bunny", she exhaled deep. Hands sliding down from his cheek to his jawline, rubbing down with her palm and oggling.

"Really, Miss?", he interrupted. He looked beyond happy at hearing that from her. Knowing that he had the same effect on her as she had him.

"Yes my love. Just in and out, imagining it was your tongue. Thinking it was you who was that desperate to taste me", she felt herself getting more wet just from thinking about it. Her hands sliding further down to his neck, obstructing his breath to a little so he wouldn't interrupt this time.

"No one and I mean, no one. Has got me that... Ravenous"

He gulps, she can feel it by her palm. He wanted to cuss. So bad but he couldn't. He wouldn't. It was the very first rule of hers. No cussing. No bad words. He didn't get why but he obliges blindly and that is what he will continue to do.

His eyes flutter closed when one of her hands come up to his face again, tracing his agape lips. Her other palm putting a little more pressure on his throat, cutting off the blood supply to his brain. His mind was getting dizzy.

"These sordid lips, oh god the things you do in between my thighs makes me beyond turned on. So stop crying and talking and get to fucking work", she drags her hands from his face to his hair and pushes him into her. He whimpers, her indecent confession playing with his mind in the best ways. Getting him giddy in the head and hard in the dick.

He kisses her first, lipping gingerly, he gains pressure and speed to a little when her hands press his head harder against her. He licks up and down, head bopping along. Her eyes close and her head tips back.

He moans into her and she hums at the vibrations that course throughout her body. He shakes his head, wanting to go deeper, deeper into her. Dick twitching more than frequently in his cotton boxers and mouth working aggressively to please her, to try and make up for the past month.

His lips wrap around her clit and suck oh so gently, he moans into her again and again, not being able to hold it in. His dick oozes precum, staining the cloth.

"Oh god...", There it is, the moans that he wanted from her and the desperation that she wanted from him. Oh how she craved it when she was laying alone and horny in her bed in a 5-star hotel. Luxurious but no one to devote it on. The amount of times she just felt like taking a spontaneous flight back home just to feel his tongue on her pussy, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to relax properly in his submission if work was undone so she calmly completed it with no disturbance. She considered bringing him along next time but he'd be a great distraction.

"Mm-hmm sweet Jesus", her hands grab the marble beneath her and her thighs wrap around the man's head, her feet coming to rest on his back. Heels pressing into his spine, her head tips back and she feels like she's on cloud nine.

He didn't stop at her, even though he could now barely breathe. He felt beyond content having his breath taken away if it was for pleasing his Mistress and bringing her to her high.

He quickened his movements, tongue fucking in and out of her, finally and nose drawing circles on her clit. He could taste her perfectly on his tongue like this and every time he took a breath, he had to smell her in. Oh my god, he loved this. He's been deprived of it for too long.

"Oh my mother of holy cow yess", She starts spewing out random nonsense, mind too clouded by arousal. She's close. He knows it. He can vaguely taste it on his tongue and he can feel it by his cheeks and temples. The muscles in her thighs tensed from her approaching orgasm.

The moment she gets too close to falling off that cliff, she grabs his head. Making her grip tighter by catching his hair in between her fingers and fucks herself onto his face. Mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut, hips moving relentlessly for a few mere seconds before her orgasm hits her.

She doesn't moan, but her mouth is wide-open but no sounds out of her. It feels so good, it took her voice away. This is what it feels like with Jeon Jungkook. She loves the feel of it.

He opens his eyes and looks at her while still sucking her folds, while she fucks herself on him. He looks at her from below. He has always loved the view of her from on his knees. Her stomach, her breasts and her neck are on always on the best angle from there. His dick twitching, it aches. She is so beautiful.

He watches as her body relaxes after a minute or so, panting, her chest heaving up and down. She releases her hold on his hair and on his head. Resting her shaking thighs back on the blue-white marble. She places her palms on the surface and leans back slightly with the support of it.

His mouth leaves her pussy with a squelch and he starts panting, finally being able to breath. He closes his eyes shut and moans as his dick spurts out white liquid. Untouched. Oh my. He rocks his hips front, grinding into the air, searching for some kind of friction.

He grabs the marble under her ass to somewhat ground himself and rests his head on the back of his hand, still panting and moaning while his orgasm washes over him like water. Calming and relaxing with a hint of overwhelming.

She chuckles languidly from over him and he can barely hear it from the cloudiness of his fading climax.

"Everytime!", She says cheerfully but lazily. "Everytime, I cum and you look like you have."

She chuckles again and looks down where Jungkook is looking up at her with large doe eyes and swollen lips. The bottom half of his face is stained temporarily with her cum but it looks like neither of them mind.

"Mistress...", He is whimpering from his sensitive phallus.

"Oh no...", She smiles and cups face with one hand. "Don't tell me"

Her hand wraps in his hair gently and pushes him back. His upper body moves to the back, making his crotch area visible to her. Her eyes hesitantly go from his eyes to down, down where there is a surprisingly big wet stain on the cloth.

Quickly, she embraces him to her stomach. Petting his hair tenderly, she places a kiss on the crown of his head.

He came... While pleasing me.

She thinks to herself about how much he must have yearned for her.

"My sweet, sweet boy. It's okay. I'm here now"

"I really missed you, mistress", he was sobbing into her. Needless to say, she comforted him into the night.

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Ink and Blood (Masterlist)

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Ink and Blood - Teaser

#1 Breakfast - Dove Cameron 

#2 Betrayers Get Killed 

#3 An Auction (Not Available Yet)

#4 Taking Him Home (Not Available Yet)

--not decided how many parts im going for--sorry--

Ink and Blood | jjk | m

Masterlist [Chapter 01 : Breakfast - Dove Cameron]

Genre : mafia, angry femdom smut, content

Warnings : mafia, mistress as a title, bondage, rough scene, self-degradation, scene with two enemies, body-kicking, smegsy music 🎶💋, jungkook does nothing but get coffee for her in this chapter, bold woman, mentions of shooting and bullets, cussing, kneeling, sibling grieving, character angst.

Wordcount : 3.1k

A\N : wtf this begins. im sorry for the wait 😢 enjoy tho!!!

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You're smoke in my hair...

"Mistress...", The bound boy on his knees in the middle of the room whimpers. The desperation on his face adding to the dimmed red aesthetic of the room.

The aforementioned Mistress walks over, hips swaying from left to right. She ambles over from the speakers at the corner of the room. The song she set, Breakfast by Dove Cameron, playing in the background at a pleasant volume so the music isn't too dulled out and their voices are also audible enough.

"You shouldn't be so needy, my darling..", her fingers grazes over his face. He leans into her touch but it fades a little too fast for his taste.

So you wanna talk about power?

He whines in frustration as her figure disappears behind him. She bends down and plays with the rope binding his arms back and wrapping around his ankles comfortably. His hips jut out back, wanting more of her touch. But she doesn't grant him his wish.

The beat drops.

She unties the rope halfway through before she pulls.

Hard.

Tightening the restriction. "Wha..", his mind fuzzes out in confusion as the blood going to his brain plummets.  Doesn't she always want her submissives to be tied up cozily? Her bondages are never too tight. Maybe she... wants a harder, rougher scene this time? But still...

I eat boys like you for breakfast.

"You're such a naughty boy, aren't you?", She growls into his ear. His eyes flutter closed in humiliation. "Yes Mistress."

"Say it.", She tightens the rope that much more. Leaving him feeling suffocated from the neck down.

But I'm gonna keep doing it.

"I'm such a n-naughty boy, Mistress", he manages with slurred words.

"Yes exactly."

She tightens it then and ties it, leaving it firm when she lets go. She pulls on the entire knot contraption... With more anger, than arousal.

"So tell me, my naughty boy... The goods that were supposed to reach Japan and connect with mine, ended up landing in Italy. Normally, according to your reputation, such mistakes don't happen. Interceptions don't happen. And from what I see, it was targeted and not a mistake."

She states in a feigned sweet voice, the thunder clearly rumbling behind it.

Lemme show you.. power.

"So tell me, what exactly are they doing there in Italy? What about the contract you signed? You're gonna sell the goods to some big-shot over there and absolutely ditch the deal we made. Aren't you?"

His mind ran. Trying to make sense of everything in his mushed up brain.

It makes me feel alive.

"When you can ditch the deal and break the contract, so can I."

And I know that you tried your bestest.

She stands up and kicks his body to the side. Her heels click against the floor as she walks over to her phone. Making a quick call.

"James come get this bastard. I'm so furious that I feel like fucking pissing on him," She groans, her other hand massaging her temples.

On the other side of her phone, James, Mistress's assistant, and a few other trained operatives were resting at the waiting area of the hotel in front of the reception table. They start to the floor that she was in currently. "Come on boys. It's time", James tells them as he leads them on. His words are heard through through the other line to her. He takes a moment to go over everything before replying to her.

You're smoke in my hair.

Hot and dirty like the L.A air.

"He'll probably enjoy it Mistress", he chuckles on the other end, his words making the treacherous woman smirk out of spite for the weak man still laying bound and helpless a few feet behind her, groaning in pain.

I eat boys like you for breakfast. One by one hung on my necklace.

"Just come get him, idiot."

She turns, leaning against the speakers and stares at him struggling on the floor. Watches his cock slowly soften. Watches his disgusting form just laying there, still at her mercy. She walks over, clicking her tongue and kicks his side again.

"You're useless", it's directed at the whimpering mess at her feet.

"Urgh I can't stand the sight of him", she directs this at James and just at that moment, the door of the sexclub hotel room opens and men dressed in black pop in and check the room languidly before dragging the bastard out of the room and out of her sight, just like requested.

But I'm gonna keep doing it..

The song ends, finally some well-needed silence filling the room. Seems like that song gave just enough time for her to complete the task.

James ambles over to her after giving a specific instruction to one of the men dressed in black.

"Thanks James. I'll be in my office in an hour. Lock that bastard in a small room. Don't give him a comfortable place to sleep in, no water or snacks, he can handle an hour.  Don't remove the ropes. And get him face-to-face with me at the office in exactly an hour. Do your interrogation later. He isn't allowed to talk."

She orders before walking right past him. He mumbles a "Yes Mistress", that he knows she acknowledged.

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In exactly an hour, she's back at the office. In 56 minutes to be accurate. She's bathed and dressed in a loose brown dress and a patterned maroon pencil skirt.

She groans. Sighs and melts into her cushioned chair while balancing a stack of files. She drops them onto her cherrywood office table.

"Finally."

She spreads all of the files and pinned-together papers on the surface, her eyes skim over the nomenclature of each file and paper before she decides on one and stacks up everything else and shoves it to the side.

The chosen file gets to be thoroughly read through by her. She leans back on her swivel chair with her eyes glued to the words on the paper.

Jungkook sits at the brown leather couch at the far end of the room. Hands clasped at his front, eyes and mind awaiting an order. He knows she always has one.  After about 10 minutes, she has completed reading it and processing the content. A sigh leaves her mouth.

"Jungkook?", She calls while staring at the man's photo on the file. Jungkook picks up his head and beams at her with a smile. "Darling, can you get me some coffee?", She doesn't quite look at him.

He has got an order to execute.  Ecstatic as ever, he stands, bows and exits the room and into the office kitchen. Jasmine, seated comfortably at the reception area, looks at him and chuckles. That is about the attention he gets as he dashes to make his Mistress a cup, no- mug of coffee.

She happens to be a coffee addict. Living with her for a few months has brought him some minimal personal information about her. Even though she is addicted to coffee, she doesn't quite go crazy when caffeine isn't in her system. She can let go of any addiction because she has got the determination it takes. Withdrawals are a little hard, even for her but she grits her teeth and gets through like anybody else.

Back to the bold woman at her office. She looks at the closed door for half a moment before before her fingers press down on the grey button paired with a tiny speaker at the near-corner of the table.

"Inform James to bring him in, Jasmine", she orders before slouching back in her chair. She wanted to put her feet up on the desk and close her eyes for a minute but that isn't very professional, is it?

Jasmine is her assistant. So is James. James handles more...field missions and Jasmine handles desk ones. One that included paperwork. Jasmine is a patient lady, more of a motherly figure. Jasmine is always behind a desk doing something or the other. Moral and diligent in her work.

James has a bit of a temper but he tweaked his brain to not let it possess him. Anger and frustration makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. So he trained his mind to not let it. He had an agile body and could think quick on his feet and on the battleground.

James and Jasmine happened to be twins. How they ended up in Mistress's office as her staff is a story for another time.

Knock. Knock.

James hits his knuckles twice to her door, right underneath the metal plate which had the words 'Mistress Adira' embossed onto them in bold, black letters. He turns to the man whose body was still bound by the rope, his teeth grinding in what one can assume to be hate. "Behave. It's the Mistress you're about to meet."

James tells him with a blank face, pissed at his bloodshot eyes filled with hate. James was more of a brother to Adira. Hated it when someone tried anything with her. Pulled up fights and arguments with her when he felt that a decision she made was wrong. Slammed his hands on the table when he simply didn't agree with her. Screamed at people when they raised their voice at her or said something derogatory.  Once, maybe twice, shot a person straight in the head when he was screaming offensive words at her while all she did was file her nails with her feet up on her table, completely ignoring everything. She clicked her tongue when she heard the shot in the air and watched it shoot into the other mans head in her peripheral vision. Simply said, "Inform Jasmine to note it down and tell the lady to make you a coffee. You need to cool down."

Although, however protective James may act with Adira - he never calls her by the name. Maintains respect by always referring to her as 'Mistress', or 'Miss'. Never says anything offensive to her just because he's angry. He simply states his reasoning as to why he doesn't come to terms with her decision. She usually shuts him out and answers him in a few sentences after his speech is done.

"You are going to kneel when you get in front of the Mistress, you get me?", James shoots a similar look of hate at him and the confined man stares at James while narrowing his eyes. Face speaking because he was banned to speak with his words. "No. I'm not going to kneel. I don't give half a fuck who she is."

"Alright then. Be like that."

Adira sits at the other side of the door, mulling over what she is to say and do to him. Her eyes closed and face titled to the ceiling. She answers the door after a long moment. "Come in!"

The door opens and James's head is bowed and hands clasped at him front. "Mistress." He greets her in an even voice.

Both of them walk ahead to her table. Settling themselves a few feet away from it. James quickly turns to the other man. "Kneel. I ain't kidding.", He hisses at him.

The man obliges, even if he is in a state of rage against both the other in the room. He hisses when his knees click against the floor. Cursing the entire world for Adira noticing his little slip-up at properly concealing his intentional redirection of goods. Normally, mistakes like those go unnoticed and even if they are noticed, gangsters suggest that it's quite negligible but he should have known who he was working with. Mistress Adira. The strictest of all. They say she's the best to work with, amusing even when you're obedient to her will but truly tortuous and cruel when you don't. He brushed them off, brushed off all of his fellow cult leaders warning him of that.

But he understands now. He understands. Because he hasn't ever been humiliated the way that she's making him feel right now.

She gets up and walks over so she's face-to-face with the both of them. "Hmm", Adira exhales through her nose and leans the small of her back to her table, also clasping both her hands to it beside her. She gestures behind her, to the table where the box-file which she was previously going through, sits. James understands and steps to the front and reaches his hand past her and picks the file up discreetly before returning to where he was standing earlier. Adira is glaring the other man down blankly. She turns to James who is opening the file.

"Read out loud", she says to which James nods. It is completely unreasonable for James to read out loud because Adira and James have meticulously gone through the file and you'd imagine that the bastard in the room knows his own criminology. But Adira wants those facts to be ebbed into his brain. She wants him to hear himself. She wants his to know in a conscious mind of everything he has done until now. Of course, she has done worse than any but she is a person who will admit all that she did. She will proudly say it and chuckle demeaningly at any who is trying to make her understand and realize how cruel she truly is and how many people it has affected. But not many are like that.

"Dominicus Jade. Aged 28. Born into a family of low-class gangsters. Brother of Dani Jade who had contacts with some of the elite mafias. She was the one that pulled him down deep into the real underworld from the surface level. Dani Jade met her end at 2017 when a group of criminals put the blame of their crime onto her and murdered her in cold blood.

After the torturous death of Dani Jade, Dominicus developed a kind of rage to prove himself in the world of Mafias that he can do well by himself without the support and contacts of his sister. He pulled himself deeper into the whirlpool of danger."

Adira heaves a breath, signal for James to stop. He does so and glances at her before directing his eyes towards the ground, bowing his head. She is still staring at the bastard, had been all this time. Adira watched as Dominicus looks at the brown of her floor, unseeing, not in respect but at the mention of his sister. Adira watched as his face fell and all that hate turned into grief.

But the second James stops speaking and Dominicus realizes where he is and what he is doing, he quickly wears the hate façade. Adira walks to him in big steps and he lifts his head and glares at her, shooting daggers from his eyes. Sad that he is tied up right now and can't do shit. Adira towers over him and grabs his chin on her palm roughly, he fights against it but her grip tightens that much more, digging her brown-coloured nails into his skin. It would surely leave marks. Her other hand raises, dragging the back of her palm tenderly against the side of his face. Her eyes follow the movement of her hand. Dominicus tries to fight the feeling of comfort from the gesture, tries to remember that she is cruel and that he should be vengeful. He is humiliated and not in a good way.

"Dani Jade", Adira states his sister's name with a firm tone. Still gripping his chin with much force and contradictorily touching his face with benevolence. Dani Jade. He tries his best not to downcast his eyes, tries his best to not let a shiver wrack through his vulnerable bind body. He gulps and does his best to not stagger at giving his most powerful glare to her. She notices all of this. She knows the relationship between siblings in her line of work. The only family you have. Yes, she has never felt it first-hand but she knows it's a weakness. Dominicus's sister can be dead or alive but he will always shake at the mention of her name. The name of the person who made him who he is. The name of the person that he will forever feel gratitude for. He fights tears.

"Hmm", Adira lets go off his chin, all that pressure she was using to stop his wiggling drops. Dominicus falls front at the momentum of it, gulping again. He tries to shake the feeling of regret for his sister, blinking in an attempt to clear his tears. It seems as if Adira knows quite some tricks.

When you remain mostly silent after mentioning the name of a person who is dead, the other person is the room who had known that person instantly becomes sad. Grieving suddenly out of the blue. But if you continue talking, the person gets over it quick. Which is why in normal situations when multiple people are conversing in a room and the name of an individual who has met their death arises, every single person in the room diverts the topic.

Switch it up. Be silent after uttering a name of someone who is dead when their beloved is present in the room, and, ta-da! You have become cruel.

And that is exactly what Adira was going for. The second James read out loud a few sentences speaking about Dani. Adira gestured him to stop and reached closer to Dominicus to see his exact reaction. The reactions always prove just how much that specific person was attached to the one that is now dead.

Adira walks past him and wraps her fingers around the doorknob and pulls. James doesn't dare look back. Adira is smiling warmly at Jungkook who is standing on the other side of the door with wide eyes, he was just about to open it. He is holding her coffee mug filled with lukewarm brown liquid. Adira had heard his footsteps to her door since it was so silent in her office and decided to open the door for him. She has to send him out anyway. She's handling private matters that don't concern him as of the moment.

"Thank you darling", Adira smiles and grabs her coffee out of his hands, "Go sit near Jasmine's table. I'll call you when I need you."

Closing the door, she stops and takes a sip. Smacking her lips together as she struts over back to her cherrywood table, placing her mug there. She smiles, "Where were we?"

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Ink and Blood Masterlist 

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Ink and Blood | jjk | m

Masterlist [Chapter 02 - Betrayers Get KILLED]

Genre: hardcore mafia femdom

Warnings: femdom, strong boss female lead, BDSM, mentions of a person's sexual preferences, verbal and physical male humiliation done by a female, humiliation of a dead sister, non-con, wax burning, bondage, gag, torture, slapping, mentions of killing, muffled screaming and begging, torture kit, mentions of knives, mentions of tasers, guns, crawling, exhibitionism, jealousy, shooting, murdering.

Wordcount: 2.5k

A\N: ngl I suffered to write the warnings and I keep forgetting to post on Tumblr lmaooo so sorry thx for reading tho <33

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"Shall I continue, Miss?", James asks and Adira doesn't reply until she's lifting her coffee mug high above her head with her lips attached to it as she drains the dregs of it. "Hm", she mumbles while placing her mug beside her at the table. "Yea. Continue. Start with Page two."

James flips the paper, ignoring the three-fourth bit left unread on Page one. Page two talks about Dominicus's sexual prowess. Adira hears and smirks when a specific part comes on. "Dominicus Jade is straight. He is a BDSM-er and is a switch. He is well-known for being a casual dom. He is rather easy-going and laid back according to many a few submissives he's been with."

James looks up and gives Adira a glance before flitting his eyes back to the paper and reading. Adira isn't leaning as much now. Standing up straight with her hands folded.

James continues. "But the rumors of him being a submissive too are not that easily brushed off. He's a dutiful sub for only a few women. He's picky with the females he chooses to dominate over him."

Adira lets out a sound that is something between a scoff and a short laugh. Resting her palms against the table now, she tips her head back and laughs in silence. When she's bending her head back up again, there's a menacing smile on her lips.

Ambling over to the man whose life is being read out to him, Adira grabs his chin and forces him to look at her yet again.

"Aww", she lets out with feigned adoration. Dragging her other hand across the side of his face with underlying cruelty yet again.

"Does being a sub for me make you feel like a little boy again?", Adira watches the red fire light in his eyes. Burning his inside and making it evident with the dark shade of onyx showing in his eyes.

She squats down, face to face with him. "Does it make you feel like how you feel when you're with your sister? Hm? Make you feel worthy of something, finally?", She teases, finishing while tilting her head innocently.

"Fuck you", Dominicus spits finally. Letting his emotions do their thing without holding back this time in fear that she might ruin him. He's already ruined and mentioning his sister never helps in any way.

"Fuck you. You know nothing of Dani. She was fucking perfect and certainly not as merciless as you are, whore."

Adira stands to her feet. Letting his face released from her grip. Any expression on her face is wiped away and her tone is flat.

"Maybe that's what got her killed."

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Knock Knock.

Jasmine taps her knuckles on Adira's office door, her eyes on her iPad.

"Come in!"

Adira shouts and Jasmine enters, still holding the doorknob. She speaks.

"Mistress, Dominicus is ready for you in the state you wanted him to be in."

Adira looks up. "Good then. I'll be there in a minute."

Jasmine nods her head and leaves the room, closing the door neatly and strutting back to her desk.

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"Hmm", Adira hums while walking ahead to a silhouette. Her body too is seen by the other as a sexy silhouette.

The singular candle brings the caved room a minimum light. It shines behind the man tied to the chair. Showing his silhouette and making him look rather godly because of the light shining behind him.

Adira walks past him and grabs the burning white wax candle. "You", she points at him with the candle. It makes some of the wax drip to the floor but that seems to be the least of her concerns as of the moment.

"You are a betrayer."

Walking around the caved area, she uses the already lighted candle and touches the flame of it to the wick of the other candles and lights them up. The room becomes more and more bright with every candle she lights up.

The candle that was previously glowing behind him and which is now in her hand and being used to light every other candle is almost at the end. The candle has barely an inch of wax left.

Sighing delicately so she doesn't burn out the flame, she ambles over to him. "Drip drip drip."

She pours the melting wax onto his shoulders. Muffled sounds launch out of his gagged mouth on instinct, body shaking and trying to escape viciously.

"Aww. Poor Dominicus."

Grabbing his chin, she says it in a way that leaves tears to come out of his eyes. Both of the burning pain and haunting humiliation.

The wax candle was certainly not made for dripping over someone's body and that is exactly what Adira is going for.

And yes, there are specific candles made for BDSM purposes. People are just too kinky, including Adira of course.

She bends the candle back up again and the muffled groans of stinging pain stop to an extent. Sighing again, she blows out the flame and discards the barely-left candle, tossing it to the side.

"Oh, I've missed torturing the life out of someone. These caves are so precious to me."

She gestures widely to the curved walls of the area. They were haunting to any eye but for her... She would term them as precious.

Adira hums again. "Betrayers in our line of work... Guess what happens to them?"

She walks over to them and pulls the leather of the ball gag down. "Go on little boy, tell me what happens to such people."

"I, I", he stutters for air. Panting, brain racing. Before Dominicus can register it, there's a sharp stinging pain in his cheek. It leaves his muscle red, a hiss erupting from his mouth. The ball gag is back in his mouth again, and his tongue rolls against the plastic of it. Groaning at the lost freedom again.

Adira is clicking her tongue and walked around, turning her back to him. "You didn't answer early enough."

She turns to face him then, running a hand through her open hair. "It's okay. I'll tell you."

Grabbing his chin, she pulls his eyes to meet hers. "They get killed."

Her eyes are villainously wide and the corners of her lips are tugged up in a wild smile.

"But... Oh, but we don't let you off that easily here. Oh no. Not a chance", her fingers trace his jaw. Dominicus's widened eyes flick back and forth from her face to her fingers on his face in panic and fear. 

"I'm going to torture you. Have fun with you and then. We'll see if I'm done or if I want the game to last a little longer."

Muffled screams and begs for freedom leave Dominicus's mouth. "Hm? What? Can't hear you there darling?"

Adira tucks her hair behind her ear and leans in, in a fake attempt to listen.

If one would concentrate, you could hear the faint choked word stop coming out of his vocal cords. Adira chose to ignore that.

"What? You're a slut for exhibitionism?", Adia speaks, making his words up for her convenience.

"Say it a bit louder baby", She chuckles deeply. Walking backward with a sadistic smile on her face. She says no words as she walks behind him. There's a torture kit behind Dominicus.

Knives of different sizes and thicknesses, tasers, scissors, and something which looked similar to a pizza cutter. Her favorite.

There was a set of guns right beside those. Guns, glocks, rifles, etc...

Adira picks up the standard, the intimidating gun you see in movies. She's sure Jungkook would like this. Hands wrapped around it, she opens a drawer. Taking a loaded magazine.

She opens it and tucks her fingernail beneath the first bullet, and pop! The black piece pops out of its lodging and bounces to the floor.

Adira hums.

Doing the same with the other one, she places the magazine which has two fewer bullets now, onto the surface in front of her. Cocking her gun, she pushes the magazine in and tucks the gun behind her. Hiding it at the small of her back.

"Let's take you outside", Adira unfastens the rope binding his hands together. She leans forward to whisper in his ear.

"If you run, I will find you and slice your body into pieces."

Dominicus nods repeatedly. No way is he going to run. He'd rather be at her mercy than run into town with the knowledge that he was reduced to nothing in front of her. He has a conscience too.

Adira hums and then pushes him to the floor.

"Crawl."

She struts to the door and swings it open, leaning by it and watching his body move to the exit on all fours. Hands folding, she looks at her nails. Neatly done burgundy-colored nails.

When Dominicus reaches the outside of the door, she closes the door and then rushes to the main reception area.

"Everyone!", Jasmine behind her desk picks up her head at the yell. Jungkook sitting in the waiting area opposite the reception desk does too. The rest of the Mafia gangsters sitting in the waiting area, waiting for, maybe a chance to speak to the Great Mistress herself; lift their heads at her voice.

"Everyone set your seats right because we are about to witness the greatest show of the city."

Adira has a wide smile, her spine straight, shoulders back, chin up, and palms meeting each other in front of her diaphragm. She stands in the posture her mother drilled into her. A posture that is now rather subconscious for her.

Dominicus follows behind her, on all fours, now beside her with his head down.

Jungkook is looking at the happiness on Adira's face, it's a sadistic smile. He's aware but he feels weirdly jealous that he doesn't get to be the reason for that sadistic pleasure on her lips.

His face is contorted in anger at the man below Adira, can't he take up his place? Jungkook gets to be her slave but she never treats him like one. He's confused about what to feel about that but for now, he's jealous of Dominicus.

Jasmine hurries out of her desk, pulls her chair out, and places it a few feet in front of Adira, Jasmine settles herself on it.

Jungkook follows suit. The other Mafias sit where they are but with their attention on the superior woman gangster who is nothing but an anchorwoman at the moment. For said performance.

James is closing the door of the training room, walking across the reception area, where the people have collected, to get to the bathroom.

He looks towards the people and Adira standing beside a helpless man he recognizes.

James whispers to his sister. "What's happening?", While pulling out a chair and sitting next to her. Jasmine shrugs and points to Adira.

"This man right here," Adira points to Dominicus. "...is ready to do whatever you or I want. So shoot your requests and call your desires."

There's that glint in her eyes, Jungkook notices. That glint in her eyes lights like a fire when he shows himself to her.

Jungkook is supposed to be the one who'll do whatever Adira wants. That's what slaves are for so what's she doing with this mere human who holds no stature in front of her?

Jungkook is fuming up and Adira notices. Obviously. Nothing goes around her without her acknowledgment. But as always, she chooses to ignore it.

"Show his ass", Jasmine shoots a demand cockily. The tiny crowd goes, "Ooooh~", at her direct demand.

"Oh, you're very deceptively innocent, Miss Jasmine. I keep my end of the word though."

Adira turns to Dominicus. "Turn", her voice is deep, Alto tones ringing in the room and Jungkook's head. She never talks like that to him. She's sweet with him. She's nicer than most with him. He's still confused about how he feels about that.

Dominicus whimpers a no. Jungkook scoffs audibly. Doesn't he understand yet that no one can say no to her? She's a Mistress for a goddamned reason. Comply or you die. It's simple really.

"Turn and show your cute little butt to everyone or else...", Adira's voice is deeper and Dominicus gulps. Turning obediently and pulling down his pants, resting the elastic right at the curve of his ass.

Adira hums praisingly and turns to Jasmine. "I've seen better."

Adira agrees with a chuckle and then turns to the rest of the crowd. "Any other requests?"

"Kill him."

Jungkook spits in furious jealousy.

Silence prevails over the room.

Adira smirks.

She expected that outburst. Jungkook slaps a hand over his face when he realizes he spoke his thoughts.

"I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean that-", Jungkook fumbles but she cuts him off.

"Oh, no baby. I've told you before, never apologize if not asked. And that is a request I can oblige with", she reaches behind as she speaks, wrapping her fingers around the handle of the gun hidden at the small of her back.

She brings it in front of her and cocks it, her eyes are trained on her trusty slave. Smirk high on her face.

Adira brings it up to aim at Jungkook, her gun, if shot, would go straight through his left eye.

"Do you love me?", She asks. Jungkook gulps and doesn't answer. 

The trigger is pressed and a false shot is fired.

Compressed air, false shot. It's a no.

Jungkook's body flinches, assuming that the bullet went through his skull but he feels no pain or sting. Even if his body flinches suddenly, his eyes still drive into hers.

"Do you love me not?", Adira asks.

Jungkook is panting.

The trigger presses again, another false shot, compressed air cutting through nothing.

Jungkook curses inside his mind. It's a no again. If it's not a no or a yes, what is it?

"Do you revere me?", Adira asks. Her gun changes position. Hand moving to Dominicus beside her, she adjusts the gun to aim at his head, but with her eyes still on Jungkook.

A Mafia's peripheral vision is always on high.

The trigger presses again. This time, it's real. In a split second, the bullet goes through Dominicus's head. Hot red blood pouring out of the perfect circular hole and soiling his hair.

His dead body falls on the floor, the room listens in dead silence as the man takes his very last breath.

Jungkook gasps, eyes flitting between him and Adira. He wants to curse. But he wouldn't dare.

Adira's smirk falls, face wiped clean of any expression. She sticks her gun behind her back. Fingers under the hem of the elastic of her pants, she pulls them up once.

Then, Adira is strutting towards her office door. "Take care of the body Jasmine."

"Yes ma'am."

Adira's hand is on the doorknob when she throws her head back. She is looking at Jungkook.

His jaw is open and his pupils are blown out. Jungkook knew that she could kill anyone rather easily but damn. Seeing it in flesh is just overwhelming.

"Are you coming, Jeon?", Adira speaks over the silence in the room.

Jungkook closes his mouth and fixes his posture. "Y-yes ma'am. I'm..yea."

The door opens and she walks in, Jungkook follows behind her.

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Ink and Blood Masterlist

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Taglist : @sqandroct14 @bloodline1632 @namjooncrabs @seagulljk

🥞🧃Breakfast, is served.

Pairings: Sub!yoongi×Dom!reader

Warnings: starts fluffy, ends smutty. Thigh fuck, edging, reader has chubby thighs, mention of reader having no thigh gap (can you tell this is a self insert??) Oral, mrecieving, cum swallowing and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed any.

Genre: smut

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It was a chill thursday morning, you both have a day off due to a national holiday.

You don't ever remember the last time you and yoongi woke up in each other's arms without not having the dawning realization that you're both late due to missed alarms.

Presently, it's 11am and soft morning light seeps in through your curtains.

You wake up to his strong veiny arm around your waist and his leg swung over your hip, trapping you as the small spoon under the covers. The warmth of the covers effortlessly took you back to dreamland.

After what probably was 30 more minutes, you wake and make an effort to stay awake. Yoongi was still asleep.

"You looks so very cute right now" you think to yourself, smiling internally as you adore him in his peaceful slumber.

You feel so safe around yoongi.

Hopping off the bed, you head to the bathroom to freshen up and start your day.

After completing your morning skincare, you make way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for you and him, putting on the thriller podcast you were listening to in the background.

While you prepare the waffle batter for yourself and the pancake batter for him, you hear the shuffling of feet and a fresh-from-sleep-messy-hair-yoongi comes into view.

You look at him and make eye contact, recieving a lazy smile from him as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

You turn your attention back to the task at hand, when you feel hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder; which, quite frankly, surprised you.

Yoongi was never this affectionate so early into the start of his day. Neither were you. Which is, very understandable in itself.

What truly shocks you is when he nuzzles his head on your shoulder and lets out a hum, making your eyebrow raise in confusion.

"Whatever" you think to yourself and shrug it off, back to focusing on the breakfast when you felt his backhug tighten leaving almost no space between you two.

Then, you felt it. Something poking your underbutt.

You smirk to yourself, amused at the situation and move around a bit, "accidentally" rubbing up against yoongi.

His breathing picked up a bit.

"Love you do know, you can tell me you need me whenever wherever instead of giving signs?" You end your sentence with a chuckle; and you swore you heard a small whimper from him.

"Can I?" He asks, moments later. Yoongi's voice still raspy from the sleep.You simply nod in approval.

Your back is still to him when you hear the shuffling of clothes and the ever–familiar sound of him spitting into his own hand to use it as lube.

Positioning himself in between your thighs, he sighs due to the lack of friction simply because you chose to wear shorts to sleep last night.

This was one of those rare times you were happy that you had absolutely no thigh gap whatsoever.

Feeling him thrust up, you rub your thighs together, earning a gasp (which was more of a moan) from him.

Hearing him pant from behind you as holds onto your waist for dear life was entertaining to say the least.

Your hand reaches up to his head in the crook of your neck and your fingertips caress his scalp.

As you flip over the last pancake from the pan, you feel him nearing his climax.

"Be a good boy and hold back from it for a bit, will you?" You say in a low tone, eliciting a nod from him.

"Words baby" you warn, clenching your thighs.

"Y-yes" yoongi manages to get out between gasps.

He was so good. Listening to you when everything about his body language was begging him to cum already.

Turning off the stove, you set aside the last pancake and push him back.

He stumbles and stabilizes himself against the kitchen island, looking at you with his brows furrowed and a desperate look in his eyes.

You move towards him and get on your knees, almost eye-level with his angry pinkish-red tip smeared with his own spit and precum, awaiting stimulus.

You look up at him, only to find him looking down at you with blown out pupils and looking like he'd start crying if you edged him anymore.

Yoongi shuddered and his grip on the table counter got firmer as he felt you engulf him.

Your hot mouth welcomed him as your tongue started feeling him up, tracing the veins that adored his length.

His breaking point was when you focused on applying pressure on that specific spot under the tip. He started moaning like crazy and started thrusting up.

One of Yoongi's shaky hand reached down and gathered the hair that had fallen on your face and held it in a make-shift ponytail, gripping it firmly enough just to keep it out of the way but not pull on your roots.

Spit had started to dribble out the sides of your mouth and down your chin at this point, where you just sat and let yoongi use your throat; occasionally letting your teeth graze against it.

"Oh fuck–oh fuck—____ I'm gonna-" he tries to warn you, his words cut-off as you hum in approval, knowing what was to happen. That vibration shot straight to his dick and he came. He came with a shout of your name as his eyes crossed and rolled back.

You swallowed it, swallowed it all and wiped your lips clean.

Standing up, you grab the neckline of his white long-sleeved tshirt and pull him in for a kiss.

Yoongi let a moan slip as you playfully bit his lower lip.

"Breakfast, is served" you say as you pull away.

Spooky Bunny (m)[teaser]

‣ Pairing: Jungkook x reader (ft. Hoe!Jimin)

‣ Genre: smut, fluff, Halloween au

‣ Word Count: undetermined

‣ Warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!reader, cursing, dry humping, hand jobs, lots and lots of teasing, cross dressing (kind of? it’s Halloween so idk if it counts lololol), somewhat intoxicated sex, pegging, ass play, bondage and blindfolds bc that’s always fun, masturbation, spanking, ass play, overall just down right filthy sex w subby jk in a playboy bunny costume (oops spoilers) {to be confirmed}

↪︎ synopsis

halloween has always been your personal favorite time of year. mostly because of your friend group’s halloween tradition; choosing one another’s costumes. and it seems you’ve lucked out this particular halloween, because you’ll be picking a costume for your favorite bunny boy. and did you have something planned for him…

or

you have this reoccurring thought that jungkook would look hot as hell in a latex bodysuit, fishnet stocking, and a pair of bunny ears. and now you finally have a chance to test your theory.

RELEASE DATE: October 31st 👻🎃 9:00pm est

Mr. Slim Thick | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, high school au 

Warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!reader, language, reader has a major thigh kink oof, thigh riding, bondage, oral & fingering (m. receiving), unprotected sex, probably other stuff that I forget oops 

Summary: getting paired up with the kid with the thick thighs from your health class for a project is probably the best thing to happen to you in your high school career. 

Word Count: 7.4k 

A/N; if you’ve seen this before, its because its from my book Domination from my wattpad account Bangtanbbabies, I’ve decided to post my stories from there onto here as well just for the hell of it, enjoy my lovelies ;)

it was Monday.

and you were fucking tired.

but luckily, it was the last period of the day; health.

as usual, Jimin was talking your ear off about some guy he screwed around with at a party last weekend.

as usual, you hummed and nodded, throwing out mindless 'oh really?'s and  'that's wild's as your mind wandered to somewhere different entirely.

and as usual, your eyes were glued to the door, waiting impatiently for a certain someone to finally grace the room with their presence. and finally, he did.

your body went rigid, jaw slacking, eyes widening as Jeon Jungkook slipped into your health classroom.

his body was adorned by a complimenting pair of ripped skinny jeans that hugged his lower body in all the right places, a loose black t–shirt that was cleanly tucked into his pants, put on a teasing show of the lower part of his toned biceps, and a pair of his infamous timberlands.

"y/n."

you felt yourself falter as you took notice of the thick black belt wrapped around his waist, drawing attention to just how slim it was.

holy fucking hell.

no matter how many times you saw him, you were never able to get over just how fine he was.

when he walked past your desk, you had to remind yourself repeatedly that it would technically be conserved sexual assault if you just reached over and spanked his ass.

...unless he was into that... then you were fucking golden.

but no, you refrained from touching him inappropriately (to your own disappointment) and resorted to just watching him.

you watched as he strode gracefully through the classroom, weaving his way through the desks until he reached that of his best friend, Kim Taehyung.

you watched as he grinned at him, small, pink lips molding around the words of a greeting.

you watched as he pressed his large hands against the top of the desk, leaning his body over it slightly, putting the profile of his curvy backside on full display for your hungry eyes.

"y/n."

your tongue slid over your lips, eyes zeroing in on your personal favorite part of his gorgeous body: his thighs. those babies could crush watermelons. but you'd rather them be wrapped around your head.

"y/n!"

"jesus fuck what do you want?" you hissed, whipping around to face park jimin, your best friend of ten years. "can't you see I'm trying to enjoy the walking porn star?"

"you're drooling, perv," he rolled his eyes, "literally."

you raised your hand to your lips, "am not— oh fuck." you quickly used your sleeve to wipe off your damp chin as Jimin snorted loudly.

"do you know nothing of subtlety?"

"I'm subtle," you scowled at him defensively, hands dropping against your desk with a harsh thud that drew a few eyes in your direction.

"sure, that's the reason why the only person unaware about your little infatuation is Jungkook himself, and that's because straight dudes are stupid oblivious."

you pouted, arms crossing stubbornly over your chest, "I'm not infatuated, just interested."

"yeah, in his body."

"nuh–uh!"

"yuh–uh!"

you swatted at his arm harshly, making him gasp dramatically, before he childishly hit you back. soon enough, it turned into a full blow smack war.

"ms. l/n, mr. park. if you wouldn't mind postponing your flirting until after my class, I'd greatly appreciate it," your teacher smiled sarcastically at the two of you.

you rolled your eyes, about to lean back in your seat, when suddenly Jimin's arms were around you, tugging your body into an awkward position against the arm of your desk as he all but groped you. "but, miss, you don't understand, I just can't keep my hands off of her."

your teacher grimaced, "I implore you to try, mr. park."

Jimin pouted, gripping your chin, staring intensely into your eyes. "but she's just so sexy... I can hardly contain my raging testosterone. you know, miss, a man has his needs." you gasped exaggeratedly as his hand suddenly gripped your butt, squeezing.

"naughty boy~ we were just in the janitor’s closet during lunch," you 'whispered', biting your lip, both for the little show you two were putting on but also to contain the laugh threatening to burst out of you, "do you already need more, daddy?"

he moaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut. you slapped your hand over your mouth, head falling against his shoulder as your body shook with silent laughter.

that seemed to be the last straw for your teacher because she looked about ready to burst from the twenty shades of red her face was turning.

but, instead of throwing detentions in your faces (knowing she'd have to spend an extra hour after school with the two of you tormenting her), she brought her fingers to her temples, massaging roughly, muttering to herself several times in a row, "ten more years until retirement. jail time isn't worth it."

"I think we broke her," you cackled, Jimin nodding in agreement.

"alright," she shouted suddenly, slamming her hands down on the top of her desk, "enough time wasted. since I have no interest in so much as attempting to teach you hormonal reprobates, I'm going to give you a project."

Jimin and you side eyed each other hopefully, waiting for her to spit out those last words.

"and you will be working in groups of two or three,"

the class erupted into eager conversation, people turning to their friends and shooting looks across the room. you and Jimin performed your secret hand shake, cheering excitedly. until,

"that will be randomly assigned."

groans of protest and annoyance filled the room. she just rolled her eyes and pulled up a randomizer on her computer, spinning a wheel and waiting for the groups to be assigned. she turned to screen around to face the class, who quickly scrambled out of their seats to see who they'd be working with.

there were a few sighs of disappointment but no adamant protests. once you and Jimin reached the screen, seeing your names paired together, you high–fived, muttering out a, "hell yeah." but your excitement was cut short by your buzzkill of a health teacher, who quickly took notice of your eagerness.

"well that just won't work," she tsked, shaking her head disapprovingly, "for the love of all things holy and pure you two should definitely not be paired together. hold on just a moment."

"miss, you can't be serious, we were just—" you began.

"mr. jeon, please switch with mr. park and be ms. l/n's partner."

"see ya, bitch," you snorted, swiveling on your heels to face a confused looking Jungkook.

he glanced once at his irrelevant partner before shrugging and making his way over to you. you yelped as a sharp pinch was delivered to your arm.

"traitor," Jimin hissed as he stalked away from you. you simply shrugged, smirking to yourself.

for that fine piece of ass, you'd betray your bestie any day.

"hey, Jungkook," you grinned. he smiled lightly nodding in greeting as you both fell into nearby seats.

the entire rest of the class, ms. stickupherass was explaining what the project would consist of, you were completely zoned out. instead of listening, you were intensely focused on staring at the side of Jungkook's stupidly cute face.

your eyes traced the pronounced curve of his nose, fluttering over those little pink lips, following the strikingly sharp line of his jaw. this was the closest you've been to the boy since you accidentally ran into him in the hall, accidentally dropped your stuff, and accidentally let yourself admire his thighs and butt as he picked it all up like the gentleman he was.

so no, you were not about to waste this precious opportunity to listen to your teacher ramble on about some trivial project.

before you knew it, the bell was ringing.

with a disappointed pout, you began packing your belongings away.

"so... where should we work on the project?" his soft, breathy voice took you by surprise, sending shudders of delight down your spine just by the mere sound of it.

"hm?"

"when should we work on this?" he repeated with a soft giggle that had your heart doing all kinds of weird gymnastic tricks, "maybe in the library... we could stay after school if you want to?" he suggested softly

"and spend another hour of my life in this hell hole? no thanks," you scowled, nose scrunching at the suggestion. he nodded meekly in understanding, head lowering. you bit your lip lightly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, "how about you come by my place after school today, and we can get some real work done there."

he seemed oblivious to the double meaning behind your statement. instead, he took on a somewhat worried expression, eyes drifting off somewhere else.

"would your boyfriend be okay with that?"

your face scrunched in confusion, "boyfriend, what boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend. where the hell did you get that idea?"

he blinked at you, visibly bemused, "but, I thought you were with Jimin?"

you nearly choked on your own laughter as it came bursting from you lips, "please, he's about as straight as your ass looks in those jeans."

"what?"

lmao, exposed yourself bitch.

"he's gay, very gay."

"oh."

it was surprisingly easy to convince Jungkook to come to your house, despite his endearing refusals of not wanting to intrude, but you insisted. adamantly.

because intrusion was exactly what you were hoping for.

you even convinced him to let you drive him, seeing as he usually took the bus or got a ride from one of his older friends.

he looked cute as fuck sitting in your passenger seat, fiddling shyly with his fingers as his big eyes gazed out the window.

several times you had to stop your hand from reaching over the console and gripping those thick, luscious thighs. they were just fucking begging to be squeezed, and kissed, and bruised, and rode—

okay. so you might have a bit of an infatuation.

you knew it would be about fifteen million times harder to control the urge to grab him and fuck him in every position known to man once you actually had him in your house. especially with your parents at work...

it'd just be you, him, and the demon sitting on your shoulder with a massive thigh kink.

"welcome to mi casa," you sang, throwing yourself down on your living room couch, smiling cheekily up at a visibly uncertain Jungkook, "make yourself at home, babe."

you watched in amusement as his cheeks tinted a soft pink color as the nickname slid off your lips in a flirtatious purr. he faltered briefly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as his cheeks filled with air, eyes flickering noncommittally around the room.

"Come on, I don't bite," you grinned, patting the seat beside you, adding under your breath, "too hard."

he lowered himself onto the couch, and you pouted at the unreasonable (it was reasonable) amount of distance he put between you two, but decided to let it be. he pulled materials out of his backpack, setting them up on the table in front of you.

"do you think you can explain what exactly we're supposed to be doing, because I may or may not have completely zoned out while she was talking," you admitted.

he chuckled softly, "well, she said were supposed to make a poster showing or explaining the positive and the negative of engaging in sexual intercourse as teenagers, and it's supposed to show us how like, sex isn't worth the risk at a young age."

haha. yeah, okay.

"so, the pros and cons of fucking?" you reiterated, brows raising. his cheeks tinted a shade of pink at your blunt wording and he nodded slowly.

"y–yeah, I guess you could say it like that."

a wicked smirk twisted onto your face. wonderfully sinful ideas began to swirl to life in your mind. you were beginning to appreciate ms. stickupherass more and more every second.

until you actually started to do the project.

"one pro? really? that's all you can think of?" you scoffed in disbelief, staring at the t–chart he had compiled. the long list of negatives far outdid the single positive he had come up with.

"there is only one positive to sex: momentary pleasure. other than that there is literally nothing to gain besides std's and regret." he muttered, matter–of–fact.

"have you ever even had sex before?"

his deeply blushing face and skittering  eyes were all the answer you needed.

"you've never had sex before? are you crazy? then how the fuck can you sit here talking shit about it? that's like when people say pineapple pizza sucks before they've even tried it! It (insert opinion on pineapple pizza bc I'm not tryna start any wars ya feel), but I can say that because I've actually tried it before!"

"I know about all the risks and consequences that come with sex! it just doesn't seem worth it."

"but you're only exposing yourself to the negative. you gotta give yourself a chance to experience life and all its messy, beautiful qualities. you can't just make your mind about something you've never experienced before," you countered quickly, "sex can be... life changing."

"yeah, especially when you end up with a new addition nine months later."

"ever heard of protected sex, jackass?"

"no amount of protection is full proof."

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook.

of course the first guy you've ever met to not want to have sex is the kid you've been obsessing over since the first day of high school. how fucked up is that.

"listen, Jungkook," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "sex is a whole lot more than you're giving it credit for."

"I know what—"

"hear me put, okay?" you interrupted quickly, giving him a pointed glare. he sealed his lips, nodding obediently. you continued, "sex isn't always just about pleasure. it's about intimacy, connection, trust, love. it's about forming a deeper relationships with someone. why do you think some people wait until after marriage? it's about putting faith in someone, and showing them trust."

he watched you intently as you spoke, lips faintly parted, eyes wide. every word that passed from your lips, he listened to devotedly.

"that's not to say sex can't be dirty or heartbreaking or wrong. believe me, I know it can be anything but good. but,  I've also seen how amazing it can be. if you do it right, with the right person, in the right place... shit, it can be—"

"life changing?" he finished for you, a thoughtful smile on his lips.

you chuckled, nodding. "exactly. and I'm not saying you should go out and fuck everything with a pulse. I'm just saying, sex isn't always this horrible, disgusting thing that you think it is. if it was, I doubt so many people would be having it."

all at once, his mouth was on yours. your eyes widened, body going rigid. well, you weren't expecting that.

just as quickly as he had kissed you, he pulled away. he looked horrified, mouth gaping, eyes practically popping out of their sockets. it seemed he was just as caught off guard as you were.

the kiss couldn't have lasted for more than three seconds. but in those quick seconds, you had gotten a taste of him.

and you wanted more.

he began to spit it a flustered mess of an apology, "holy shit, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I—"

"shut up," you growled, grabbing him by the back of the neck and drawing his lips back onto your own.

he emitted a sound of surprise, but didn't make a move to pull away. even so, his lips were puckered and stiff. it was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. chuckling, you leaned away just enough that your lips weren't touching.

"relax, Jungkook," you murmured, pecking his lips lightly.

"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out, face turning beat red for the umpteenth time that day, "I've just never... done this before."

"you've never kissed anyone before?" he shook his head weakly, features burning with embarrassment at his admission. you smiled, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek, "that's alright... I'll teach you."

"o–okay," he whimpered, dark eyes focusing in on your lips.

seeing the need that sparkled faintly within them, you decided not to make him wait any longer. you pressed your lips gently to his, moving slowly, but with purpose. his motions gradually grew from stiff and uncertain to relaxed and fluid. you let out a sound of approval, one of your hands sneaking down to squeeze his thigh.

god damn.

he gasped in your mouth, and you dipped your tongue skillfully between his lips. a loud moan escaped his chest, the sound sending chills down your spine. you couldn't help but to wonder what he would sound like moaning your name, begging for more...

that thought alone was enough to have you tugging him closer to you, pulling his leg over your lap until he was straddling your thighs. your hands wandered to his waist, thumbs rubbing small circles. he shuddered faintly, giggling into your mouth as you hit a ticklish spot.

"god, you're so cute," you chuckled, kissing over his jaw as his head tilted back, offering you more access. he mewled as you hit a weak place.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he gasped, hands jumping up to grip your shoulders tightly.

"don't think too much, just enjoy," you purred, nipping at his collarbone playfully, "and follow my lead." the grip you had on his waist slipped down to his narrow hips, guiding them in slow grinding motions.

"o–oh," he swallowed, jaw slacking as his eyes dropped between you, watching himself grind against you. it didn't take long for a prominent bulge to form in his tight jeans, the restriction making him squirm. he let out a strangled whine, "y/n... it hurts."

you smirked, "why don't you strip for me, baby?"

his cheeks ignited in a hot crimson blush. "s–strip?" you hummed, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out from the loops, dropping it onto the floor. that may be useful later.

he nodded, "okay." you grinned, excitement boiling up inside of you, leaning back as Jungkook stood up before you. he bit his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shyly as he gripped the bottom of his black t–shirt.

"d–don't laugh."

your eyes widened, brows raising. "I would never laugh at you, I promise," there was steadfast certainty in your voice, your hand rubbing soothingly down the back of his leg, "it's okay if you don't want to do this—"

"no! no, I want to," he cut you off quickly, and you couldn't help the feeling of relief that washed over you.

"okay," you leaned back, "then take it off."

with an adorable look of determination, he began to strip; starting with his shirt. you had to bite your lip near the point of blood when he slowly peeled the fabric off of his body to keep from crying out 'glory, glory, hallelujah!'. hot was an understatement.

muscular shoulders that melted into sculpted biceps. a bulky chest that screamed push up fiend and formed into a set of six tight, toned abs.

"Jesus," your mouth watered.

you couldn't stop your hand from reaching out and caressing down his body, watching as his stomach flexed under your touch.

"work out much?" you smirked up at him.

he chuckled, shrugging faintly, "it’s a hobby of mine."

yeah, it fucking shows.

once again, your eyes slid down to see his erection still standing proud, straining hopelessly. you licked your lips lustfully. seeing what was above the belt, only made you want to see what was below it a hundred times worse.

"fuck, take your pants off," you impatience was beginning to show as your hands found the zipper of his jeans. but he suddenly grabbed your wrists. you looked up at him, concerned you'd gone too fast for his liking.

but his dark, desire filled eyes and the playful smirk on his lips told you otherwise. "please... let me," he murmured, you nodded in a slight daze from the look he was giving you. releasing your wrists, he slowly pushed his jeans over his hips, letting them slip teasingly down his thick thighs, before they finally pooled at his ankles, where he had earlier kicked off his timbers.

you groaned softly, nearly melting at the sight of his bare legs in front of you. shaved, they were fucking shaved. you could see the taunt muscles bulging underneath his soft skin. and holy fuck his thighs, his thighs, his fucking thighs. tan and big and bite–able.

shit, they were even hotter than you imagined.

"you... you can touch me... if you want..."

his soft, bashful voice broke you from the trance you'd put yourself in, and you quickly snapped your stare away from his thickness and up to his face. he looked shy again, bottom lip sucked into his mouth, cheeks rounded, raised, and tinted by a subtle pink, eyes big and shiny in the most endearing way imaginable.

how the holy fuck were you supposed to say no to that.

in less than a second your hands were back on his thighs, rubbing, squeezing, savoring. his skin was warm and tight under your greedy hands, tensing every time your fingers grazed a particularly sensitive area.

just touching suddenly wasn't enough. leaning forward, you grazed your lips over the hem of his tight boxers, biting gently at the flesh just below it. he trembled, moaning softly as you placed a flurry of kisses and light sucks on his legs.

thigh kink? confirmed.

you were so close, you could see his erection growing by the second. and shit was that a turn on. with a twinge of reluctance, you detached your mouth from his thighs, peering up at his slack jawed face with a smirk.

"you look good in black, Jeon," you teased, lightly tracing your index finger over his boner.

"please, y/n," he moaned, his knees beginning to grow weak underneath him. as much as you would have loved to have kept teasing the hell out of him, there were far more important matters to take into consideration.

pulling away from him, you shifted over to make room for his large body on the couch. "down," you demanded.

he all but launched himself onto the couch, before staring at you like an obedient puppy awaiting his next command. you were already power hungry enough as is, and now he was looking at you like that? the fuck was he trying to do to you?

he yelped in surprise as you planted your hands on his shoulders, shoving him back. he fell, head landing near the arm rest, torso propped up on his elbows, legs parted, one foot resting on the floor. he looked like a work of art laid out like that. you could just devour him.

you crawled on top of him, trapping his head between your hands. "do you know how long I've wanted you, Jungkook?" you muttered, brushing your nose over his. he shook his head, breathing heavily as you positioned one of your knees against his crotch. "do you know how long I've wanted to have your gorgeous body underneath mine? too fucking long."

he moaned out as you pressed into him, at the same time capturing his mouth in yours in a wet, sloppy, hungry kiss that had his mind reeling. his large hands gripped your jaw, one of his legs hooked over your hip, keeping you close to him. he loved feeling you.

"do you know how much of a tease you are?" you growled against his mouth, biting his bottom lip. "shit, you have to know. walking around in those tight jeans, showing off that tight little ass. you love it, don't you? having everyone's eyes all over you."

he was panting as his hips began to slowly grind against your leg, desperate for friction. "I– I never realized—"

you cut him off with a hand around his throat, tsking softly, "don't lie to me, baby. liars get punished." shit, y/n don't get too kinky on him, it's still his first time, you silently reminded yourself. but he seemed to enjoy it enough, because his grinding became rougher and faster, to the point where he was essentially dry humping your leg.

"f–fuck, punish me," he moaned out, clenching and unclenching his fists in your hair. you choked.

he was asking for it. literally asking for it. if it was any other guy, you would have already jumped his bones.

but this was Jeon Jungkook, your not so secret obsession since the beginning of high school. he was underneath you, horny, hard, and asking you to punish him. and yet, you still weren't sure.

on one hand; you wanted to fuck his shit up. you wanted to feel him writhing, hear him crying out, see him sweating. you wanted to wreck that boy. fuck him into oblivion, until he was seeing stars.

but on the other hand; he was still a virgin. he had no experience whatsoever, and had only just had his first kiss that day, with you. you didn't want to hurt him–hurt him his first time. you didn't know if he could take it.

Jungkook must have seen the conflicted expression on your face, because he made a soft noise to bring your attention back to him.

"please–," he whimpered, spreading his thighs with a needy moan, "please, be rough with me."

w—

was your life a joke to him?

"shit, Jeon," you huffed out a strained chuckle, "you're really fucking me up here."

he whimpered again, looking up at you pleadingly. "I can handle it, I promise. I want more. I want you."

was this the same guy that said the only things you can gain from sex are std's and regret?

it wasn't hard for him to shatter any tiny amount of resistance you offered with a single look. you nodded faintly, smiling as his face lit up. "don't be afraid to tell me to stop, okay? I don't want to get too carried away."

he hummed, head bobbing in acknowledgment.

"words, baby," you scolded.

"yes, I promise," he breathed, eyes honing in on your lips, "can you kiss me again?"

as much as you wanted to tell him this was serious, you still couldn't bring yourself to say no. you kissed him again, slowly this time. you chuckled at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your lips. "impatient thing, aren't you?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but could only manage a gasp as you began to trail your mouth down his body, until you were face to crotch with his throbbing arousal. you looked up at him with a cocked brow. "want them off?"

you had barely finished the question before he was rapidly nodding his head, biting his lip as he hummed desperately. chuckling at his eagerness, you slid your fingers under the waistband on his black Calvin Klein's, and tugged them down.

his erection swung out of it's confines like a god damn baseball bat, slapping against his stomach hard enough to make him flinch slightly. you don't remember ever seeing a guy that hard before. and you'd barely even touched him.

"impressive, baby," you purred, soothing your hands over the inside of his thighs. pressing a slow kiss to his hipbone, you murmured, "you're already so hard for me... it makes me wonder..."

your fingers glided closer and closer to where you knew he wanted you most, but never touching him. frustration blossomed on his face in the attractive shade of crimson.

"if I could make you come without even touching you."

he cried out, desperately shaking his head, "no, no please– I can't. please touch me. I need you, plea—" he cut himself off with a thunderous moan as your hand wrapped around his dick and began pumping quickly.

you smiled cheekily up at him, "since you said please."

he was already slick with his own pre cum, hot and throbbing in your palm. spluttering moans escaped his lips as his body tried to process the pleasure of your smooth, rapid strokes. little need be said that it was a lot for his virgin cock to handle in that moment.

his head jerked up when you suddenly pulled away, staring down at you with furrowed brows and hopeless eyes.

"you wanted me to kiss you, right?" it was more of a rhetorical question, and you didn't really give him the chance to reply anyways before your mouth was on his dick.

Jungkook cried loudly, throwing his head back as you french kissed his tip.

"f–fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he whined between harsh onslaughts of gasps and moans, tightly grabbing the armrest above his head. you hummed in admiration as his chest broadened and his skin tightened with the stretch, putting his taut pectorals on full display.

every flick and twirl of your tongue sent tendrils of pleasure shooting through his body in hot, wet, glorious waves. his back arched off of the couch cushion every time you sucked, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening.

you watched, ego practically bursting out of your head at how responsive he was. every thrust of his torso, every tremble of his legs, every gorgeous sound that thrust itself from his lips went straight to your core. he was undeniably intoxicating.

he suddenly threw his legs over your shoulders, ankles locking on the small of your back. you moaned around him as you realized the position he'd just put himself in. your hands crawled up his flexing thighs, gripping them tightly.

talk about a dream come true. literally.

you applied some vigor to your motions, bobbing your head eagerly and twisting your tongue around him. you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth, the fluid leaning from his swollen cock lathering your tongue. that combined with the sounds he was making, beautiful, high whines, signaled that he was close. but you weren't done yet.

all at once, you pulled away, panting slightly but smirking nonetheless.

"w–why did you... s–stop?" he gasped, brows furrowing as he looked down at you desperately.

"because I want to show you another trick I learned during one of my rendezvous," you purred, kissing down his thighs to soothe the orgasm you prevented him from experiencing, "if you're up for it?"

"if it feels anything like that, I'm down," he was quick to agree, pulling his legs off of you as you sat up.

"I'm happy to hear that..." your eyes wandered below his dick, and your eyes glistened with excitement. before he could put two and two together, your fingers were tracing his lips. "do you mind sucking?" you asked. he shook his head, and you chuckled at his big doe eyes, sending you silent pleas, "then suck, baby."

he obediently took your fingers into his mouth, small lips delicately wrapping around them. you hummed in appreciation, loving the way he looked with your fingers in his mouth.

"that's right baby, use your tongue, make them wet," you groaned, pushing them deeper. he silently complied, tongue shyly swirling around them, cheeks going concave and he sucked gently. all the while, his eyes, wide and glistening, looked into yours, hungry for approval.

Jesus Christ, have mercy.

"you'll make me come in my pants if you keep this up," you joked, biting at the inside of your cheek. that statement only seemed to add fuel to the fire, because before you could process what he was doing, he had you fingers knuckle deep in his mouth, sucking them like his life depended on it. now, it was your turn to go slack jawed.

when it got to the point where you could feel the arousal beginning to drip between your thighs, you drew your fingers from his mouth. you shuddered with glee at the sight of a string of his spit connecting the tip of your finger to his lips. hot. hot, really fucking hot.

"damn, baby. you're good with your mouth," you chuckled breathlessly, trying to ignore the sexy way his brows rose in suggestive arches at your statement.

"I can be even better if you give me something hot and wet to eat."

well fuck you too, Jeon. now my ovaries have exploded, thanks a whole fuckin' lot you little tongue slut.

"maybe if you behave yourself, yeah?" you all but growled, feeling the heat in your body increase tenfold. and then he had the nerve to smirk at you. as if you weren't turned on enough. now you had to show him who the fuck was in charge here. "you're asking for it, Jeon."

he chuckled shortly, biting his lip. "then give it to me."

welp. there goes taking it easy his first time.

in seconds, you had his hands pinned above his head and the belt you had discarded earlier wrapped tightly around his wrists. he groaned at the feeling of the taut leather pulling at his delicate skin, loving the sensation of being restrained more than he thought he would.

"such a spoiled little brat, aren't you?" you snarled, grabbing one of his legs and forcing it up over your shoulder, holding the other against his chest. he bit his lip, eagerly nodding in agreement. "making demands like that. shit, you want it so bad? then have it, baby."

he cried out as the tips of your wet fingers slowly penetrated his virgin hole. hot, salty tears pooled in his eyes at the foreign stretch. you placed soothing kisses down his neck, murmuring sweet, encouraging words against his skin.

"tell me to stop if it's too much," you uttered, feeling his body trembling and tensing beneath you.

he quickly shook his head at that, "I'm okay– I'm okay... keep going... please keep going."

you praised him quietly, continuing to ease your fingers into him. his back arched deeply, forcing your chest together so firmly not even a piece of paper could slip between you. his head rolled to the side, panting lips pressing to his bicep, prominent bunny teeth biting into the flesh as his brows scrunched.

beautiful didn't begin to describe him.

"you're taking my fingers so well, baby," you cooed, thrusting your fingers shallowly, slowly in and out of him at a consistent pace, allowing his body to adjust properly. you could tell he was still in some pain, but it was quickly melting from his feature, being replaced by something entirely different.

"y/n," he drawled out a low moan, hips steadily beginning to roll in time with your fingers.

oh, you knew what that meant.

"you want more?"

he nodded quickly, whining for emphasis. you only grinned and continued your now painfully slow motions. he groaned in frustration when he tried to grind his hips down, only for you to grab them and pin them down. this was becoming torturous. this shallow pleasure and weak stretches weren't enough to get him anywhere. you know that. and now so did he.

face blossoming in a deep red, he weakly squirmed against his restraints in order to lift his head. "y/n, I can handle it, please! I need— shit," he squeaked loudly, eyes popping open almost comically when your fingers suddenly pushed deeply into him. his entire body jolted and you felt him clench around you.

"relax. you said you could handle it right?" he could only nod, words evading him as you pulled out, only to plunge right back in. the motion sent his head into a fuzzy state of euphoria that he'd never had the pleasure of encountering before.

it wasn't long before you were pumping into him at an arm numbing pace. your bicep and wrist ached, but you really couldn't care less. not with how utterly, stupefyingly gorgeous he looked.

hands bound above his head, which was thrown back as his strained throat shot out whorish moans. sweat making his rippling skin shimmer like an ocean at sunset. every muscle in his upper body was flexed and on full display for your greedy eyes, bulging and trembling.

"you look like you're about to just burst, Jeon," you teased, biting your lip at the sound of your palm connecting with his toned backside with sharp smacks.

wet? nah bitch you were drenched.

"w–wa... wait–wai... wait!" he gasped and moaned as your skilled fingers brought him closer and closer to the edge. you immediately still, quickly drawing your hand away from him.

"did I hurt you?" you asked, concern shining in your eyes.

"no, no it felt good. really good, fuck. I just..." you furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for him to continue, "I don't want to come from your hand."

your brows raised, "oh?"

"I want you to fuck me."

oh.

a massive smirk split your cheeks. "don't have to tell me twice," you swooped down, kissing him fiercely. you moved the undo his binds, letting the belt hit the floor with a soft thud. with his freed hands, he reached down and helped you tug off your pants. you were both far too eager even bother taking off your underwear. you moaned softly as his slender fingers pushed the fabric to the side, grazing your wet lips.

he gasped, looking up at you with wide eyes. "you're so wet."

chuckling, you ground against his lingering fingers, moaning soft at the sparks of pleasure that followed. "mm, all because of you, baby." he blushed deeply, biting his lip to contain a wide smile. he hadn't realized he was affecting you just as much as you were affecting him.

he took you off guard as he slid his fingers against you, lightly pressing against your core, applying pressure to your sensitive clit. you jerked, legs quivering beneath the weight of your body. "easy, I'm not trying to come before I even get to feel you inside of me. I've waited too long for this."

in one swift motion, you sunk down on his erect cock. you gasped as he moaned in shock, both of you taken off guard by just how good it felt. you hadn't expected that much of a stretch, his dick filling you flawlessly. he hadn't expected you to be that tight, squeezing and clenching around him. he thought he was overwhelmed before, but this was an entirely different ball game. hehe, literally.

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Jungkook choked, hands searching hopelessly for something to grab onto but unable to decide what he wanted to hold onto.

you chuckled breathlessly between soft moans, rolling your hips in slow figure eights. "God's got nothing to do with this, baby." You gripped at his muscular shoulders for support as you rode his dick.

truth is, he felt a thousand times better than you thought he would. he wasn't massive, but he was the perfect size for you, just thick enough to stretch you out without causing any real pain and long enough to reach that perfect, sensitive little spot inside of you with ease.

"fuck you feel so good," you groaned, throwing you head back as you sped up your pace, bouncing with renewed stamina.

Jungkook keened, feeling already himself teetering on that edge. but he didn't want to finish, he didn't want it to end. the feelings, the sensations you were giving him were unlike anything he'd ever faced before.

"y/n— I think I might–" he began to warn you, but his words got lost in gasping moans and hopeless whines. you got the message though, especially at the feeling of him throbbing and twitching inside of you.

"then I'm going to need you to touch me, baby," you guided his wrist to your aching pussy, moaning loudly when his fingers made contact with your swollen clit, "f–fuck right the–there."

he whimpered, wanting to please you just as much as you were pleasing him. "how?" he asked desperately, hips reflexively jumping as you clenched around him.

with your hand laid over top of his, you were able to lead his long middle finger in drawing small circles, until he was doing it all on his own. "oh shit, yeah– yeah, just like that... just like that." he couldn't hide the smile that grew at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth gaping in silent moans as his touches worked you closer and closer to your undoing.

but you wiped that smile off his face when your hands landed back on his chest, brushing his nipples and making his back arch upwards. you tested it again, this time with gentle pinches that had him crying out in euphoria, bucking into you hard.

"oh? you like that? you like getting your nipples played with? how cute." you managed, tweaking his hardened buds with a sadistic smirk. he sobbed, tears of pleasure rushing from his eyes. it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back. but he refused to come before you.

forcing his mind out of the euphoric haze, he put his hands and hips to work, drilling into you with every ounce of strength he had.

he managed to hit your sweet spot with every powerful thrust. and before you knew it, you were coming faster than you'd ever come before, vision filling with blinding stars, body going rigid above his and trembling uncontrollably. your walls constructed around him as you came with the most mind numbing orgasm you'd ever experienced, and that was just enough encouragement to have him exploding inside of you with a loud cry.

"fuck– fuck, y/n, fuck," he moaned, riding out his high with hard, sloppy thrust. you could only manage a weak whimper from oversensitivity, slumping on top of him, completely and utterly spent.

you laid them for at least five minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath and collect the wits that had just seemed to implode.

unexpectedly, you let out a bellowing laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lazily looped around your back. "shit, Jeon. didn't know you had it in you," you giggled airily, kissing his shoulders in a surprisingly tender gesture.

he smiled, giggling along with you. "you brought it out of me."

"oh, I'm flattered, gorgeous," you cooed playfully, plastering kisses across his cheeks. he lightly swatted you away, squirming as you tickled at his sides.

with a soft sigh, you pushed yourself off of him. he watched in confusion as you grabbed his clothes off the floor, handing them to him. you chuckled when you saw the worried look on his face, leaning down to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. "as much as I enjoy cuddling after a good fuck, you should probably ditch before my parents get home. they’re not always so welcoming to strangers."

his shoulders relaxed, realizing you weren't just going to kick him to the curb after giving him the best afternoon of his life.

"understandable," he swiftly tugged on his shirt, followed by his pants and messily stuffed book bag. he turned back to you with a hopeful glimmer in his dark eyes, and a shy blush coating his cheeks. it was amazing that he was still so bashful after having just fucked your brains out.

"you'll... you'll text me... right?"

you laughed softly, cupping his jaw and drawing him into one last kiss. "how could I not?"

he grinned giddily, pecking your lips in his excitement. "okay! okay, good!" He coughed quickly, trying to cap his happiness, "I mean— cool, cool. very cool. I'll see you tomorrow. have a good— uh, night!"

you shook your head with a soft smile as he darted out the front door, closing it gently behind him.

"I might just have to keep you around, Jeon."