Vayan A Ver El Arte Del Rey

I'm obsessed with that picture so everybody needs a new wallpaper

No lo haría nunca (pq la amistad vale más) pero tremendo 🔥🔥🔥

number 3

bad friend y/n who is on the phone with jungkooks girlfriend, her best friend when jungkook sticks it in

“And then she said, ‘That’s so last year.’ the audacity!” Your best friend’s voice sounded through the phone.

“Mm…” You moaned softly, feeling her boyfriend’s cock push into you deeper.

“Y/N? Are you listening? You aren't falling asleep are you? It's barely 9 pm." She asked, sounding slightly irritated.

You tried not to gasp as he started thrusting into you, gripping onto the sheets. "Uh huh…I'm still listening."

"Anyways, Kelly was being a bitch in class. I swear I will never be her friend again. The amount of shit that girl says to me is ridiculous." She continued.

You whimpered a bit as he pushed you down into the mattress, speeding up his thrusts.

“Y/N, are you alright? What was that noise?" Her voice questioned, sounding a little worried.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I just stubbed my toe, sorry. Please continue." You said, trying not to sound like you were struggling to speak.

Jungkook smirked against your neck, nipping at it.

"Okay, so, where was I? Oh right, the audacity. She had the audacity to say that! I can't believe she said that." She began to rant.

You groaned quietly, pushing back against his cock. He grabbed your ass roughly and thrusted deeper.

"She is such a bitch, I'm telling you. That's the last time I invite her over."

"Yeah…she's a bitch." You agreed with her, gasping softly as he pounded into you harder.

You couldn’t do this any longer. Your body was trembling, his cock was making you see stars. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to cry out.

"Oh and then we got ice cream from the shop across the street, and let me tell you-"

You hung up on her and tossed your phone away, crying out loudly as you felt yourself cum.

Jungkook grunted, thrusting faster. "God, I love it when you make those sounds for me. I'm close baby, so close." He groaned.

You moaned and arched your back. "Fuck, fill me up please." You whispered, clenching around him.

He cursed, slamming his cock inside of you as he came. He pumped his hips a few more times, filling you up.

After a few seconds, he pulled out of you. You sat up and kissed him, smiling.

"Did you hang up on her?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Yeah, I’ll just tell her the connection died.”

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okay I added a bit more

reader takes her best friends brother (Yoongi) with her to the store to help her choose some lingerie. She tries a lot of it and she changes in front of him, not caring if he sees her naked. she asks him questions like oh can you see my nipples in this? can you touch my nipples to make them hard to see if the fabrics is thick enough? does my ass looks great? and then she tries one of this panties that have like a hole in the pussy part, and she asks him oh do you think it's like easy access? could you try? so he takes his cock out of his trousers and fucks her against the changing room mirror

“Can you see my nipples in this?” You asked your brother’s best friend, pointing at the bra you wore.

“Hmm, no, I don’t think so.” Yoongi murmured as he got up from the seat and walked over to you.

“Can you make them hard? Just want to be sure.” You pouted.

Without wasting a second, his fingers reached out for the fabric, teasingly pulling it down, just enough for him to catch your nipples with his fingers and roll them.

A shiver ran through your spine at his cold fingers touching your skin, and you bit down on your lip.

When they hardened, he pulled away.

You smiled, satisfied with his help.

He stepped back and you turned around to the mirror, adjusting your bra.

“Hm, you’re right, it seems thick enough.” You hummed, getting dressed into another set. “And this? Does my ass look nice in this?”

“Your ass looks nice in anything you wear, sweetheart. You know that already, right? You have a great body, and you look sexy as fuck in anything you put on, so stop asking me, you already know the answer, y/n.” Yoongi retorted, rolling his eyes, but a hint of a smirk was plastered across his face.

“Fine.” You giggled, liking his compliments. “But…” You paused. “I need your help with something, do you think this hole has easy access for cock? Can you test it for me, Yoongi?”

Yoongi was surprised at your direct question, but he stood up, walking over to you, pushing you back into the dressing room, and closing the curtains behind him. His hand shot to your face, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he pulled you closer to him and caught you into a kiss.

His lips pressed roughly against yours, his tongue licking across your bottom lip, and his teeth gently biting into it. You moaned into the kiss, feeling his hands roam your body and his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

Yoongi broke the kiss, spinning you around and bending you forward, he pulled down his trousers and lined his cock with the hole in the panties before sliding it into you.

Your mouth fell open at the sensation, a loud moan falling from your lips.

“So wet already, didn’t even do anything yet, I didn't know you liked being watched by me so much. You like showing yourself off to me, is that it?” Yoongi asked, slowly starting to pump into you, his hands tightly holding your hips, nails digging into your skin.

“Yes…” You admitted, resting your hands on your knees, glancing up to see how you were getting fucked by yoongi in the mirror, your eyes meeting as he picked up the pace, fucking into you, making you gasp and moan every time he thrust his hips into yours.

His hand slid around your throat, pulling you backwards until your back was pressed against his chest, he kissed along your jawline, then down to your neck.

“Such a good pussy, you look so pretty when you get fucked.” Yoongi whispered into your ear.

Your legs felt wobbly and you leaned against the changing room mirror, your face and chest pressed against it as Yoongi didn’t slow down, and his thrusts grew harder and faster.

"Cock’s so big…” You whimpered, watching yourself through the mirror as your body rocked back and forth with every thrust, and as your eyes focused on your face, you realized that your expression looked incredibly aroused.

The thought that anyone could open the curtain and see you in this situation, made your pussy clench around him.

"Close..." You whined, nearly reaching your orgasm.

“Already? Cock was that good?” Yoongi laughed.

You nodded, too embarrassed to admit that he was right.

"Good girl, I'm close too." Yoongi scooted back and sat down on the bench, bringing you onto his lap, and spreading your legs wide, his hips snapping up to thrust into you.

“O-oh!” You gasped, the sight in the mirror being so hot; your pussy on full display as his thick cock stuffed it full, his fingers were digging into your thighs, spreading you wide open, and the way he fucked you with such force was so incredibly hot.

“Bounce on that cock.” Yoongi stopped thrusting into you, letting you take over and ride him.

Eagerly, you started to bounce on his cock, going so fast you were nearly jumping up and down his cock.

Yoongi’s eyes were fixed on the mirror, his gaze meeting yours as you fucked yourself on him.

He brought a hand between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it with quick, harsh circles.

"Y-yoongi..." You cried, the feeling of his fingers and cock was just too much. Your mouth was agape, eyes closed, as you came on his cock, your body shaking as you did.

Yoongi pushed you down on his cock, pumping his cum deep inside of you. When he spilled every drop of his seed in you, he pulled you off his cock.

“I guess I need to buy it now..” You whispered with a slight chuckle.

JAJAJAJAJAJA es lo más, me reí más de lo que pensé que me iba a reír leyendo un smut jsjs

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Word Count: 10,339 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

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Damn

— game over ღ

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: exes to lovers

warnings: yandere, mentions of blood and murder, kidnapping, restraints, corruption, manipulation, obsession, angst, implied imprisonment, dub con, praise, degradation, dirty talk, hints of fear kink, spanking (like once), rough sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms

The floor creaked quietly under a pair of heavy boots. You kept your eyes on them as he moved towards you, too stubborn to look up, and too frightened not to tremble.

"Oh, sweetheart," Yoongi cooed, crouching down in front of the bed. "I'm so sorry it took so long. Can't have the cops tracing my steps, can I?"

His fingers felt cool as he grasped your chin, and yet they did nothing to soothe the heat blooming through you. He smelled like snow, his cheeks rosy from the unforgiving bite of winter air.

Tilting your head, he kissed your taped mouth with utmost tenderness, like he wanted to leave a love note on the silver.

"Cold?" He murmured, noting the chills that erupted down your arms, his fingertip tracing their journey to your elbow.

In the golden glow of candlelight, with nothing but the pearly tape adorning your body, somehow, you weren't cold. Only uncomfortable, left sitting in the same position for what seemed like hours — knees bound to your chest, wrists tied together — though that was certainly the least of your problems.

"I'll untape your mouth now. Don't scream."

You shut your eyes as he reached upwards. A quick rip followed, the sting making you wince.

"Sorry," Yoongi soothed, stroking your hair, "Sorry, baby."

You didn't scream. It was pointless. He drove a long time to get here, civilization outside the tinted windows dwindling mile after mile. You had no doubt there was nowhere you could go, no one to hear your pleads for help. You'd sooner freeze to death trudging your way through the snow.

The arrogant smile playing on Yoongi's lips was infuriating. He looked like he could devour you, a cat that has finally caught its mouse.

"Good girl," he praised lowly, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.

Your stomach flipped.

"Let me go."

It came out as a whisper.

His eyebrows raised, head cocking to the side. Probably not the smartest thing to come out of your mouth, but what else were you supposed to do? Accept your fate as his little pet?

Yoongi released the soft strand, as if he got burned.

"I've been locked up for half a year... And this is how my girl greets me?"

His girl.

Why was he doing this to you? You barely dated for a few months before he chopped up two men who have been bold enough to bother you. Parts of their bodies were still in the process of being found all over the south of Seoul.

Were you going to end up the same?

You swallowed the knot in your throat, willing your heart to stop pounding. No words came, your thoughts too frantic to make sense of.

Yoongi clicked his tongue.

"The usual bratty attitude I can handle. But silent treatment? I can't fucking stand it. Your stupid little friends had enough time to convince you I wasn't good for you, huh?"

"You did that yourself!" you suddenly shouted, eyes brimming with tears. They spilled over, dripping down your collarbone. "You killed people, kidnapped me like some fucking lunatic!"

Yoongi stared at you as you sniffled. Once the dam broke, the fear broke loose too, pouring all over your lungs, making it hard to breathe. Panic started setting in. You had no idea if your outburst was going to be punished, even though in the short time that you knew Yoongi, he had never caused you any harm.

If you ever knew him at all.

He narrowed his eyes. You hated the vulnerable position he forced you into, hated how his gaze felt like a phantom touch.

"I didn't kill any people. I got rid of trash, and I did it all for you. To protect you."

He buried his face in his hands, hiding the shine of his own tears.

"Fuck. Are you actually scared of me right now? I would never hurt you."

What did it matter? Nothing about this love was healthy, and you longed to rip your heart out of your lungs to numb the feeling. You couldn't do this; couldn't let him taint your morals, or at least, couldn't let him see that he started.

All you had to do was convince him, and then yourself.

It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It didn't matter.

"I hate you," you whispered.

Yoongi froze for a moment, then looked back up at you slowly. You stared right back into his eyes through your wet lashes, no longer disturbed by their dark depths. A flash of uncertainty passed through his expression, promptly replaced by a cryptic calmness.

He hummed, shrugging his jacket off.

"Let's play a game, then."

Your stomach jumped when he placed his palm on your shoulder, slowly turning you away from him.

His lips inched towards your ear, hot breath brushing over its shell.

"I don't believe you, not for a fucking second. But I'll entertain you."

You stared at the shelf in front of you, the melted candle wax and golden jewelry laid out beside red roses. The bouquet looked small and miserable after you threw it at him.

You felt just about the same; small. Helpless as he hovered behind you, his intentions unclear, your fate even more so. Your pulse quickened as seconds ticked by.

A loud gasp escaped you as he pushed you forward. Your head spun from the suddenness of the action, cheeks instantly burning and knees trembling.

You fell face first into the silk sheets, ass up, like a little doll for him to use. He had to hold on to your hip so you didn't tumble. You've never felt so powerless before, so stripped of your dignity, or so hot when you heard him unbuckle his belt.

The adrenaline rush intensified your emotions, made your throat close up. Only a whimper passed through your panicked breathing.

"Look at that," Yoongi murmured. "You're dripping already."

You flinched as you felt his finger run down your folds, clenching needily. Everything was happening too fast—

"I missed you too."

No preparation, no warning; one moment you were empty, and the next you were full.

He groaned, leaning over you, dropping his forehead onto your back, and his hand in between your thighs.

The stretch hurt. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, hard and thick as you pulsed around it.

No mercy, no patience; he started fucking into you, choked groans and wet smacks filling up the room. His fingers quickly parted your slick folds, rubbing into the little nub between them to ease the pain.

It worked — it bloomed into a searing pleasure that made your tummy and your vocal cords quiver, soft, helpless whines fleeing your lips.

"Fuck," he cursed, his voice broken, "fuck, you were made for me."

You shivered, finding yourself unable to fight against the restraints he put on you. Nevermind the tape; it was your soul that was truly imprisoned, and that made everything ten times worse.

His lips touched your ear again.

"If you don't come," he whispered, panting softly, "I'll let you go. But if you do, you will stay with me forever, do you get that, baby?"

Was this the game?

Fear clutched your heart in its iron fist, mingled with your most private, forbidden desires and desperate needs, made your eyes and your pussy wetter.

He reveled in it all.

"Go on," he taunted, "show me how much you hate me."

You did hate him.

Because nothing else made you feel like this, no matter what your friends said, no matter what seemed right or wrong. The blood on his hands dripped like an offering, all for you, a threat and a promise that predators loved, too, that they'd kill to protect their own. There was no life for him without you.

You urged yourself to hold on, to not give into your weaknesses. But it was hard when you were already tightening around him, on the brink of delirium and craving more.

"Yeah, there she is," Yoongi breathed. "My dirty little slut. My good fucking girl."

You cried out, your entire body tensing up. His cock throbbed inside you, rutting into you faster.

"Almost there? Are you gonna gonna let me keep you, baby? Chain you the fuck up like a good bitch?"

He was so close, playing dirty just to tip you over the edge, just to prove that you belonged to him. Hands curling into fists, you made an effort to focus, whining out a "no" that sounded pathetic even to your own ears.

"Yeah," Yoongi moaned. "Filthy fucking liar."

His fingers dug deeper into your hips, the hard grip marking your skin, planting the memory of this moment beneath it. Bruises would blossom tomorrow, and he wished he could see them all over you, a violet garden that grew from his love. Yet all he could do was slam into you faster, abuse that little spot inside you that his cock reached with way too much ease.

"Stop fighting it," he grunted, landing a sudden slap on your ass. "You're mine."

The harsh sting, the cursed words, the heat — it was all too much. The tension stirred and coiled in your abdomen, making black dots dance around your vision. Your cunt squeezed his cock desperately, barely allowing him to continue fucking you.

As if you were under water, everything became blurred, and soaked, with tears, with sweat and the orgasm rushing through you, encouraged by his filthy groans. So wet you didn't even realize he was coming too, until he stilled entirely, spilling inside you as you limped.

You listened to his breathing slow, your body thrumming, head pulsing with blissful nothingness. Too high and too weak to do anything but breathe with him.

A kiss was pressed into your spine.

"Mm... Should I give you one more chance?"

At that, you seemed to come back to your senses, breath hitching and eyes open wide.

Yoongi smirked, running his fingers along the tape softly.

"Let me grab a knife, pretty. I'll get you nice and comfy."

You almost flinched when he leaned over you again, his cock jerking and hardening in your sensitive hole.

"You did so well," he whispered into your ear. "Such a good, little bitch. I'm so in love with you."

A weak shudder went through you, ending with an ache right in between your legs.

Yoongi nuzzled your neck.

"Yeah, there you go. Don't you worry. We have all night to play."

Was it fair to play games one was destined to lose? Probably not, but unfortunately for you, that made it all more exciting to Yoongi. He wanted you to see yourself fail over and over, realize there was no running from your love.

It seemed you were about to.

He slipped out of you gently, biting his lip and watching his cum dribble out of you. His hand slid down to your ass, giving it a few, tender pats.

"Sit tight, sweetheart."

With that, he left you on his bed, again, ruined and aching and beyond lost. You heard him rummage through his drawers somewhere in the cabin, heard your heart beating in your own skull.

For some reason, you had a feeling this was just the beginning of a whole eternity. Hit play. Lose. Repeat. Try another level. Until your bones turned to dust and you were wrapped up in each other six feet under the ground. There was a sadistic side to Yoongi that seemed to enjoy the process, the struggle, the conquering of your mind.

Not surprising in the slightest; all dangerous creatures liked to play with their prey. Even more so when they loved it... And Yoongi would never stop loving you.

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Hey can you make a fic just like that forbidden fic stepdad namjoon but with jungkook please...I'll really appreciate it .

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I can't believe this request went with THIS gif lmao ily

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: mentions of blood/death and violence (not towards the reader), mentions of past abuse (not by jungkook), allusions to murder, brief mentions of alcohol, some hurt/comfort, pseudo incest, corruption, soft manipulation, slight age gap, dub con, dirty talk, the daddy kink is real in this one, spanking, hair pulling, hints of breeding kink, praise, creampie

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Jungkook knew you better than the back of his hand. It was no wonder that despite how busy he was, you found him waiting for you when you tried to sneak back inside the house at two in the morning.

You stood frozen in the kitchen door, your heart thumping loudly in your ears. His face was unreadable, dark eyes taking in the little black dress you wore. It seemed fine when you put it on, but under his gaze, you felt vulnerable and exposed.

He broke the silence with a sigh.

"Come here."

Uncertainly, you set your purse down on the shelf and made your way towards him, your head buzzing. Jungkook had always been very protective of you and you were no stranger to his anger. Unlike your mother, however, he has never raised his voice at you before, let alone his hand. For that reason alone you hated going behind his back and lying to him. He had always been on your side.

All the same, at times his protectiveness was overbearing and he had to understand that. Despite the guilt stirring in your stomach, you were ready to speak up and fight with him if necessary, preparing for the worst when you stopped in front of him.

But without a word, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaning his forehead on your stomach. You stiffened. Jungkook hugged you often, but affection was the last thing you expected from him right now, especially affection this intimate. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment before picking up its pace.

"I'm sorry," his whisper was muffled, but still very audible.

Confusion clouded your head, blurring your thoughts.

"W-what?"

Why was he apologizing when you were the one in trouble? Had he realized that maybe he's been holding on to you too tightly, suffocating your freedom?

He looked up at you. His tattooed hand reached upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You've been sneaking out a lot since your mum's gone. It's my fault, isn't it?"

You blinked down at him, trying to ignore the puzzling pang in your chest and the heat spreading through your cheeks as he touched you. With the way he was looking at you, you weren't quite sure what was going on anymore. Words just wouldn't come.

Jungkook sighed again, then got up from his chair. Just like that he was towering over you, his lips brushing over your forehead.

"I haven't been paying you enough attention, hm?"

Oh no, he definitely has. Too much, in fact, but you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him that, letting each word he murmured drip into your heart and disturb its peaceful ocean.

"I know I haven't been a good father. I'm always at work and you're left here all alone. But I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."

You felt your heart sink in your chest under the weight of guilt. This wasn't true. He has been the best part of your life since he appeared in it. And suddenly you were left feeling small and ashamed of your own behavior. You were all the family he had, really. What made you act out and be this selfish?

Your eyes warmed with tears. You had to speak up, even through the lump in your throat. Because honesty, no matter how brutal, was still a better option than Jungkook blaming himself for your behavior.

"It's- it's not your fault," you stammered, swallowing hard. "It's just- I just..."

Jungkook placed his thumb on your lower lip, rubbing it softly. You could feel your stomach turn.

"It's okay, baby. Come on, let's just get some rest."

With a deep breath, you nodded and followed him upstairs, his arm wrapped around you. He led you into your bedroom and shut the door, sitting you down on the mattress gently. You assumed he wanted to talk, and you were right.

"Did you have fun?" He asked as he knelt down before you, lifting your foot to take off your shoe.

You stared at him, mesmerized and strangely moved by the gesture. There was a hidden part of you that realized why you never let your friends peek inside your relationship with Jungkook, why you never spoke about the way he treated you. That part of you knew you were a little too close than you were supposed to be, but it was easy to tell yourself that this was your business, that nothing wrong was happening, they would just never understand.

Jungkook glanced up at you, placing your heels neatly by the bedside.

"What's wrong?"

You shook your head.

"Nothing, da-" you paused, but you knew you were caught, his eyes burning into yours. You cleared your throat and looked away. "Nothing, daddy."

Jungkook hummed, pressing his thumb into your calf.

"Really? Because you seem tense to me."

You frowned, your eyes still wet, your head spinning. Jungkook stood up and brushed his hand through your hair.

"You drank a little, didn't you?"

You nodded slowly, more guilt turning your stomach. There was no point in lying. He could see right through you. It wasn't like you were drunk anyway; you knew you couldn't come home like that without getting caught.

Jungkook brushed your tears away when they flowed, tenderly, his touch familiar and comforting.

"Why don't you lie down for me? I'll help you feel better."

You blinked at him, mascara smudged and lips parting lightly.

"On your stomach, baby," he said, his hands coming down to your shoulders.

You were so confused your body seemed to only be able to follow his commands. You let him push you into the mattress, trying to relax against the pillow. It was difficult, though, when the bed dipped and you felt him climb on top of it. You lifted your head to look back at him, but his hand pressed into your cheek and forced it back down.

"Relax, angel," he murmured. "I just want to help you, yeah?"

Help you how? You couldn't stop the heated shiver that passed through you, blaming it entirely on fear. Were you going to get punished after all? What would that even entail? He wouldn't hit you, would he?

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until he released you. He pressed his thumbs into your calves and proceeded to massage them in lazy circles, each one a ripple, spreading warmth through you. His touch felt good, slowly travelling upwards and then descending in circles again, the pressure heavenly on your legs, tired from dancing all night. A small, almost inaudible whine left your throat.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering.

"Just taking care of my little girl."

Your stomach dropped low, so low you had a feeling you were falling. You pushed yourself up on your arms, but Jungkook was quick to lean forward, a strong hand on your back forcing you back down once more.

"Stay still, angel, be good for me."

You tried to steady your breathing, feeling his hand smooth over the curve of your spine....and then your ass. You gasped, the panicked pounding of your heart echoing in your throat.

Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm. He settled his palms on your thighs next to rub them as well, release the tension from your muscles; but they only seemed to be getting tenser as he touched you.

You swallowed, your stomach flipping when he parted your thighs to work on the inside too. His fingers explored every inch of your skin he could reach, his breath hot on your ear as he leaned over you.

"Were you with a boy?"

You blinked, so distracted by the shock of how inappropriate all of this was that you didn't quite catch on to his question.

Jungkook slid his hand up slowly. It landed on your ass again and he squeezed it shamelessly, lovingly, his nose brushing up against the shell of your ear.

"Tonight," he clarified. "Did you sneak out to see a boy?"

You tensed up beneath him, a cold wave of fear flooding you from head to toe.

"I- I'm sorry," you blurted, tears burning your eyes again. "Please just-" stop. The word died on your tongue, because if you had to say it out loud, you'd have to say it in a complete sentence.

Stop making me feel like this.

Jungkook shushed you, trailing your cheek with his lips.

"No baby," he whispered. "This is my fault. I'm your father, aren't I? I should know better."

Your breath hitched when you felt his hand crawl under your dress, kneading the soft flesh of your ass harder, awakening a throbbing ache deep inside of you.

"Daddy-"

He squeezed even harder at the name. You were beginning to panic, the wetness gushing out of you mortifying, thighs squeezing together on instinct. Softly, Jungkook snuck his free hand in between the mattress and your stomach, sliding up. It passed your breasts and landed on your neck, luring you into a false sense of security. He stroked your collarbones, traced your racing pulse.

And then slowly, ever so slowly, firm and warm against the swell of your breasts, his inked hand slid right inside your bra.

You jerked at the intrusion.

Your chest trembled beneath his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing. It was unholy, and you wondered if you could set yourself free from this cage of heat and stupor, would you trash around and tell him to stop touching you? Would it make a difference if you did?

"What are you doing?" You whispered again, unable to find any other words.

Jungkook circled your hardened nipple with the tip of his finger, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck. It made you shudder.

"Taking care of my little girl," he replied with the same words, low and smooth. "Like I should have been all along. Like you've been craving."

You whined weakly, a pathetic attempt at a protest.

"I, I haven't..."

Jungkook leaned back again, only to lift your dress up, exposing your ass to his eyes. You tightened your grip on your pillow, your stomach jumping when he hooked his thumbs into your underwear.

"Really?" He questioned, taking his time to slide the material down your thighs. "Then why are you so wet?"

You had no answer. You started trembling when you heard him undo his zipper, hovering above you again. Your cunt clenched desperately, leaking. You didn't know if you were more scared of what was happening or the betrayal of your own body. His breathing sounded heavy in your ear, his knee nudging your thighs further apart.

"And why are you sneaking out just to fuck around, huh?" The question came with an abrupt smack on your ass.

You twitched at the burn, crying out in surprise. His hand was quick to tangle itself in your hair and pull your head back. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, hot and hard.

"Daddy-" you stammered again, shaky and unsure. Unsure if you were asking him to stop or just ram inside and fuck you already.

Jungkook groaned, rubbing himself against your slick folds.

"Yeah, I am, and you're my little girl. Only mine."

The first inch of his cock finally slid inside you. It felt so thick, already stretching you open. Your back arched like a cat's, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Jungkook shivered against you and continued pushing forward, your cunt fluttering and leaking around him.

"Oh fuck..." he breathed out. "See? You fit me so well, baby. This is where I belong."

His hips were right against your ass when he bottomed out, a soft, shaky moan escaping your throat. You felt full, so full of him everywhere, a loud squelch following his first thrust. You couldn't believe you were this wet.

He couldn't either.

He moaned lowly, setting a steady pace, plunging so deep into you it was impossible to hold on to any rationality.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up at him. Were you crying? You didn't even notice.

Somehow the fact that he brought it to your attention made more tears flow. His pace slowed, his lips caressing your cheeks softly, chasing them away.

"This is-" you moaned out, sniffling right after, "you're my-"

You could feel him smile against you. Why was he smiling? Didn't he realize how messed up this was? He was literally married to your mother before she...

"I'm your what?" He rasped, his cock twitching inside you.

His next thrust was harder, free hand travelling down to grope your ass again.

You whimpered, burning hot with shame and pleasure. Was he really getting off on this? Well, you weren't much better, but he didn't seem to feel even a bit of remorse. In fact, he seemed to be all the way up in heaven, and the way he groaned as he fucked you had you clenching down on his cock. His hips moved so well, sensual and strong against you, rushing you towards a high you didn't know was possible to reach.

"I'm your what?" He repeated the question, out of breath and sweet, demanding an answer.

You couldn't bring yourself to use the word. Not when he was inside you, raw and throbbing, covered in your slick.

Jungkook, however, wasn't too happy with your lack of compliance, his hand harsh and heavy when it came down on your ass again.

You moaned lewdly, urging his hips to snap harder against you.

"What the fuck am I, baby? Answer the fucking question."

More tears spilled, but somehow the shame fueled the desire, made the flames burn hotter.

You still couldn't use the word. Instead, you settled for a quiet, weak daddy.

Jungkook moaned.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah. And daddy is the only man a little girl needs, baby," he breathed into your ear. "You don't need another man. It's daddy's- ah- responsibility to keep you full. Your heart, your bank account and your cunt."

You tightened around him, the knot in your stomach twisting hotly. Jungkook's hips stuttered in their rhythm. He almost whimpered, a sound you never thought you'd hear coming from him. It had you on the brink of coming, pushing your ass up into him to chase the feeling.

Jungkook got the message, tugging on your hair roughly, the sting inducing goosebumps. The bed began to creak as he finally quickened his pace, pounding into your cunt like he wanted to tear you apart.

"Oh, I'm going to give you what you need, baby," he promised in between harsh pants, a groan slipping out between the words. "This little pussy is mine, and I'm going to stuff it full, yeah?"

A jolt of panic went through you, along with a jolt of arousal that made you soak his cock further.

"No, no, what if I- mmm-"

Your thighs started to shake, and it was impossible to tell if it was from anxiety or from how close you were.

"Get pregnant?" He finished for you, his teeth grazing your neck.

You could feel him twitch inside you, another filthy, breathy moan reaching your ear.

"You don't want that? No? Don't want daddy to knock you up?"

He pressed his lips into your ear when you shook your head.

"Liar," he whispered. "Your wet, little pussy wants it. Just gonna have to wait for your brain to catch up, baby. And before it does, I'm going to fuck you full, make it run down your thighs."

The band inside you snapped, the white, blazing heat blinding your senses. You could hear Jungkook groan and curse, thick warmth spurting right inside you as he came with you. The feeling only made you clench harder, made your shake under him like a leaf in the wind.

You weren't sure when it stopped, slowly coming back down to earth when he collapsed on top of you, his cock twitching inside you.

You felt a lot more drunk than you had when you came in, your body pulsing. Wanting to let you breathe, Jungkook pushed himself up reluctantly and slipped out of you with a quiet moan. You could feel his cum trickle out of you, staining the sheets below you.

It was just as euphoric as it was terrifying. What now?

As if sensing your worries, Jungkook touched your shoulder and gently turned you onto your back. It was the first time you could look at him properly since he laid you down. And he was so beautiful it made your heart hurt. Flushed and fucked out and looking at you like nothing else in the world mattered to him.

It made you remember your mother. And despite the fact that you never had a good relationship with her, you burst into tears.

Jungkook pulled you into his arms, cradling you like a child. If not for the fact that your panties were on the floor, he was still unzipped and you were overflowing with him, it would have been quite an ordinary image. Just a father holding his daughter.

"Baby, baby," he soothed, both of his hands caressing your sides. "Please, don't cry, fuck. What's the matter?"

You pulled away from his neck, wiping at your cheeks angrily.

"What do you mean what's the matter? You're- you're my-" you still couldn't bring yourself to say father. Instead, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "You married my mum," you spat instead. "She's not even gone that long. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You were one to talk. You couldn't help it, though. You were angrier with yourself than you were with Jungkook, and you had no idea how to deal with all the guilt you were feeling.

But your outburst didn't seem to bother him. He kept stroking your back, letting you throw your poison at him, with a look so tender in his eyes it made you feel even more sick with self loathing. You hid your face in your hands, unable to handle looking at him any longer.

Jungkook didn't mind. He'd take the poison from you. He'd drink all the poison from your well if it meant healing your soul. He'd drink poison from your lips if it meant he would get to touch them.

"You're too good for this world," he whispered softly.

Your hands slowly lowered, revealing your red, puffy eyes. You certainly weren't feeling good at all. What did he ever see in you, what did he see in you right now that made him ever think that?

"Your mother is gone. I..." He hesitated. "... cared about her, but she's gone now."

The fact that he avoided the word love did not escape you. Your brows furrowed.

"I loved her at first," he quickly corrected himself, though it was nothing but a lie. "But when I saw how she was treating you..."

You felt your stomach turn again, not in a good way. These memories weren't something you needed on your mind right now.

"It made me realize she wasn't a good person," he continued, brushing away the tear that fell down your cheek. "And you shouldn't feel bad for being happy because of her. Or anyone, for that matter."

His words were the understatement of the century. But you didn't need to know that.

He watched your face soften and pulled you in close again, his arms tight and secure around you.

"I'll never let you cry because of her again," he muttered softly. "I'll always protect you. You're my little girl, always will be my little girl."

Your lower lip trembled, but you couldn't deny the sense of comfort that his touch and reassurance brought you, helping your body relax in his hold.

No matter what your mother was like, it was still so wrong. But it would be a lie to say that he didn't ease the ache in your heart a little, his words so genuine it almost made you believe that he was your friend, your lover; not someone you've been calling your father for the last few years.

He held you as you drifted off, getting up only when your breathing completely evened out. With a sigh, he undressed and turned the light off, then slipped under the covers with you.

You were where you belonged. In his arms, safe and sound, exhausted but on your way to letting go. Your mother was where she belonged, too, six feet under the ground, where he personally made a space just for her, shaped perfectly for her body.

What kind of father would he be if he let anyone hurt you? What kind of father didn't protect his little girl?

Nevermind that he lied a little. Nevermind that he lied a lot. Nevermind the blood. All he felt as he held you was warmth, spreading through him like sunlight. He was glad he married that insufferable woman, because the whole thing allowed him to come into your life and take all your suffering away. He was so glad he lied through his teeth and told her he loved her every day. He'd do it all again. Just to lay with you like this, tangled together under the sheets.

His eyes fell closed, his nose buried in your hair. He could smell the faint strawberry scent of your shampoo, could feel you shiver a little, like a bad dream came to haunt you. He pulled you in closer, breathing you in, stroking your hair to comfort you.

Whether it was burying a body, or fighting your nightmares away, he was always ready, always there. Nothing new, nothing complicated. Just a father's job.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Brat wins

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: enemies to lovers au, non-idol au, annoying!jungkook

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Jungkook sends you a text at 1am wanting more of you but you pretend to ignore him until the memories of his taste become too much.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Uhm this is absolutely disgusting no plot at all it’s literally just fucking…sexting, dirty talk, y/n sends a video while using Jungkooks dildo, doggy, rough sex, begging, Jungkook fat cock syndrome, brat, cussing, cum play, unprotected sex(this is fiction be smart besties) that’s it

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 3.6k

A/n: im gonna say it…Jungkook in that tanktop tattoos exposed was not good for me this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever written but also I think my best smut yet I don’t think I’ll be able to write smut for a while because I used all my own inner slut for this

Part 2 to my Merry Kinkmas drabble

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You’ve tried ignoring the constant vibration of your phone against your nightstand but it was getting too annoying. Especially because you knew exactly who it was without looking, but you don’t want to face Jungkook right now. Not after what happened last time you saw him.

“Can't wait to cum all over that pretty mouth.”

His words from the other night ring dangerously in your mind like an alarm that won’t stop. It melts any idea of sleep from your body and replaces it with the need to be split open. You groan and toss around your bed until your hand finds your phone.

Jungkook:

Y/n

Jungkook:

Baby

You cringe at the word baby, you loved pet names but coming from him made them feel entirely different, almost like it’s a sin.

You:

Leave me alone 🖕🏽

Jungkook:

Oh baby don’t hurt my feelings again 💔

Jungkook:

Unless you want to make it up to me like last time

You shuttered, feeling heat spreading throughout your body at the mention of last time. Your knees are still healing from the bruises and rug burn that decorated them. You lick your lips, the taste of his cum and your spit mixed together lingered on them. The ghost of his hands gripping your neck after having just fucked your throat raw prickle your skin with goosebumps.

It was a complete moment of weakness but you can’t say you regret it.

You close your eyes, fingers mindlessly skimmed against the supple skin of your stomach as you replay everything.

•••••

Jungkook stood by you, bare cock grinding on your thigh as he whined against your neck. He was absolutely hurt that you didn’t like his gift even after proving that it was, in fact, his beautiful, hard, blushing cock that he cloned. He pouted and held it in his hand, stroking it and eagerly showing you how painful it was. He was convinced that cumming down your throat would definitely make him feel better after having his feelings hurt since he worked so hard being your secret Santa. You rolled your eyes, this was why he was the baby of the group and why he got everything he wanted.

But you weren’t going to give in, absolutely not.

There was no way you could give in to this brat, not even after he collected a drop of his precum and sinfully licked it off of his finger.

Fuck, why did he have to be so sexy!?

Your facade was breaking since you loved it a little messy and he just had to lick his own cum off his finger. You look away when you see him taking his shirt off, goddamn was he sexy, but it snaps something in you. Next thing you know, you're practically melting to your knees in front of him. Jungkook smirked, loving the way you parted your lips for his cock, he rubbed his tip against your outstretched tongue, too excited to feel your apology.

•••••

The vibration of your phone brought you back to your senses. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling wet and miserably empty.

Jungkook:

Baby don’t tell me you fell asleep on me?

You:

Don’t call me baby

Jungkook:

You didn’t seem to mind it when you were swallowing my cock 🤔

You:

What do you want Jungkook?

Jungkook:

Can’t sleep:(

You:

Okay? How is that my problem?

Jungkook:

It’s not your problem but you can be the solution

You:

And how am I the solution?

Jungkook:

Easy

Jungkook:

Let me see that pretty pussy 😋

Jungkook:

Send me a video of you playing with my gift 🎥

You blush, totally expecting him to be this crude but it still caught you off guard. You look over at your nightstand, his gift tucked away in the drawer, easy access for whenever you’re desperate enough. You snort and angrily type back.

You:

Fuck you! I’m not doing that!

Jungkook:

Don’t be mean to me :(

Jungkook:

Doesn't even have to be a long video just wanna see your pussy

Jungkook:

I’ll reward you with a little taste of my cock baby remember how much you liked it?

Jungkook:

Let you suck on it whenever you want I won’t even cum

Jungkook:

You like that kind of thing don’t you? Just having it in your mouth?

Fuck him, how did he know that? You did like it a lot, definitely a lot more than you should have after having his. But it’s not your fault, his dick just tasted differently, you loved the heady taste as perverted as that makes you. You’re considering his offer, lust fully taken over, it would please your oral fixation getting just a tiny taste. And you do trust him enough not to share it with anyone, plus you miss his dick.

You:

Fine but you have to delete it right after otherwise I’m going to bite your dick off

Jungkook:

Fuck yea

Jungkook:

Thank you my little Angel 💞 I’ll cum loads in your honor 😘

You don’t know what you just agreed to, but you did it and you weren’t someone to go back on your word. You quickly change into frilly panties and a loose shirt, you also gave your hair a quick fix before grabbing the dildo where it waits for you.

You say a little prayer before turning on your fairy lights, you change the color so it’s baby blue, his favorite. You then put your phone on your nightstand facing you and making sure it captures everything perfectly. Hitting record with shaky fingers flipped a switch in you, your facade was easy to play into. You smile into the camera before flipping it off, turning around so your pretty pink panties came into view. You’ve seen enough pornos to know how to arch your back and teasingly pull your panties down. Not all the way down, just so Jungkook could see your pussy and the wet patch it left.

You spit on your fingers and reach behind you to wet yourself, not that it needed it but it was for visual aesthetic. You spread your lips and tease your hole until you’re begging yourself to give you relief. As your fingertips play with your entrance your other hand looks for the dildo. You quickly spread your legs so the stretch won’t be as rough, and you glide it against your core. You moan Jungkook’s name, making sure you use your filthiest voice.

When you feel the dildo wet enough you push it against your entrance. The stretch stings but you tease yourself with the tip coaxing yourself to let more in. You moan again, this time his name is said in a whiny tone, begging for him. Once it’s buried to the hilt, you show him how he’d look snuggled inside you. You begin thrusting it slowly, making sure to moan softly so he can hear the sounds of your wet pussy around it.

You sit up, holding the dildo down so you can ride peacefully. It was a little hard to do but all worth it when it practically hits your cervix. You’re quickly tired from this position so you roll on your back, legs spreading and twitching when you fuck yourself again. Your fingers play with your nipples under your shirt, you arch your back feeling your edge coming sooner than you thought.

But you weren’t going to give him the treat of seeing you cum.

Your shaky fingers grab your phone so you can get a closer look of how much it’s stretching you open. You film your sweaty body but end the video right after you lift your shirt up. You’re smiling too much as you type your message and send it to Jungkook. You continue playing with yourself satisfied and ready to chase your climax.

You:

{video attachment}

You:

Have fun with that you little brat

Despite your insult you’re in too deep to stop fucking yourself, the tip of the dildo feels too good hitting all your weak spots, but it’s not enough. You imagine his actual cock could do better at reaching those spots, leaking and rubbing against your walls in the most crude way possible. You moan and pick up the pace until it starts to sting, but you've always been one to like a little plain in your pleasure.

Your phone vibrates again, you forgot about the video you sent, too lost in finding your pleasure. You move so you’re on your tummy, dildo still snug inside you as you shift your leg to open yourself up again. Shaky fingers grab your phone so you can see the destruction left behind by your glorious cunt.

Jungkook:

What the fuck

Jungkook:

Fuck you’re so hot

Jungkook:

I swear you’re so fucking hot

Jungkook:

Pussy so pretty it loves my cock 😍

His texts stop coming for a minute, presumably to satisfy himself. You almost start working towards your own finish again but the texts flood your phone very annoyingly. You grunt before checking them.

Jungkook:

Oj fuxk

Jungkook:

Fuckijg mosnuing my namr

Jungkook:

Domt fucjng do bgat

Jungkook:

Answe mu cakk NWO

You panic when you feel your phone vibrate, you didn’t think he would actually call. Yet his name kept popping up until you hesitantly answer it. You’re met with the sound of Jungkook moaning, you almost choke on your spit, completely forgetting how gorgeous he sounded.

“I can’t fucking cum,” He’s breathing hard and growling out his words,” I want to fuck you— oh my god y/n, let me fuck your pretty cunt open.”

You stay silent, too focused on the sound of his hand slapping against his hips and the vulgarity of his words. He’s never sounded so desperate before, it made you stop your own desperation to cum just to listen to him.

“Baby give me more.” He moans his curses and begging.

“W-What more do you want?” You swallow the lump in your throat but he’s suddenly quiet. You can only hear shuffling and more grunting.

“I want to cum all over your pussy y/n.” Jungkook huffs but his whine was enough that blank your mind.

Your lips move without much thinking, you don’t care at this point, you want to feel him fill you to the brim. Fucking you so hard you can’t form any proper words. The dildo he made doesn’t satisfy you as much as the real thing would. You want to feel the pulse of his cock, the warmth of it pounding into you.

“Then come.” You end the phone call before you regret it. You let him take it as it is, he can cum or he can come. Either way you’ll be waiting, but in the meantime you think you’ll keep yourself busy with your new favorite toy.

You’re almost half asleep having already reached your climax but the sudden knocking on your door jolted you awake. The knocks are frantic and loud, you know exactly who it is but you’ll play dumb for the thrill of it. You wrap your flimsy robe that does little to hide your naked body underneath but you know he'll appreciate it.

You quickly make your way to your door, heart hammering in your chest with every step. You’re feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement thinking of what he was going to do. The knocks are louder now, almost pounding. You open the door and hiss for him to quiet down but what you’re met with floods your body with lust.

Jungkook’s breathing hard, hand on the door frame as he takes in your figure and what you’re wearing. He’s trying to catch his breath but you’re not helping at all with your sheer robe. He can see your pretty tits and nipples that beg for his attention, but he wants to see the cunt that cries for him with no barriers.

You’re smirking, eyeing him up and down, he can’t get any sexier than now wearing sweats and a muscle tee. His tattoos are all on display for your lustful eyes and it takes everything in you not to lick all over his muscular arms.

“You really must not get any pussy if you want mine this badly—“

“Stop talking—“ He shuts you up with his lips, the door is easily shut behind him. Hiding everything that was about to happen, not a care in the world, right now it’s just you and him. The kiss was messy, tongues gliding against each other just how you like it. Jungkook’s hands touch whatever skin he can grip, they lewdly cup your ass until you whine against his lips. You feel him smirk but he’s more focused on trying to get to your bedroom before he breaks down and fucks you right there at the entrance of your apartment.

You’re bumping into everything, kisses too rough and hypnotizing to care about the fallen frames and books. You eventually get him into your room where he unties your robe and eyes the body he’s been hungry for. But Jungkook is impatient, he pushes you on your bed and takes his shirt off. You’re quick to untie his sweats and free his rock hard erection from its restraints. Your hand squeezes the tip before wrapping your mouth around it, lightly sucking just to memorize its taste.

You distract him from fully taking his sweats off when you start bobbing your head. He motions for you to undress from your robe before you can get any more of his cock into your mouth. Any other day he would gladly cum on your tongue but right now he won’t cum unless it’s on your cunt.

He pushes you to lay down, hands behind your thighs to spread them open. Jungkook bends down and slowly swipes the flat of his tongue against your sticky slit. He limits himself to one sinful lick otherwise he'll be attached to you all night. Jungkook quickly pulls away and hovers over you, eyes dark and frantic but promising.

“Another day baby I promise,” He traps your lips in a heated kiss,” fucking promise I’ll eat you out until you’re crying.”

He angles his hip so his tip pokes your clenching entrance. It’s too much teasing for you, you’ve already felt how his length fits in you, you’re dying for the real thing.

“Ok ok just hurry up,” You pitifully whine, wrapping your legs around his hips trying to pull him inside you,” fuck me already—“

You don’t need to beg, he wants it just as bad as you do, if not more. Jungkook leans his hips to let his cock sink into you. He moans when he feels your walls recognize his shape, swallowing him back in with a wet welcome. He wastes no time and starts pounding into you, you moan a little too loud but his cock is worth the scolds you’ll get from neighbors.

Jungkook fucks you too desperatly, too dirty, too needy. He still hasn’t even taken his sweats off because of his desperation to feel your tight cunt around him. They rest on his thighs but he’s too focused on rutting into you to care. Jungkook meant to savor every bit of you but his cock has a mind of its own, it slips in and out of you with ease. You’re ridiculously wet and perfectly tight, it makes him go stupid with pleasure.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” He grunts in your ear,” Fucking love your pussy—“

“Jungkook—“ He kisses bruises into the skin of your neck, marking what’s his for anyone to see.

“You like my cock baby?”

“Yes, Yes I love it,” His hips rock into you harder, making your eyes roll back from the sting,” I love it Jungkook—“

“It’s all yours baby,” He speaks the truth, Jungkook has always been yours. He’s just waiting for the day you realize you’re his.

The room is filled with moans, skin slapping and the awful squeaking of your bed, but that doesn’t stop you from asking for more.

“Fuck me harder,” You’re begging as if he was the only means to your pleasure,” God, Jungkook, make it hurt—“

“You want me to make it hurt?” He repeats your words just to hear you scream.

“Yes!”

And he does exactly what you want, how could he say no when you’re clawing his back so desperately?

Jungkook pulls out and finally gets rid of his pants before flipping you over to have you on your knees. He grabs your softest pillow and places it in front of you before shoving your face into it. You squeal but you love the way he’s using you so roughly, it’s your every fantasy come true.

You wiggle your hips but he’s not having any of that and he says it with the heavy hand that slaps the supple flesh. You yelp as he moves on, hands gripping your waist tightly as if you’d try to escape. You feel his dick on your thigh, leaving a delicious trace of precum you much rather would have licked off. But he doesn’t let you imagine the taste since he’s fucking himself back into you.

Jungkook holds your arm behind you, fingers gripping on to your wrist while he feels your nails dig into his. Quick pumps of his hips slap against your ass, he’s fucking you so hard you cry out with each thrust. He loves hearing your moans though, they’re like a melody Jungkook could fuck to the rhythm of forever.

“Jun-Jungkook— I’m gonna cum—“ You arch your back to let him reach deeper into you.

“Cum then baby.” He leans over you, tattooed hand wrapped around your neck, just because he can, while his other hand snakes between your legs to pinch your clit. You cry out again, surprised but it was all you needed to have your muscles tighten and clenching around him as you reach your peak. You grip the sheets and repeatedly moan his name like a prayer on your tongue.

He slows down his pace and grinds his thickness into you to help you ride your high. He kisses your shoulder and calls you a good baby girl until his lips lock with yours. It’s a sweet kiss that you’ll overthink about, it’s too intimate but you crave it. Jungkook pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose, your cheek and your brow before smiling.

“My turn,” He slaps your ass and leans up again, he means business now,” I’m gonna make this pussy mine.”

He gave no other warning besides his hands on your waist. But one buck of his hips was all you needed to know that he was desperately holding back before. He’s set a merciless rhythm, cock throbbing as your pussy sucked him back in. He’s close, you can tell since his nails are digging into your hips, just like they did when he held your wrists as he released on your tongue the other day.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this Y/n,” Jungkook grunts as he feels his edge,” dreamt about this cunt for so long, now it’s all mine.”

You nod your head, too tired to fight him on this and maybe because you’re ok with the idea of being his toy. If this is how he fucks, you really don’t mind. His hips stutter when he feels you take his hand to grasp your breast, making him roughly squeeze it. Jungkook feels you tighten around him, almost hindering his movement, but that doesn’t stop him.

“Oh fuck baby,” He sighs lovingly,” oh, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You clench to help him reach his high, your fingers moving his to play with your nipple. Jungkook pulls his hand away so he can pull out and fist his aching girth. Choked whines accompany squirting cum that lands wherever it wants, some land on your ass and some on your swollen cunt. It was too beautiful for Jungkook to stay away from so his fingers stroke your lips to smother his cum into your clit. He won’t fuck it into you but he’ll enjoy the way you tremble and smother your face in your pillow.

You swat his hand away and finally let your body slump in your bed. You close your eyes, way more than satisfied, worn out, but happy you got tossed around. Jungkook recollects himself, he watches your sleepy figure and chuckles. He let himself go a little hard so now he has to deal with the aftermath all on his own. He gets up to look for anything to clean you with, he makes sure to use soft hands since your skin was already irritated from him. He looks for his clothes and folds them neatly since he doesn’t like wrinkles. Jungkook puts your own clothes in your hamper and is about to tuck you in but you suddenly grab his wrist, thinking he was going to leave.

But you weren’t going to let him leave now, no way is he getting away with fucking you like that without treating you to breakfast.

“Oh no, you’re making me breakfast brat.” It’s the last thing you say before your eyelashes flutter shut. Jungkook shakes his head before slipping next to you to pull you into his arms, face buried in your hair like he was made to be there. He sighs blissfully, he wasn’t planning on leaving, you’re not getting rid of him so easily. So he’ll gladly make you breakfast.

Maybe he’ll get another taste of you while he’s at it.

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Also please Im literally begging, send me and ask, tell me how you like it, if you’d like to see more !! I really want to know what you guys think!!

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⤷ ❝hands on❞ — jjk (s.m)

➤ Pareja: jungkook!tatuado x lectora!fem

➤ Recuento de palabras: 7.2k palabras

➤ Género: compañeros de clase, smut y obscenidad.

➤Resumen: Cuando conociste a tu compañero de proyecto nunca te imaginaste terminar babeando y obsesionada por sus manos y por un bocado de él, en un esfuerzo por aliviar algo del estrés decides alimentar tus sucias fantasías con algunos textos y mensajes inocentes sobre Jungkook con tu mejor amiga, detallando, explícitamente, lo que quieres que esas grandes y jodidas manos te hagan, hasta que un día le envías por error unos de esos mensajes a Jungkook, y es ahí cuando él decide cumplir todos tus deseos al pie de la letra.

➤ Advertencias: 18+ | lenguaje maduro y explícito | lenguaje vulgar y obsceno | sobreestimulación | las manos de Jungkook (sí, es una advertencia) | sexting | masturbación | charla sucia | tensión sexual | halagos durante el sexo | sexo oral (r. mujer) | juego y estimulación del clítoris | un poco de insultos | bofetadas en los pechos | chupar pezones | la lectora está atada de manos a una silla | follar con los dedos | jalar el cabello | nalgadas | bromas juguetonas durante el sexo | sexo duro | sexo con protección | JK ama tus tetas y juega con ellas (mucho) es dulce pero también engreído | Jungkook tiene un gran pene! 

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Esto es malo.

—¿Crees que realmente revisará y contará todas nuestras fuentes? —Jungkook preguntó pero yo no podía escuchar nada de lo que decía.

Esto es realmente malo.    

—Solo tengo diez, pero miré documentos de la época medieval y aún así no encuentro más…

Sus dedos se abrieron paso a través de esos largos mechones negros de su cabello con frustración y sus ojos se cruzaron con los míos por unos segundos.

Esto es jodidamente malo.

—No mucha gente ha escrito sobre este tema en específico y nos estamos quedando sin información…

Jungkook tomó distraídamente su lápiz mientras seguía hablando y mi pulso se aceleró por el pánico creciente en mi cuerpo.

No, por favor no, el lápiz no…

Lo hizo girar hábilmente sobre sus nudillos, moviendo su muñeca casualmente para que crujiera con un pequeño estallido agudo.

Y luego; apretó los puños. Duro. Si, este es el final para mí.

—¡Agua! — casi grité mientras saltaba bruscamente de mi asiento, los papeles de nuestra investigación se deslizaron en todas direcciones y la mirada sorprendida de Jungkook se lanzó hacia mí.

—¿Estás bien? —Jungkook me preguntó sin dejar de mirarme y yo traté de relajar mis nervios.

—Sí. Oh, sí. Solo tengo... sed. —respondí formando una sonrisa forzada, y esas fueron las palabras más verdaderas que jamás había dicho.

Mi dulce, amable y jodidamente sexy compañero de proyecto sonrió; felizmente inconsciente de todas las formas en que lo profanaba mentalmente.

—La cocina está a la vuelta de la esquina, si no tienes problemas en ir sola en lo que investigo más sobre nuestro tema. —Jungkook habló con calma sin borrar su bonita sonrisa y yo solo pude asentir rígidamente antes de desaparecer por el pasillo.

Y unos momentos después, en la relativa privacidad de la cocina de Jungkook, apoyé ambas palmas de mis manos sobre la mesa y traté de respirar correctamente antes de gruñir por lo bajo.

Dios, soy una desgracia.

No siempre había sido así. Todavía podía recordar una época (hace 3 semanas exactamente) en la que era una persona normal, lejos de ser una completa exhibicionista.

Mi carrera era mi prioridad justo ahora, estaba a punto de titularme y debía esforzarme el doble si quería terminar mi último año sin problemas y poder obtener un trabajo decente, tenía todo planeado, nada se me salía de control, sabía lo que quería y lo que tenía que hacer para conseguirlo, tenía toda mi vida organizada y estable.

Hasta que Jeon Jungkook envolvió sus gloriosas manos alrededor de mi piso de cotidianidad y aburrimiento y me sacó de ahí.

A primera vista, Jungkook no representaba una verdadera amenaza. Sí, era hermoso, no estaba ciega, estaba bien formado y era abrumadoramente educado, pero no era una novata inexperta en eso, el salir un par de veces con Park Jimin me habían dejado en claro que había llegado a un nivel superior de belleza con él.

O eso pensaba.

Tal vez era su costumbre de usar mangas holgadas que colgaban sueltas sobre sus brazos hasta que solo se veía el más mínimo indicio de las yemas de sus dedos, pero mi impresión inicial de Jungkook no fue cuando ingresó de último a clase de arte, eso habría sido inolvidable. Más bien fue hasta que el Dr. Kim anunció a los compañeros de tesis que había descubierto mi error fatal.

—Trabajarás con Jeon Jungkook. 

Y ahí los dos nos miramos el uno al otro a través de la pequeña sala de conferencias e intercambiamos amistosos asentimientos, y después de finalizar la clase, mi nuevo compañero se dirigió a mi escritorio.

—Hola, déjame darte mi número, envíame un mensaje de texto con tu disponibilidad y puedo reservar tiempo en la biblioteca para nosotros.

Y entonces sucedió.

Jungkook se arremangó las mangas de su camisa y mi cerebro sufrió un cortocircuito.

Santa mierda.

Sus manos eran obscenas. NSFW. Básicamente pornográficas.

Sus dedos eran largos y con un toque suave en cada nudillo, uñas bien redondeadas y palmas anchas con un toque de venas que subían por sus brazos hermosamente.

—¿Está bien? —preguntó pero su voz solo se escuchaba de fondo mientras yo seguía observando sus manos sin descaro alguno.

Los diseños hábilmente tatuados en su piel sobresalían de su mano derecha y se entrelazaban con su muñeca y su antebrazo, no podía ver más allá de lo que me permitía la manga de su camisa pero estaba segura que todo su brazo estaba tatuado, y juré que moría por pasar mi lengua por cada trazo en su piel.

—A menos que no te sientas cómoda…— volvió a hablar y casi estuve a punto de decirle que se callara para seguir observando sus manos como tanto quería.

Esos anillos; uno en el meñique y otros dos más en sus dedos índices y… el pulgar, Dios, tragué saliva al imaginarme de rodillas frente a él mientras Jungkook me obligaba a chupar su pulgar como si fuera su polla, preparándome antes de…

—Quiero decir, así no tienes que darme tu número, como sea, escríbeme y nos ponemos de acuerdo.

¿Esas eran pulseras de cadena? ¿Quién era este hombre? ¿Quién era yo? ¿Cuál era mi nombre? ¿Qué tan profundo podrían esos dedos deslizarse en mi...?

¿Por qué se está alejando?

—¡Oh, joder! ¡Espera, Jungkook..!

Y realmente todo se había ido cuesta abajo desde allí.

Sus manos eran solo una droga de entrada al resto de todo lo que era Jungkook. Cada detalle que había ignorado sin esfuerzo ahora fluía repentinamente a través de mi conciencia en alta definición.

Su olor era algo deliciosamente masculino con un toque de vainilla que me dejaba aturdida cada que estaba cerca de él, los suaves rizos de su cabello colgaban románticamente sobre los perfectos rasgos de su rostro y ojos, y ese pecho tan ancho, firme, lamible.

Jungkook era un plato completo. Y yo me estaba muriendo de hambre.

No era un secreto que mi libido había estado encarcelado durante demasiado tiempo por todas las horas extra de trabajo y clases que me exigía a mí misma, y ahora solo se había vuelto completamente salvaje, rasgando mi cuerpo cada que tenía alguna sesión de estudio con Jungkook.

Había logrado milagrosamente compensar el mal funcionamiento inicial en el que prácticamente había babeado sobre sus manos en lugar de darle mi número y establecimos un horario de trabajo, pero en realidad, las reuniones con mi compañero se convirtieron rápidamente en un ejercicio diario de incontrolable sed de deseo.

Y era necesario tomar medidas.

No iba a dejar que Jeon Jungkook y sus gloriosas y varoniles manos destruyeran años de arduo trabajo casi autoimpuesto.

—Necesitas una salida.

La voz de mi amiga Jungyeon interrumpió otro de mis sueños de clasificación porno que tenía sobre Jungkook; en el que me daba una palmada en los muslos en el parque público en el que estábamos.

—¿Qué tipo de salida? —pregunté en medio de un suspiro de tristeza; mirando mis muslos y viendo la notable falta de la mano de Jungkook antes de arrugar mi nariz al tener una sospecha de cuál era la solución que Jungyeon ofrecería.— Por favor, dime que no vas a sugerir una noche sudorosa con algún tipo sucio del bar al que vas cada viernes.

Jungyeon puso los ojos en blanco y me dio un golpecito en la frente.

—No princesa, estaba pensando en una salida más creativa. Como... escribir.

—¿Quieres que empiece a escribir poemas calientes?

—Se le dice literatura erótica.— Jungyeon me corrigió en tono de burla y ahora fue mi turno de rodar los ojos.— Pero como sea; tu pequeño y sucio secreto podría traer mucha alegría al mundo, específicamente a mi mundo.

—Debes estar bromeando. —respondí casi a punto de echarme a reír ante su sugerencia.

—Por supuesto que no estoy bromeando, en lugar de pasarme horas buscando combustible de fantasía en esos blogs usaré tus fantasías como combustible. —Jungyeon explicó con calma como si fuera la solución a todos sus problemas .—Solo envíame un mensaje de texto cuando tengas otra de tus fantasías y podrás estar más tranquila y yo disfrutar un poco, será como un servicio de suscripción sucio.

—Estás loca.

—Soy una genio.

Pero dejando de lado la falta de límites y tacto de Jungyeon, ella era, de hecho, literalmente una genio, porque todo lo que necesité fue intoxicarme de Jungkook durante nuestra próxima sesión de lluvia de ideas que yo ya me estaba escondiendo en el baño para escribirle mi primera fantasía.

Yo: Quiero que Jeon Jungkook envuelva sus manos alrededor de la parte de atrás de mi cuello y presione mi cara contra la mesa mientras me folla con fuerza hasta que esté gritando.

Jungyeon: Definitivamente soy una genio. ¿Te sientes mejor?

Yo: Sí, un poquito.

Y así comenzaron varias semanas de lo que cariñosamente llamaba "porno kookie".

Algunos eran bastante explícitos:

Yo: “Quiero que Jeon Jungkook arranque mis bragas empapadas y mueva mi clítoris desnudo en sus gruesos muslos hasta que sus jeans estén mojados con mi orgasmo.”

Otros eran de naturaleza más filosófica:

Yo: “Si muero antes de lamer el sudor de los abdominales de Jeon Jungkook, ¿realmente viví?”

Y algunos otros fueron extrañamente específicos:

Yo: “Quiero pasar mi lengua por cada vena de las manos y antebrazos de Jeon Jungkook mientras lame y muerde mis tetas.”

Jungyeon estaba viviendo su mejor vida por supuesto y esperaba con alegría mis reuniones de estudio con Jungkook para poder tener más “kookies".

Los textos, sin embargo, no eran más que una curita en la herida de bala que tenía. No eran suficientes.

Cada vez que Jungkook me sonreía o me miraba con esa expresión suave y brillante, o decía algo extremadamente inteligente; el latido insistente en mi entrepierna se intensificaba cada vez más hasta que me veía obligada a buscar un alivio inmediato cuando realmente tenía que hacerlo. Frotando mi entrepierna sutilmente contra el respaldo de su sofá cuando Jungkook iba al baño después de que usara la parte inferior de su camisa para limpiar algunas gotas de agua en la mesa; casi asesinándome con un destello de sus abdominales bien marcados por unos segundos.

Pero la peor parte de todo era que sabía muy bien que mi fijación hacia Jungkook no era simplemente sexual. Cuanto más lo disfrutaba genuinamente como persona, menos efectivos se volvían mis espeluznantes textos.

Y ahora aquí estaba: escondida en su cocina con el calor y la humedad pegándose incómodamente entre mis piernas y sin ningún tipo de alivio a la vista. Gruñendo con irritación, saqué mi teléfono y me preparé mentalmente para servirle a Jungyeon un Kookie humeante recién salido del horno de mi imaginación.

Yo: Quiero que Jeon Jungkook me ate a la silla de su comedor. Quiero que rompa mi blusa por la mitad, me golpee las tetas y me chupe los pezones hasta que grite...

La fantasía en mi cabeza se construyó a un ritmo alarmante y mis dedos apenas podían seguir el ritmo de la suciedad que estaba imaginando.

Yo: Quiero que me suba la falda y frote mi clítoris a través de mis bragas empapadas hasta que esté gimiendo su nombre una y otra vez…

Yo: Quiero ver como mete sus dedos en mi coño mojado. Quiero que me incline hacia atrás y juegue con mi clítoris hasta que no pueda recordar quién soy.

Yo: Quiero que me parta por la mitad con su polla y me golpee el culo hasta que no pueda sentarme por días. Quiero ver como sus jodidas y sexys manos recorren todos los lugares de mi cuerpo caliente por él…

Me dolía el cuerpo. Estaba atormentada. Los textos que alguna vez habían sido una válvula de presión ahora estaban aumentando activamente la presión dentro de mi cuerpo. Estaba gimiendo de frustración, presioné el botón de enviar y volví a guardar el teléfono en mi bolsillo, lista para enfrentar una vez más la fuente de mi miseria cuando de repente...

Da-ding

El sonido de un celular a través del pasillo me regresó directamente a la realidad. Y yo conocía ese sonido.

Era el sonido que Jungkook había programado como alerta de mensajes para mi contacto, y ahora… ahora significaba el sonido de mi mundo derrumbándose por completo.

Con las manos temblorosas saque mi teléfono para confirmar la terrible verdad que muy en el fondo de mi ya sabía. No le había enviado un mensaje de texto a Jungyeon.

Le había enviado un mensaje de texto a Jungkook.

Por un momento, un momento increíblemente breve, consideré la idea de que él simplemente ignoraría el mensaje y continuaría con su búsqueda de información para nuestra tesis. Pero no fue así.

El jadeo débil pero insoportablemente claro llegó a la cocina. Fue el grito ahogado de un hombre que acababa de descubrir que su compañera de tesis quería que la "partiera por la mitad con su polla".

Debía correr. Huir a cualquier otro país y cambiar mi nombre. Mis ojos recorrieron frenéticamente el lugar que me rodeaba; buscando desesperadamente un medio de escape.

Había una sola ventana en toda la habitación, justo encima del fregadero, y estaba segura que si debía trepar por el fregadero para poder salir de aquí. Por supuesto que lo haría; saltaría directo a un tiburón si eso significara librarme de la cocina de máxima seguridad de Jungkook.

Tenía un pie sobre el fregadero y el otro colgaba precariamente en el aire a punto de arrastrarme a la salvación y huir de ahí justo antes de que dos manos grandes y fuertes rodearan mi cintura; tirando mi cuerpo hacia atrás de regreso a la cocina con un esfuerzo vergonzosamente pequeño.

El pequeño chillido de sorpresa que solté no fue nada al darme cuenta de que Jungkook me había arrojado cuidadosamente y con suma facilidad  sobre su hombro como un saco de harina mientras se alejaba conmigo en brazos de lo que había considerado como la única forma de salir viva de su casa.

Un quejido de indignación se me escapó cuando sentí mi trasero golpear la silla del comedor y traté de hacer todo lo posible para mantener mis ojos pegados a sus rodillas; estaba segura que sería incapaz de encontrar la mirada del alma inocente que muy probablemente había traumatizado de por vida.

Por un pequeño instante de silencio todo quedó extrañamente suspendido, no podía decir alguna palabra sin que la vergüenza se apoderara de mí después de que Jungkook hubiera descubierto mi sucio secreto acerca de él, y entonces sentí que dos de sus dedos se presionaban firmemente debajo de mi mandíbula; elevando mi rostro hacia él.

—Debo decir...—Jungkook murmuró arrastrando sus palabras pensativamente, dejando que su mirada intensa se posara sobre mi.— Que esto es algo sorprendente dada tu... historia.

Estaba cerca. Demasiado cerca. Lo suficientemente cerca como para que su aroma, esa mezcla familiar de vainilla me hiciera agua la boca.

Y definitivamente no se veía traumatizado. O inocente.

Tragué saliva al darme cuenta del hecho que el hombre frente a mi parecía más una estrella de rock empapada de sexo; con carisma puro envuelto en tatuajes y músculos sólidos.

—¿Oh? —balbuceé por lo bajo sin entender sus palabras y Jungkook solo me sonrió.

—¿Sorprendida? Eso es lindo viniendo de la mujer que quiere que yo…—alardeó con suficiencia en su voz antes de sacar su teléfono para comprobarlo.— La parta por la mitad con mi polla.

Y ahí estaba.

—Obviamente no quise enviarte eso... a ti. —murmuré por lo bajo sintiendo como la vergüenza subía por todo mi rostro.

—Oh, lo sabía incluso antes de que te atrapara queriendo saltar por la ventana. —Jungkook se rio entre dientes sin dejar de mirarme y yo solo me encogí en la silla.— Hablando de eso…

Su cuerpo se inclinó sobre el mío para tomar algo sobre la mesa y cuando regresó a su posición de antes mis ojos se abrieron al ver lo que era; una cuerda para saltar, la misma que había visto colgada en la pared cuando entré a la cocina y que ahora estaba enrollada sin apretar alrededor de su muñeca. Apenas tuve tiempo para procesar eso antes de verlo moverse hacia un lado y tomar mis manos hacia atrás contra el respaldo de la silla.

—¿Me estás… atando? —pregunté aún sin creerlo y jadeando por lo bajo al sentir un tirón fuerte con la cuerda en mis muñecas, fijando mi posición para que no pudiera moverme.

—¿No es lo que querías? —Jungkook susurró suavemente contra mi oído y su voz melosa y profunda me hizo temblar de forma vergonzosa. —Esta fue la solicitud que enviaste, ¿no es así? —agregó inclinándose para inspeccionar su obra y cuando estuvo satisfecho volvió a estar frente a mi. —Además no puedo permitir que intentes saltar por otra ventana, esto es realmente por tu propia seguridad.

Me sonrojé aún más al ver la sonrisita burlona que me regaló y abrí mis labios para decir algo, pero todo lo que salió fue una especie de sibilancia mientras Jungkook seguía mirándome con diversión engreída.

—¿Sabes que eres una especie de leyenda en la universidad? Te llaman la nena pura y casta. —Jungkook comenzó a hablar y no pude evitar rodar mis ojos ante sus palabras.

—Y se preguntan por qué nunca me acostaré con ellos. —farfullé con amargura siendo muy consciente de lo que se decía de mí y eso solo hizo que Jungkook riera por lo bajo mientras le daba un considerable repaso a todo mi cuerpo a su merced. —Sabes que no puedes andar atando mujeres a sillas contra su…

—¿Contra su voluntad? —Jungkook completó con una sonrisa diabólica adornando su perfecto rostro antes de inclinarse y quedar frente a mí, cara a cara. —Supongo que es bueno que tenga tu permiso por escrito aquí mismo.

Sentí mi respiración atascarse en mi garganta al escucharlo hablar, Jungkook me dio un rápido vistazo antes de enterrar su rostro en mi cuello y su aliento cálido aliento me hizo cosquillas en la piel segundos antes de sentir sus bonitos labios besar mi cuello con hambre, ahogué un gemido por la forma en que su lengua se deslizaba por toda mi piel; marcándola con intensas lamidas y pequeñas mordiditas, y cuando se alejó de mí no pude evitar lloriquear en silencio.

—¿Por qué no me lo lees, hmm? —Jungkook pidió elevando su teléfono a la altura de mi rostro.

—Yo no, no puedo…—balbuceé sintiendo como la vergüenza inicial regresaba a mí y respiré entrecortado cuando Jungkook pasó su pulgar por mi labio inferior lentamente; obligándome a mirarlo.

—Hazlo. —Me ordenó con su voz más dura de lo que esperaba.

El áspero timbre de su orden disparó una chispa caliente de placer directamente al centro de mis piernas, y juré que nunca había estado tan nerviosa como ahora, había algo en su mirada, algo que me hacía querer obedecerlo en todo lo que me pidiera, y así lo hice.

—Yo... quiero que Jeon Jungkook…. —comencé leyendo el texto y mi respiración se detuvo cuando el calor de su mano libre se deslizó sobre mi torso. —Me ate a su silla del comedor.

—Listo. —Afirmó en un susurro dejando que sus dedos delinearan las correas alrededor de mis muñecas.— Continua.

—Quiero que rompa, oh Dios… —balbuceé con la respiración agitada al sentir sus dedos deslizándose por mi pecho haciendo que cada palabra que decía se escuchara rota. —Quiero que rompa mi blusa por la mitad, golpeé mis tetas y…

No pude seguir leyendo más porque la mano pecadora de Jungkook se enganchó en el cuello de mi blusa; tirando con fuerza hacia los lados y rompiendo la tela, haciendo que los botones volaran en todas direcciones y que mi piel se estremeciera al sentir el aire fresco colándose por todo mi pecho.

—Me vuelves jodidamente loco… —Jungkook murmuró con una voz tan sensual y ronca mientras sentía sus ojos posarse en mis senos que subían y bajaban con cada profunda respiración que daba, lo vi relamerse sus bonitos labios al notar el sujetador de encaje negro que me había puesto hoy solo porque todos los demás estaban sucios.

Sus manos eran dulces cielos ardientes mientras se acercaban para palmear mis pechos levemente uno por uno, y yo simplemente no pude evitar gemir en voz alta; arqueando mi espalda hacia adelante y hacia sus manos sin vergüenza. Mi dignidad ya había desaparecido hace mucho tiempo a este punto y no deseaba recuperarla por ahora.

—Por favor… —rogué por lo bajo antes de soltar un pequeño gemido cuando sus grandes manos amasaron mis senos con una presión perfecta, podía sentir el peso de sus anillos a través de la tela de mi sostén.

—Nunca pensé que podría hacer esto. —Jungkook habló mientras sus pulgares rozaban con brusquedad mis pezones; arrancándome un gemido involuntario y haciendo que tirara con fuerza de la cuerda en mis manos. —Deberías de ver lo bonita que te ves así… —continuó hablando en medio de un denso suspiro, y el calor de su aliento chocó contra mi pecho haciéndome remover en la silla mientras sus manos seguían amasando con fuerza mis senos. —Pero quiero que sepas que yo también tengo muchas ideas de lo que yo te quiero hacer.

Y tan pronto como dijo eso su boca ya se encontraba sobre mi pecho; dejando besos húmedos y calientes por encima de la tela en uno de mis senos, haciendo que arqueara mi espalda más a su boca y que el calor en mi entrepierna aumentara incontrolablemente.

Había pasado tanto tiempo y estaba tan sensible, demasiado sensible.

—¡J-Jungkook! —jadeé entrecortado al sentirlo mover su boca hacia mi otro pecho sin previo aviso, dándole la misma atención con su deliciosa boca hasta que estaba retorciéndome y apretando mis muslos juntos sobre la silla.

—¿Ansiosa, bebé? —Jungkook preguntó formando una sonrisita burlona aún en mi pecho y yo solo pude lanzarle una mirada desesperada; rogándole mudamente que me diera lo que tanto quería.

Jungkook sonrió al ver mi estado de necesidad y volví a gemir cuando tomó un nuevo bocado de mi seno en su boca, sus dientes mordisquearon mi pezón sin mucha fuerza por encima de la tela que solo envió una punzada aguda de dolor teñido de placer directamente a mi clítoris, a este punto mi interior ya estaba apretando alrededor de la nada.

—Suenas tan bonita, bebé… —Jungkook elogió gentilmente, dejando que sus labios calmaran mi pezón. —Déjame darte lo que quieres…

Solté un pequeño suspiro de alivio al escucharlo justo antes de que sus dedos se engancharan al borde de las copas de mi sujetador tirando con fuerza hacia abajo hasta que mis senos desnudos se derramaron por encima y lo escuché gruñir ante la vista.

—Joder… —Jungkook jadeó antes de estirar sus manos ahuecar mis senos; como si estuviera probando su peso en ellas, su mirada me devoraba con hambre y ya podía sentir mis bragas empapadas bajo sus atenciones.

No hubo pensamientos más allá de ese segundo, mi deseo era desesperado en este momento, necesitaba más de su toque, más de él, lo necesitaba, lo anhelaba tanto que sentía que podía quedarme sin aliento, empujándome hacia él como una gatita necesitada, hasta que…

Slap.

Jadeé de placer por lo bajo cuando su palma se conectó contra mi piel, golpeando bruscamente un lado de mis senos.

—¿Es esto lo que querías, bebé? —Jungkook preguntó encontrando mis ojos llorosos antes de sonreír al ver mi estado y dar otro rotundo golpe justo del otro lado.

Mi boca se abrió de golpe al sentir mi piel arder, pero no surgió ningún sonido, salvo mis suaves y ahogados jadeos de placer, podía sentir como mis bragas empapadas se pegaban a mi entrepierna con cada impacto exquisito que recibía en mi piel ardiente.

—¿Quieres que marque estas tetas perfectas? —Jungkook volvió a preguntar solo ganándose un asentimiento desesperado de mi parte acompañado de un nuevo gemido cuando volvió a golpearme, y un gruñido primitivo retumbó en lo profundo de su pecho mientras los veía rebotar, completamente hipnotizado.

Jadeé cuando uno de sus dedos comenzó a acariciar alrededor de mi pezón adolorido, calmando mi piel rojiza con tiernas caricias en todo mi seno y cuando menos me di cuenta sus bonitos labios estaban en la misma zona; plantando pequeños besitos y erizando todo mi cuerpo una vez más.

—Debo haberte imaginado así mil veces… —susurró por lo bajo con su boca aún pegada a mi pecho solo para completar. —Y aún así nada se le acerca a lo jodidamente sexy que eres…

Sus ojos se lanzaron para encontrarse con los míos antes de sacar su lengua para lamer la punta hinchada de mi pezón una y otra vez, mi pecho se agitó ante la deliciosa sensación y gimoteé con fuerza cuando se metió todo mi seno a la boca; la obscena imagen de Jungkook chupando con hambre mi pecho mientras su mano grande y pecaminosa apretaba el otro era sacada directamente de mis fantasías más oscuras, y sabía que podía correrme con la simple vista.

Jungkook era implacable, mi cuerpo se inclinó hacia atrás contra las ataduras en mis muñecas al sentir como sus manos bajaban por mi cuerpo, acariciando cada porción de piel que tenía a su disposición con casi adoración mientras mi coño se apretaba desesperadamente alrededor de la nada.

—Jungkook, por favor yo… —sollocé por lo bajo antes de ser interrumpida cuando me tomó por mi barbilla con firmeza, su rostro de porcelana y sus rosados labios estaban a escasos centímetros de mí y tuve que reprimir la necesidad de lanzarme a besarlo.

—¿Y ahora qué, cariño? ¿Qué más quieres? —preguntó sobre mis labios, su voz era suave e indulgente, parecía dispuesto a querer complacerme en cualquier cosa, y yo jadeé de solo pensarlo. 

—Yo… necesito tus manos… —rogué sintiendo mis mejillas arder al pedirle aquello, pero él solo me sonrió.

—¿Dónde las necesitas, mhm? —Jungkook instigó acariciando burlonamente mis piernas desnudas haciéndome temblar en mi lugar, sus ojos oscuros estaban observando cada expresión que hacía mientras me tocaba suavemente.

—Más arriba… —balbuceé a medias moviendo de a poco mis caderas hacia él, desesperada por sentirlas donde más lo necesitaba, pero él era un burlón y solo las deslizó una o dos pulgadas más.— Jungkook…

—Dime. —Susurró contra mis labios con su voz ronca y grave antes de robarme un pequeño y casi imperceptible beso que me dejó queriendo más. —Dime dónde quieres mis manos, cariño.

—Por favor, por favor, quiero tus manos en mi coño… —rogué en medio de jadeos desesperados inclinándome para poder besarlo de nuevo y solo recibiendo una sonrisa llena de lujuria de su parte.

—Buena niña. —Elogió con un tono meloso justo antes de acortar la distancia que nos separaba y besarme con dureza.

Apenas y podía seguirle el ritmo a su demandante beso, sus labios sabían delicioso y chocaban contra los míos con firmeza y hambre una y otra vez, una especie de ronroneo se derritió a través de su garganta cuando nuestras lenguas se encontraron para jugar entre ellas, haciéndome tirar de la cuerda detrás de mí para poder besarlo con más fuerza, su aroma varonil se me pegaba como perfume en todo mi cuerpo e inundaba todos mis pensamientos, de repente un gemido salió de mi boca rompiendo nuestro húmedo beso ganándome un leve mordisco en mi labio inferior cuando mi cuerpo tembló al sentir sus dedos frotando suavemente sobre mis bragas, forzando mis piernas a abrirse para que pudiera seguir tocándome, y yo, obedientemente lo hice.

—Mmh, estás tan mojada, bebé… —Jungkook se maravilló mirándome a los ojos; sonriendo con lujuria mientras su mano seguía frotando pequeños círculos sobre la mancha de humedad en mis bragas, ganándose un gemido desesperado de mi parte. —¿Es todo para mí?

Asentí con la cabeza frenéticamente sin poder articular alguna palabra justo antes de ver como el rostro de Jungkook se endurecía en desaprobación mientras chasqueaba su lengua, sus dedos presionaron con dureza directamente en mi clítoris, y el impacto del placer hizo que mi cuerpo se tambaleara hacia atrás con tanta fuerza que la silla raspó el suelo.

—No puedo escucharte, cariño. —Jungkook demandó ralentizando sus movimientos en mi entrepierna, claramente dispuesto a que le diera una respuesta.

—S-sí… —sollocé incoherentemente tirando con fuerza de la cuerda y moviendo mis caderas hacia sus dedos; desesperada porque me tocara más. —Es todo para ti, Kook…

Jungkook me recompensó con una sonrisa radiante antes de verlo moverse hacia abajo por mi cuerpo y depositar un húmedo beso en mi abdomen antes de abrir más mis piernas con sus manos, y lo escuché gruñir por lo bajo cuando pudo ver lo mojada que estaba realmente.

—Que linda… —tarareó para sí mismo mientras deslizaba un dedo justo por la mitad de mi coño vestido; hundiendo la tela entre mis pliegues hinchados y arrancándome un jadeo desesperado.

Lo vi lamer ligeramente la piel de mi abdomen como si fuera un gatito al mismo tiempo que apartaba la tela húmeda de mis bragas hacia un lado para que sus dedos se deslizaran por completo entre mis pliegues resbaladizos; haciéndome gemir con fuerza y recogiendo la humedad cremosa de alrededor con sus largos dedos.

—Entonces supongo que no te importará si pruebo un poco… —Jungkook habló haciendo contacto visual conmigo, observándome expandirme en lujuria cuando colocó sus dedos dentro de su boca, chupándolos seductoramente y gruñendo por lo bajo ante mi sabor mientras me veía morderme el labio con total necesidad.

Y sacó sus dedos con un chasquido de saliva, estaba completamente segura que este hombre me iba a volver loca.

—Sabes tan delicioso… —ronroneó justo antes de hundir su rostro entre mis piernas, jadeé de sorpresa al sentir sus labios envolver mi entrepierna goteante y medio vestida antes de sentirlo cubrir rápidamente la zona con besos profundos con la boca abierta, la sensación era tan extraña y deliciosa que mis caderas empezaron a temblar por la intensidad, pero sus manos me sostenían por mis pantorrillas; obligándome a soportar el placer que me estaba dando hasta que el vacío en mi coño se volvió realmente insoportable.

—¡Ah! Dios, no puedo... yo... —gimoteé negando con mi cabeza sintiendo como Jungkook me daba las últimas lamidas a mis bragas empapadas justo antes de quitármelas por completo. —Mi falda, quítame la falda, quiero...

Jungkook se echó hacia atrás, inclinando la cabeza expectante al no entender lo que quería.— ¿Oh?

Sentí que mis mejillas comenzaban a calentarse una vez más, pero en este punto ya nada se interpondría en la realización de mi fantasía, no cuando ya estaba atada con las piernas abiertas y las tetas afuera.

—Quiero ver tus manos. Cuando tú... quiero verlas en mí…— Pedí en un tono necesitado sin dejar de mirarlo.

Por su semblante pude notar como si algo en su mente hubiera hecho clic y estuviera entendiendo todo; su vista se movió de sus manos a mi rostro sonrojado y de nuevo a sus manos, su sonrisita burlona se ensanchó aún más al darse cuenta de mi pequeño fetiche con sus manos y como si estuviera recordando el mensaje que llegó a su teléfono.

“Quiero ver como sus jodidas y sexys manos recorren todos los lugares de mi cuerpo caliente por él.”

—Ya veo… —resopló suavemente y luego sus palmas golpearon mis muslos haciéndome jadear y a él reír por lo bajo. —Cualquier cosa para ti, cariño.

Ni siquiera pude entender lo rápido que Jungkook me había quitado mi falda, porque de un momento a otro ya se encontraba amontonada alrededor de mis tobillos; dejándome completamente desnuda a él, su mirada oscura rápidamente regresó a mi coño reluciente y lo vi relamerse los labios ante la vista que tenía.

—Mira este hermoso coño, bebé… —Jungkook tarareó, pasando su pulgar sobre mis pliegues hinchados y resbaladizos, evitando cuidadosamente mi clítoris necesitado, juré que podía morir ahí mismo cuando deslizó su dedo índice dentro de mí, hasta el nudillo, el acero frío de su anillo hizo contacto con mi piel sensible y gemí con fuerza apretando su dedo en mi interior.

Había pasado tanto tiempo desde que algo que no eran mis propios dígitos inadecuados habían estado dentro de mí de esta manera. La sensación era tan diferente y tan deliciosa, y si lo combinaba con la vista erótica de su mano venosa y tatuada presionada lascivamente contra mi coño era como una inyección de puro deseo potenciado burbujeando en mi interior.

—Tu coño está tan apretado… —Jungkook siseó, moviendo lentamente su dedo dentro y fuera de mi antes de agregar un segundo dígito; haciéndome gemir ante el estiramiento. —¿Cómo tomarás mi polla si estás tan apretada, cariño? ¿Cómo lo harás si tu pequeño coño apenas puede manejar dos de mis dedos, eh?

Jungkook hablando de esa forma tan sucia me puso aún más caliente de lo que ya estaba y simplemente no podía apartar la mirada de entre mis piernas, la visión de sus dedos desapareciendo una y otra vez dentro de mí sólo para reaparecer cubiertos de mi humedad me hacía jadear, el sonido lascivo y húmedo alrededor de su mano con cada embestida que daba solo hacia que mi cuerpo se retorciera contra la silla, gimiendo erráticamente mientras la sensación de placer continuaba creciendo dentro de mí, me estaba acercando al borde y él lo sabía. Su mano libre me sujetó por el cuello con la cantidad perfecta de presión para mantener mi mirada enfocada en el lugar donde sus dedos me estaban follando.

—¿Quieres correrte en mis dedos, bebé? —Jungkook preguntó y soltó una risita oscura ante un gemido particularmente fuerte que me dejó cuando su pulgar comenzó a frotar mi sensible clítoris, y todo mi cuerpo se sacudió con fuerza.

—Sí, sí, por favor… —jadeé desesperada moviendo mis caderas lo más que podía hacia su mano; haciendo que sus dedos se hundieran más dentro de mí, sus labios se envolvieron una vez más en mi entrepierna comenzando a chupar mi clítoris al mismo tiempo que sus dedos encontraban ese punto dulce en mi interior, rozándolo suavemente.— ¡J-Jungkook!

Estaba llorando su nombre a este punto, siendo incapaz de poder escapar del abrumante placer que me inundaba, sentí a Jungkook succionar mi clítoris y golpear mi coño con sus dedos sin piedad hasta el momento en el que simplemente me rompí. Mi boca se abrió en un grito silencioso mientras ola tras ola de exquisito placer corría por mi cuerpo una y otra vez, Jungkook susurró sucios elogios contra mi coño tembloroso mientras lamía con hambre mi orgasmo como si se tratara de un néctar de la fuente más dulce.

Solté un sollozo de sensibilidad y Jungkook se apartó de mí, poniéndose de pie entre mis piernas temblorosas antes de tomarme por el cuello e inclinarse para besarme con dureza, sus labios se estrellaron con los míos de forma desenfrenada y yo gustosa lo acepté, estaba tan caliente, y sabía que necesitaba más de él, mucho más.

—Lo juro… —murmuró cuando nos separamos y yo no pude evitar hundir mi rostro en su cuello, comenzando a besar su mandíbula afilada. —Hubo días en que pensé que moriría si no podía tenerte.

—Tómame, entonces… —rogué por lo bajo, mordisqueando levemente su cuello y ganándome un suspiro tembloroso de Jungkook, como si quisiera controlarse un poco.

Casi chillé cuando se alejó de mí para mirarme desde arriba, sus ojos quemaban agujeros en mi cuerpo desnudo, caliente, cubierto de sudor y aún atado a la silla, lo vi relamerse sus bonitos labios y formar una sonrisa arrogante mientras tomaba mi cabello desordenado en su mano con dureza para guiarme hacia su pelvis; solté un gemido cuando movió mi cabeza de lado a lado y cuando mis labios chocaron con brusquedad contra la tela áspera de su pantalón, justo sobre su dura erección.

—Mira lo duro que puso verte así… —Jungkook farfulló con diversión cuando mi lengua salió para intentar lamerlo aunque fuera por encima de la tela y él solo soltó una risita oscura al verme así antes de alejarme jalando mi cabello hacia atrás con fuerza.— Otro día podré sentir tu boquita en mi polla, ahora necesito follarte.

Y tan pronto como dijo eso soltó mi cabello para alejarse de mí y caminar hacia un cajón de la cocina; sacando un condón de él y regresar junto a mi mientras se quitaba la camisa por su cabeza, y yo pude haber babeado ahí mismo sin darme cuenta, joder, este hombre lo era todo, tiré con fuerza de la cuerda en mis manos queriendo poder tocar sus marcados abdominales y eso fue suficiente para que Jungkook soltara el nudo rápidamente y me hiciera ponerme de pie antes de girarme y colocar mi cuerpo con brusquedad sobre la mesa, con mis senos presionados contra la fría superficie.

Sentía mis brazos débiles y adoloridos por tenerlos tanto tiempo atados que cuando escuché a Jungkook bajar la cremallera de sus pantalones con urgencia giré mi rostro hacia atrás queriendo poder verlo, pero ni siquiera pude hacerlo cuando con su pie separó mis piernas; abriéndome para él mientras deslizaba el condón por todo lo largo de su pene en un rápido movimiento.

No podía respirar bien, aún sentía irreal que estuviera aquí, lista para ser follada por Jungkook y sin poder verlo por completo, todos mis sentidos estaban a mil, quería verlo, tocarlo, darle una buena mamada, pero todo eso se esfumó cuando lo sentí frotar la punta de su pene contra mi entrada un par de veces, cubriéndola con mi humedad antes de alinearse correctamente y empujar su pelvis hacia adelante; colando varios centímetros de golpe dentro de mí.

—¡Ah! ¡Jungkook! —me quejé al sentir como si una especie de rampa me hubiera partido por la mitad, había subestimado su tamaño, Jungkook era tan jodidamente grande, y tenía cada centímetro de él en mi interior, tratando de ajustarme a su grosor y lo podía sentir a la perfección palpitando dentro de mí.

—¿Te gusta, bebé? —Jungkook preguntó con su voz ronca y profunda, su densa respiración chocó contra mi nuca enviándome escalofríos por todo mi cuerpo mientras me sujetaba por mis caderas para salir y volver a introducirse en una embestida dura y profunda.— ¿Te gusta mi polla?

—Sí… —sollocé cerrando los ojos mientras lo sentía comenzar a marcar un ritmo más fuerte y constante, sentía mi humedad deslizarse por el interior de mis muslos, cubriendo su polla y haciendo que sus penetraciones fueran más deliciosas tocando lo más profundo de mi.— Me encanta, Jungkook…

Y ante eso recibí un audible gruñido de su parte contra mi oído, su pelvis chocaba con fuerza contra mi trasero, hundiendo su gruesa polla una y otra vez en mi coño, su agarre en mis caderas mantenía mi cuerpo firme contra la mesa justo antes de que la palma de su mano se estrellara contra un lado de mi trasero con fuerza; haciéndome gemir su nombre mientras recibía un nuevo golpe en el mismo lugar, y luego otro, y otro, y cuando menos me di cuenta mis ojos se llenaron de lágrimas ante la dureza de sus azotes y penetraciones.

Sentía la piel mi trasero arder con cada choque de su pelvis cada que volvía a hundirse dentro de mí, podía sentir todo mi cuerpo húmedo de sudor y flujo, solté un gemido particularmente fuerte cuando el ritmo de sus penetraciones se volvió brutal, los jadeos goteaban de mis labios sin que siquiera los pudiera controlar y todos mis pensamientos racionales se esfumaron cuando un fuerte y posesivo jalón en mi cabello me hizo levantarme de la mesa; Jungkook tiró de mi cabeza hacia atrás hasta que mi espalda chocó contra su firme pecho.

—Tu coño se siente tan bien, bebé… —Jungkook jadeó en mi cuello, su respiración agitada y caliente me hizo cosquillas en la piel y gemí fuerte cuando su gran mano tatuada se envolvió alrededor de mi cintura, manteniéndome al ras de su pecho mientras que la otra se aferraba a uno de mis senos; apretándolo con fuerza y haciendo rodar sus dedos sobre mi pezón endurecido y sensible.

—Jungkook… —gimoteé, incapaz de procesar nada más allá de las deliciosas sensaciones de su polla enterrándose en mi coño con cada embestida dura y profunda, tanto que ya podía sentir el nudo formándose en mi vientre cuando comenzó a golpear repetidamente en mi zona de placer.

—¿A quién le pertenece este lindo coño? —Jungkook gruñó posesivamente al mismo tiempo que sus embestidas se volvían más desordenadas, follándome con una fuerza sorprendente mientras mi orgasmo me esperaba ansioso en algún rincón.

—A ti… a ti te pertenece… —jadeé con fuerza aferrándome a sus manos, sintiéndome tan colapsada con todas las sensaciones de él, en cómo su polla me llenaba tan bien, en cómo su aliento cálido me hacía sentir increíblemente más húmeda, estaba tan cerca del borde.

—Buena niña, ¿Vas a correrte de nuevo para mí, cariño? —Jungkook me alentó mientras sus labios se unían a mi cuello para chupar mi piel sensible con hambre, dejando varias marcas rojizas por toda la zona y haciéndome asentir débilmente antes de que mi cuerpo temblara cuando sus dedos se hundieron en mis pliegues resbaladizos, encontrando mi clítoris para frotarlo furiosamente mientras sus penetraciones perdían ritmo.— Córrete en mi polla bebé, vamos, quiero sentirlo.

Un placer abrasador me atravesó en respuesta a su orden, mis piernas temblaron cuando mi orgasmo golpeó mi cuerpo borrando mis pensamientos y haciéndome gemir su nombre una y otra vez mientras mi interior se apretaba alrededor de su dura longitud, Jungkook gruñó y me sujetó con fuerza mientras seguía empujándose dentro de mí antes de dejarse ir con dos estocadas más, la última hasta me dolió, pero era esa clase de dolor placentero por el que pasarías mil veces en la vida.

Estuvimos así por varios segundos o minutos apretados el uno con el otro, tratando de regular nuestras agitadas respiraciones, hasta que la voz de Jungkook rompió el denso silencio.

—Sabes lo que esto significa, ¿verdad, bebé? —musitó con calma pasando sus manos por mis caderas y cintura con calma.

—¿Qué significa? —pregunté girando levemente mi rostro hacia él y casi volví a gemir ante la erótica imagen de su frente cubierta de sudor y su cabello húmedo pegándose a los lados de su rostro mientras mordía su labio inferior con fuerza sin dejar de mirarme.

—Significa que es mejor que a partir de hoy todos esos mensajes sucios me lleguen directamente a mí. —aclaró formando una sensual sonrisa y yo no pude evitar sonreír también al escucharlo antes de volver a besarlo con pura necesidad.

Bueno, algunas cosas eran más importantes que nuestra dichosa investigación. 

n/a: omg pupiss por fin estoy de regreso a mis andadas de escribir nsfw y eso me hace feli, gracias a todxs lxs que esperaron pacientemente mi regreso y que me siguieron hasta aquí, las amo demasiado ♡ para las personitas nuevas espero que les haya gustado esta historia, pronto seguiré publicando mas os que tengo por ahí guardados y que algunos de ellos ya conocen, gracias por todo y no duden en comentar lo que piensan ♡

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"Baby...baby wake up." Jungkook said in a low raspy vioce.

"Honeyyy" He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer. Giving you kisses on your neck.

You had a long day the day before so you were exhausted.

"Alright." He said. You felt a lot of movement coming from Jungkooks side but decided not to pay attention to it. There was a pause and u didn't feel Jungkook next to you anymore. Instead, he was...under the blanket?

Jungkook went under the blanket and turned you over on your back. He then began to spread your legs open and pulled your panties off. "Mmh~." He moaned.

He grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulder. Okay now, this you felt.

"Jungkook...what are you doing?" You said yawning.

"I can smell your arousal baby. Were you having a wet dream?" Jungkook said staring at your pussy.

You looked over to the night stand and grabbed your phone.

"Jungkook."

"Mhm?"

"Jungkook it's 2:47"

"I know but...I want you." He says placing a gentle kiss on your clit. "Please? Hmm?" He said placing another.

He didn't let you answer and started going at it right away. Jungkook always liked to tease, so he would nibble here and there causing you to arch your back. "Can I put my finger in love?"

"Yeah.." You responded.

So that's what he did. He moved his fingers at a steady motion and liked and slurped and sucked. You were getting closer so you grabbed onto his hair. Grinding your pussy into his mouth and pulling his head closer.

"Fuck I'm cumming~" Jungkook pulled away now just kneeling on the bed. The sheets were still covering him. You pulled the sheet with all your strength to see what was going on and why he stopped. As the sheet came off you saw Jungkook with the biggest dickhead smile on his face.

"What the hell?" You asked.

Jungkook chuckled and looked down, looked back up, and then pulled out his rock-hard cock. You were angry...but...you still wanted it.

Without any hesitation, he shoved his dick inside you and began to buck his hips. Letting yours meet his. "Ah fuck...~" He moaned out loud. The sound of clapping filled the room. He could see that you had mixed emotions from him edging you so he leaned down and kissed you passionately. "You're okay baby." He said with a grin.

He grabbed onto your hips and fucked you even harder and faster. Making you lose it. You grabbed onto the pillow and sheets hoping it would help with the intensity. (It did not)

"Fuck, baby...I'm gonna cum." He said. "Me too." You replied. With a couple more hip-bucking you felt his hot load inside of you. You trembled and shook on his cock, digging your nails into his back. He kept rocking back and forth, grabbing the bed sheets beside your head. "Aaah fuck.." He moaned and groaned.

He plopped down on top of you, giving a couple of kisses on your neck. You wrapped your arms around his head giving him a couple of kisses on his head. "I love you..." You said. There was no response. "I love you," You said once again. "Jungkook.."

"Jungkook!"

Ma boy was knocked out. Leaving you wide awake. His weight was coming down on you. "Goddammit." You cursed out. You just had to deal with it in the morning.

>♡HI army! How yall doing? I wasn't sure what kind of smut to post so if you have any ideas let me know, and I'll write it (with credit of course ;) Anyways, I want to try to write and post every Sunday. I don't know if that's going to happen but I already have the habit of writing during the weekends so that's what I'm gonna do. Thank you all for the support on my last smut "Personal Trainer" I didn't think it would do that well. Lots of love and stay safe army! Don't forget to save money for their comeback!!♡>