More Than Talk (oneshot)

More Than Talk (oneshot)

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Reader

Genre: SMUTTY AS FUCK, I think this is the first time I used “NSFW” for my stories…I mean sure I forgot the other times but it must mean something that this time I remembered

A/N: Yes I have to thank @killmoncoochie for this fucking hot ass idea and @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers for all but forcing me to write this :D and @nostalgic-uncertaint for that one part in this…you know the one!

Words:3,019

Warnings: Probably gonna be…the dirtiest shit I write on here but when one feels inspired….18+ yall

You huffed angrily, pacing back and forth in front of your vanity mirror, stopping to glare at your reflection. You’d straightened your hair for that nigga, you actually took the time to beat your fucking face, you bought a damn dress specifically for this occasion and where the fuck is he? You’d been wanting to go to this art gallery opening for months now and you finally talked him into taking you with the promise that there’d be authentic South African artifacts and your stupid ass actually believed he’d follow through this time. He was a whole ass hour late and you’d finally given up on him taking you. Well fuck him, he’s missing out.

Your eyes moved down your reflection in the mirror, and you could admit you looked good. You’d almost given yourself heat damage trying to silk press your coarse curls, and for once you had on fucking lipstick, a rich red that matched the color of your dress. The dress was spaghetti strapped and clung to your breast as if they’d fall out with just one wrong move, and you wore the diamond choker Erik got you, the origins of the necklace still dangerously unknown. The dress hugged your womanly curves in a way that you could feel proud about, and it had a split on one side almost up to your hip, showing off an enticing amount of your thick thighs. From this angle in the mirror, your legs looked long as hell in the black 4-inch strappy heels you had on. This whole look was meant to set him off and now its wasted on a nigga that doesn’t even care enough to come ravage you like you clearly deserved.

Deciding since he fucked up, you were allowed to be a little cruel. Fluffing your hair up a bit so it looked like hands had been passionately tangled in it, you grab your phone to take a picture. You stand back in front of the mirror, one hand holding the phone in a way to get your whole body in the frame, and the other toying sexily with the split in your dress. Your eyebrow was quirked in a way that said, ‘really nigga?’, and you had a smug smirk on your face.

Once you got the perfect shot, you sent it to him with a text saying, “Maybe you’ll make the next one ;)” and you gathered your things to head out. Before you even made it to the door, your shrill ringtone was going off at you and you stared at the picture of him flashing his grill at the camera debating if you should answer or not.

Hand on the doorknob, you answered with a roll of your eyes. “Nah nigga, it’s a bit too late for this.” You heard him let out an annoyed grunt and his deep voice came through the phone.

“Don’t gimme that shit (Y/N), you know how L.A. traffic is.” You did, but he didn’t think to plan ahead?

“A whoooole ass hour though Erik? You know what, miss me with that bullshit. I’ll just take my damn self before all the featured artist leave.” He let out a short, challenging laugh, and you tried to ignore how his voice dipped an octave.

“Where the fuck do you think you goin’ by yourself lookin’ all fine and shit baby? I’ll be there in 20 and then you can have whatever you want.” You shifted your weight in your heels as your body shivered at the sinful promise in his tone of a night full of orgasms if you’d just obey him. It was like speaking to the fucking devil; his voice in that tone could make you do any damn thing he wanted, and he knew it too.

“No…” you bit your lip and drifted distractedly away from your door, trying that again more firmly, “No. You should’ve been here earlier Erik. You knew how important this was to me.” His deep chuckled rumbled through the phone line and he completely disregarded your accusation.

“You was showing too much leg girl. You ain’t got panities on huh?” You really didn’t, the dress was so tight it would’ve showed obvious panty lines. He huffed over the line at your lack of response. “You really thought you was going out just flaunting my pussy like that?”

You somehow found yourself back in front of the mirror, one hand holding the phone to your ear and the other dazedly stroking the skin of your thighs as you turned to get a better look at the split. “You’re being dramatic Erik, you can’t even see anything.”

“Bullshit,” he bit out in irritation, “I seen the shit you sent baby. All I’d have to do is move that dress to the side and you’d be right there for me to fuck. You thought I was gone let you go out in that?” You could feel yourself growing warm and sticky in a place that was now exposed to the cool air as you pulled your dress to the side like he described, staring at yourself as you imagined him fucking you in that moment.

You unintentionally let out a small sigh and he moaned deeply from his end, directly into your fucking ear, like he could see you now. “You getting wet for me baby girl?” Your breath hitched as you lied straight through your teeth.

“You haven’t given me reason to nigga.” His arrogant laughter warmed your body and you had to take a seat on your bed, legs suddenly weak from overwhelming arousal. The deep, smooth timbre of his voice always seemed to get you dripping between your legs. He could go from rude to sensual so fast it’d almost given you vertigo a couple of times. You lay back on the bed, one hand still keeping the phone tightly pressed against your ear and the other moving up to lightly stroke over your breast through the dress. You faintly heard him turn on his signal as he spoke.

“You mean the thought of me wrecking that pussy ain’t got you dripping for me?” His voice reverberated huskily through your body and made your pussy quiver with want.

“No…” you moaned out as you squeezed your breast, imaging it was his big hands doing it for you.

“So you’re telling me the memory of what I can make this mouth do on that pussy ain’t got yo shit dripping? How I ate yo shit until I had you almost crying, begging me to stop, and ignored yo whinny ass cause I was that fuckin hungry for you, that’s not making my pussy ready for me?” You moaned louder and clawed at your dress, wanting so desperately for his head to be back between your legs. It’d been so damn long, that mother fucker was selfish as hell.

“N-no.” Your lies weren’t even convincing to you anymore, but he was having too much fun fucking with you to stop.

“Well touch that pussy for me then. Imma need you ready as soon as I walk in the door baby.” Erik could hear slight rustling as you urgently move to take the dress off. “Nah baby girl, leave that shit on. Daddy wants to see you all dressed up for him.”

You groaned and bunched the dress up around your hips instead, needing the freedom to spread your legs wider. You let out a needy whine as your fingertips grazed over your lips, needing more stimulation but wanting to hold off until he got to you. “Go ahead and touch your clit for me baby.” He moaned deeply in you ear as he heard your gasp when your fingers finally made contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Shit feels good to touch my pussy like that, doesn’t it?” You could do nothing but respond with a squealing “uh huh” sound as you rubbed more firmly, needing more friction than you were allowing yourself.

“Now move on to that tight hole for me baby girl. Daddy will be home soon so you gotta stretch my pussy open for me” You groaned at the idea of leaving your clit untouched and he could hear the disappointment in your voice. “Don’t fucking play with me (Y/N), do it now.” You obeyed this time and used two fingers to push their way inside yourself, moaning at how tight you were. He was right, you’d need to ease your pussy open a bit if he was going to be as brutal as you suspect. You arched your back when your fingers were all the way inside you and moaned his name when you pulled them almost all of the way out.

You heard him grunt, over the line and he swore he could hear how wet you were for him and he could practically feel you squeezing his dick now. “Go a little faster, I’ll be there soon I swear.” You did as you were told, pussy dripping off your hand to the point where you were positive you’d need to buy a replacement dress, and this time he was positive he could hear you over the phone.

It was too much for you now. Fuck waiting for him, you needed to cum and you were never any good at holding off. Your thumb stretches up to rub against your clit and you swear loudly, gasping for breath at the intense feeling. Erik could tell by your change of voice that you were getting close and he pressed his foot harder on the accelerator.

“I know you ain’t touching your clit again before I told you to. Just wait til a nigga gets home baby girl, imma tear that ass up.” You moaned loudly at the idea of him doing just that and you curled your fingers up, reaching for that spot.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum (Y/N)!” His voice growled so lowly into your ear that it caused your whole body to quake at the resonance of it. “I want you on the edge when I get there baby, you gone by Daddy’s good girl?”

“No!” You thrust your fingers almost painfully harder into yourself as you hear a car door slam. Just a little bit further you’d be cumming on your fingers, consequences be damned. You’d begun to writhe on the bed, fingers working furiously in you and you called out his name, regardless of if he heard you or not. You felt it growing in your lower abdomen, about to explode outward, when a painful grip on your wrist stopped you.

Your eyes flew open and stared into Erik’s hard ones. He was angrier than you thought he’d be, nose flaring with his rapid breaths and his dreads hung messily over his face giving him a deranged look. Your other hand dropped your phone to the ground, and the noise caused him to blink, eyes slowly roaming over your body. Your hair was nest like, frizzing with the heat coming off you, your brown skin faintly glistened of exertion, your dress did have a small, dark puddle underneath your ass from where his voice hand been driving you crazy, and your pussy gleamed naughtily, completely giving away how close you’d been. He looked back up at you and a wayward grin crept on his face.

“You’ve been a bad little bitch for Daddy baby. I swear you like getting punished, don’t you?” Your alarmed gaze stayed on him as you slowly shook your head. “Nah, I think you love this shit. Knees. Now.” You didn’t even think about hesitating as you slid off the bed to fall at his feet. He kept his keens eyes on you as he unbuckled his belt and tossed it on the floor.

Your gaze fell to his hands as he unzipped and pulled his pants down just enough to free his dick. It sprung out at you, and you stared back at his imposing length unflinchingly, mouth already watering at the sight of it. He slowly grasped it in one of his big hands, fingers circling around the base of his dick as he dragged his hand upward.

“Beg.” Your head titled up to meet this gaze and your mouth fell open helplessly.

“P-please…” He stepped forward and, with his grip firmly on the base of his cock, he smacked the head of it lightly on your lips. As you opened your mouth wider to take him in he took a step back with a mean smile on his face.

“Will you be good?” He was running out of willpower to hold off from taking you right there. The way you looked up at him had the nigga getting big headed. He knew in that moment he owned yo shit, that he could do with you as he pleased.

“Yes! I’ll be good” He stepped forward again, dick still in hand, and his other reached for the back of your head, fingers tangling in the ever curling strands.

The head of his cock slid past your lips and he let out a low, guttural groan at the heat of your mouth. He slowly thrusted into you further as you watched his face, his dark eyes fixated on your mouth and his grill glinting at you where he clenched his teeth. He moved one hand away from his cock and the other pushed your head down further, and you had to brace yourself with your hands on his thighs as he began to thrust a little faster. His dick felt like it was splitting your mouth open, and your eyebrows furrowed at the painful stain he was putting on your jaw. He watched your eyes fluttered shut and grunted, pleased with himself.

“I own your pussy?” You moaned loudly on his dick because that’s literally all you could do, and his head fell forward towards his chest with a groan as the vibrations traveled down his dick. You reached up to give his balls a firm squeeze and he let out a sudden snarl. “So that means I tell you when my pussy gets to cum, aight (Y/N)?” You moan again, eyes watering as the head of his dick hits the back of your throat.

He pulled away suddenly, tugging on your strands to get you to stand up and you told yourself you’d curse his ass out later for being so rough with your hair. He tossed you on the bed and you land on your back, tits jiggling almost out of your dress from the force of the bounce. He was on the bed after you in a second, kneeling over your form between your spread legs, hands jerking his dick as he glared lustfully down at you. “Yo ass better be glad I’m too damn horny to give you the spanking you deserve for disobeying me.” His voice gravelly and brown skin now harboring the same shine that yours did. You groaned out his name feebly, hands reaching down to pull your dress up higher as he positioned himself at the apex of your thighs.

His hands grabbed on to your thighs tightly and he slammed into you in one quick thrust, making you grateful you fingered yourself for as long as you did before he got here, just knowing he’d be fast about it this time. He maintained eye contact with you as he pulled out slowly, hands lifting your thighs a little higher as his hips snapped back to meet yours in a thrust that drew a small scream from your lips and shifted your whole body upwards.

Your hands flew above you to hold yourself away from the headboard, knowing where this was going from past experiences with him if you weren’t careful. He let out a boyish laugh down at you as his thrust evened out, becoming a bit more predictable within you.

“You love when I wreck yo shit huh? When I remind you that I’m that nigga?” You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but all you could do was bite your lip as he pulled your ankles to rest on his shoulders, drilling that much deeper into you. He moaned at how tight and wet this position makes you and his head fell back, causing him to catch yall’s reflection in your vanity mirror. He grunts and began to slam into you harder, watching your face in the mirror as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. The image of yall fucking will get his dick hard for the rest of the week whenever he has to be away from you.

He could feel himself getting close watching his body pound into yours and listening to your now constant and delirious moaning. He faced you again and quickened his thrusts as he stretched your legs leaning over you. “Think I should let you cum?” You nodded frantically, eyes tearing up at the fact that you’ve been holding it off this long. One of his hands left your hips to grab at your neck, chocking you lightly over your necklace. He leaned further over you, growling in your face as his hips pummeled into your. “No matter where I am, I tell you how to make MY pussy cum! You got that shit?”

“YES!” Your voice came out strained from his tightening grip on your neck, “Yes Erik, Daddy, please let me cum?!” He grunts a yes in consent and your legs tremble on his shoulders as you cum undone around him, cum spurting all over his dick. He pulled out just in time to catch his reflection in the mirror ruining your red dress with his cum.

Your legs ungracefully flopped off his shoulders as he moves to sit next to your head on the headboard, already in the process of rolling a blunt. “You know they have a grand opening event every night this week, I’ll take your spoiled ass tomorrow” He said it without even looking at you, and you smile smugly at getting your way before you realized you now have nothing to wear.

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I couldn’t sleep, so yeah I did this all night :D both of my proofreaders were asleep so uh…I don’t know how to gauge how yall will receive this. I thought about making it into 2 parts but I mean meh…you guys can read it in 2 parts if you wanna 

@niadavibe @miss-jayjayy @justbeingoceana @redtheraconteur @thehomierobbstark 

★ pairings - Jimin x Fem!Reader

★ genre - smut , fluff.

★ summary - You were always told tales of a being that watched over you while you slept, you never knew that this being had an infatuation with you and would one day visit you in your dreams.

★ warnings - Dom!Jimin, Sub!Reader, somnophilia ( kind of ig ), Jimin being obsessive, dirty talk, lotta praise, use of angel, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex ( don't be silly wrap your willy ), riding, not proof read, spelling mistakes ( i'm dyslexic )

Jimin had been watching you ever since he could remember. He would frequently stand in the dark shadows of your room, watching as you drifted into peaceful slumbers that he had granted to you. Sometimes, he even dared to venture into the deepest parts of your mind, into your dreams.

He never got too close, it wasn't his place to interfere in your dreams but from afar he would add his own touch to your dreams, add things that would make you smile, and he always kept the nightmares away.

That was his job, to protect you from all the things that could possibly hurt you, wether it was in a dream state or not,

One day though, he ventured too far. He came too close to you.

When you were younger your mother had told you stories of a being who watched over everyone as they slept, a being who protected people from their own minds horrors. She called him the sandman.

It was a comfort to you when you were a child but as you grew older it began to sound like an old wives tale and your belief in the sandman dimished to just a story your mother told you to help you sleep at night.

Until one cold night when you were older, tucked up in your bed as you drifted into an uneasy sleep. Pictures of dark figures haunted your mind that night, watching you from dark corners of your apartment, you had felt the world closing in on you but you were pulled out, stolen a way by what you thought was a guardian angel.

The images plaguing your mind were wiped away with one swipe of your guardian angels hand and were replaced by bright walls, soft carpeted floors and a window where the moon shone onto the silk bedspread. It was your childhood home, your safeplace where you could be free from the horrors of the world.

Your guardian angel laid you down and tucked you in, tender fingers brushed over the loose strands of hair covering your pale face, the gentleness felt so real. You knew you were in a dream but some part of you wished and prayed that this was real, that this was happening.

"I'll always be here to protect you, my angel." The voice sounded distant. You felt a pair of soft lips press against your forehead and as you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of your dreary bedroom back in your lonely apartment, you were alone but you could still feel the ghost like feeling of soft lips on your temple.

You knew then, the sandman was not just a story from you were little. He was real and you knew, he was always watching over you.

The subway was full but what did you expect? Coming home this late at night it was bound to be full of drunkards and business men on their way home from their late working jobs.

And then there was you, coming home from a horrific blind date that your friend had set you up on. You thought this one would be different but once again, you were wrong.

You had at least expected to get something out of the date. Maybe you would bring the guy home, you'd fool around and then in the morning he would leave like nothing had ever happened but no, your friend had set you up with some low class lawyer who couldn't take his eyes off of your waitress's ass.

So, you had make up an excuse to leave early and now here you were, tugging down your low cut dress to hide your ass from peering drunkards, you were not that desperate.

The train ride home felt like hours long but eventually you were trudging up the lobby stairs to your shitty one bedroom apartment.

You kicked off your shoes as soon as you were inside and headed straight to your bedroom, well not before leaving a small bowl of milk by your living room window for the stray cat that visited every night.

After changing into your night clothes you laid on your bed, legs spread and laptop at the ready. If some blind date wasn't going to satisfy you, you were sure going to satisfy yourself.

You scrolled and scrolled until you found the perfecr vidoe, pressing play and slipping your hands into your pants. The sound of moans and groans filled your room and you pumped one finger in and out of you slowly..

But it wasn't enough even as you neared your orgasm you felt a pit in your stomach and it wasn't the good kind. Your ending was not a happy one and with an exsaperated sigh you shut down your laptop and burried under duvet, core still throbbing with an unfinished arrival.

You tossed and turned in your bed, peaceful sleep was so far but eventually your mind went blank and you were shrouded by darkness, sleeping at last.

Jimin thought you looked so angelic as you slept, he couldn't help but sit beside you, hand running down the curves of your hip.

He had watched you struggle to reach your climax but he was here now, Jimin knew that he was the only one who could satisfy your needs. He was the only one who could look after you and it pained him to see that you felt the need to chase after men who would never be what you needed.

You stirred in your sleep when his hands reached the waistline of your trousers, your eyes fluttering open to be greeted with a smiling Jimin, his eyes crinkling upwards.

Launching backwards caused him to land on his knees on your lumpy matress, hand coming forward to caress your cheek.

"Hey, don't be scared, It's me, just trying to look after you, angel." His touch felt so familiar, so comforting and so right. His fingers snuck into your panties, dancing over your wet folds "Told you i would always look after you, didn't I?"

With widened eyes, you finally recognised the face in front of you, you didn't know his name but you knew that this was the man, or being, who had saved you from that terrible nightmare years ago. The one who had soothed you back to sleep with a simple kiss, the man whose hands were now rubbing gently and your delicate clit.

Slowly, you relaxed under his fingers "There you go, you remember now, don't you?" Jimin grinned, he knew you felt safe with him, he could tell by the way you shuddered at his touch and the way you didn't fight to move his hand, you were enjoying this.

"How does that feel?" He questioned, fingers speeding up to rub circular patterns on your clit as his free hand rubbed the side of your face.

"Feels so good.." You muttered, the question of asking his name hanging off of your tongue.

"Jimin." The man in question answered.

His face moved closer to yours, lips trapping yours in a sweet kiss. He tasted oddly like you expected the night would taste, you couldn't fully describe it but it felt like a thousand stars were dancing on your lips that caused your mind to go hazy.

With his teeth enveloping your bottom lip with a small nip, your back arched, stomach swirling with butterflies. You squirmed under Jimin's touch.

"Uh uh, stay still for me, angel." The once soothing grip on your hip was now replaced by Jimin's firm grip, holding your hip in place to stop you from squirming "Don't cum just yet, ok."

You whined aloud when his fingers slipped out of your panties, leaving you feeling awfully cold and tense without the release you were so close to, it made him chuckle to see how desperate he made you feel.

He crawled on top of you. His midnight hair fell over his face covering those dark eyes that you swore were full of stars glinting in the moon light from your window, with one swift motion he had grabbed your wrist and moved it over to his erection, he moved your hand to rub over his pants.

"You feel that?" He let out a soft sigh at your touch "That's all for you, all for my angel." His words made you weak and you fumbled to undo the buttons of his jeans, the zipper slipping out of your hands.

A sweet laughter filled your ears, the dark haired boy moved to pin your wrists above your head, thumb rubbing at the soft skin. His free hand pulled down his own zipper in one swift motion, pulling his pants down and throwing them to some forgotten corner of your room. Then, he did the same with his shirt and then your clothes were thrown away.

"Please, need you." He stroked the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit, teasing you before his hands laced into yours and his hips thrust to bury himself deep inside of you with a small hiss.

You shuffled underneath him. He was bigger than you expected and your walls strechted to accomodate his size. It took you a moment but his slow thrusts soon helped you to adjust.

His lips met yours again, he moaned into your mouth, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

Your mouth fell open in a soft moan as he gripped your hips "Been waiting to fuck you for so long." Jimin mumbled almost breathlessly.

His thrusts were painfully slow and you pulled away from his lips, head falling backwards onto your pillow "Too slow, faster, please Jimin, please."

You felt the tip of his cock nudge at your g-spot, his lips curving to a smile that you felt on your, his tongue darting out to lick a small stripe up to his ear where he whispered "So desperate for me," his hips snapped forward, pushing your legs up to your chest allowed his thrusts to speed up considerably "No one else can fuck you like this, can they?" His jaw clenched.

Your lack of an answer must have annoyed him because he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that caused you to whine "You're the only one who can fuck me like this," your back arched as he continuesly hit your g-spot.

"That's it," Jimin reached down to between your legs, rubbing at your clit again. Your core clenched around him, eyes watering. You could feel that so familiar knot begin to build up in your stomach and clearly Jimin sensed it too "You close, angel? cum for me, c'mon."

Your body trembled as your orgasm washed over, fingers tangling into Jimin's hair, biting down hard on your bottom lip. You were surprised that you didn't draw blood.

Jimin's thrusts started to falter and it was apparent that he was also close and soon enough he spilt his seed inside of you, his head dropping into the crook of your neck with a shaky breath "Fuck." He muttered.

For a while you both stayed there, wrapped in each others arms until you felt your eyelids become heavy, you let out a yawn and Jimin rose from his position.

Jimin grabbed your bed covers, tucking them up beneath chin, he stroked your hair from your face and for the second time in your life, pressed his lips against the temple of your head.

"I will always look after you," he mumbled to your sleeping form "my angel." and with that.. he was gone

You woke up from your dream state with the feeling of his lips still on your forehead just like before.

Jimin was gone for now but you knew, you would see him again.

Homewrecker (Mommy Issues)

If Jungkook couldn't be happy with you, why should your husband be?

Word Count: 1,961

Warning: smut, cheating, dirty talk, yandere themes, stalking, unprotected sex, mommy kink, creampie,

@pointofviewyugyeom @bloodline1632 @yoongixthot @seokjinkismet @lilliankoo @ultimatebasura

You're left in horror as you enter your classroom. You find your room completely destroyed. Your desk has been smashed, appearing to be hit with a hard object. Your projector screen is slashed while the multiple chairs in the room are turned over, obviously thrown across the room in a rage. Your heart is pounding because you knew who done this. 

Jungkook was on a vengeance. It wasn't long ago when you insisted on ending the affair with him. It was during dinner - you recalled him saying he enjoyed Pork Belly, and thus you decided to cook it for him. Seokjin was out of town for the weekend and having Jungkook in your home was safe. He was ecstatic and munched on the pork happily, claiming your cooking was the best he's had in a while. 

Jungkook's smiles and compliments turned to sadness when you told him. "I can't keep having this affair with you." you said while you poured him another glass of water. "I'm married and you're also my student." came immediately afterwards. 

Jungkook had cried, claiming that you had used him for your own sick pleasure - that you didn't love him like he did you. You were overwhelmed; it wasn't supposed to get this far with him. You didn't blame him - he was young and impressionable. He probably thought that in the end, you'd leave your husband and be with him - but it wasn't realistic. You never intended on your affair with Jungkook to go on for months - for the sex to be as passionate and to reveal kinks you never realized were there.

You're ashamed of yourself - ashamed that you allowed Jungkook into your bed that you shared with your husband a final time to comfort him. You weren't doing anything but falling deeper into his web - allowing him to keep calling you 'Mommy' knowing it gave you a sick satisfaction. Allowing the younger man to eat you out until you were begging him to stop, fucking you until you couldn't do anything but fall asleep besides him. 

The following morning you were determined. You had pushed Jungkook away and told him that this was the end - that you could no longer allow him to be used by you. The waterworks came once more from Jungkook. He had yelled at you this time, his claims of you not thinking he was good enough - or man enough - for you.

And in a way, Jungkook wasn't. He was young. He had no worries but his studies. Jungkook came from money, a mother who was a lawyer that owned her own law firm and a father a surgeon that owned his own hospital. The Jeon family was loaded. His money came from weekly allowances that was possibly more than your weekly salary - yet that didn't move you. You didn't need Jungkook for his money - you had your own, and as well as your husband. You only needed Jungkook for the sensation that he gave you, as fucked up as it was. You didn't want to throw him away like he was nothing to you; but for your sake and his, you had to.

Jungkook had not spoken to you in months now. He avoided you like the plague - even in class. He never made eye contact or even as much as answered questions. He remained on his laptop and when class was over, was the first to leave instead of the last. His sadness turned to anger. He cried for your every night, calling and texting you to take him back - but you never returned his calls nor his texts.

No, instead you flaunted yourself in front of him. You came to work with your husband and left with him each day. You had lunch with him from time to time in the cafeteria and even went on lunch dates. You appeared happy, but he knew better. Your smile was never as wide with Seokjin as it was when you were with him. The two of you rarely spoke when together and it appeared more of a charade than anything.

Jungkook was sure he hated you now. Hated what you did to him - use him for his youth and threw him away when he wasn't useful any longer. To think he found you as someone he could love and cherish. Sure, he was young, but what about it? He was rich and was going to inherit millions when the time came. You didn't have to work like you had to now with your useless husband. He wasn't going to be like his father and allow you to work until you were old and bitter like his father did to his mother.

Jungkook had decided. That if you weren't going to be happy with him - where you belong - that your husband didn't deserve to see you happy. He understands you enough to know that you wish to be a mother. He saw the way you coo at the babies in grocery stores when he follows you, holding out a finger for their little, chubby hands to take. As long as you been with your husband, you had yet to fall pregnant like you were rightfully supposed to. That only meant that, of course, he wasn't the man for you, but also there was something wrong with him. 

Following Seokjin was as easy as breathing. The man never took his surroundings seriously. But it became even more of an easy adjustment when he strolled through the very hospital Jungkook's father owned. Jungkook was known around said hospital, having frequent it throughout his lifetime. Getting in there and discovering why Kim Seokjin was there was easy.

Jungkook discovered that Kim Seokjin was looking for a urologist for a procedure - a vasectomy. That catches Jungkook by surprise. Why would a husband be getting a vasectomy if he was married - especially to a woman that desired children? Jungkook marvels at his luck. Now he had Seokjin right where he wanted him.

It wasn't hard getting Seokjin's medical records and having them delivered to you at your desk the following morning. He watches from his seat as your eyes scan the folder after you bid a good morning to your students. You followed through with your lesson plan and as it was time for a quick quiz, you had finally sat and read the documents. Jungkook watches internally how your face pales, and your fingers clench the folder in your hands.

Jungkook even lingers around after the fact in hopes of listening to you and Seokjin fight. It happens briefly in your classroom; the hallways clear of any students and there were only a handful of teachers left. The door was left cracked. You were crying, throwing around the documents Jungkook had given you. You understood that maybe now he didn’t desire children, you were on birth control after all, but that didn’t mean you intended on being it forever. Seokjin is shocked at the papers, but he eventually blows up on you. "Are you having me followed?!" he bellows, eyes furious. He snatches the papers from you in such a way that it brings Jungkook closer to the door to assure your safety. 

Seokjin doesn't see Jungkook when he exits the classroom, heels of his dress shoes clicking down the hallway. He was leaving you there alone to cry and whimper - and to look for your own way home. 

"Trouble in paradise?"

Your head snaps to the tall man by the door, bottom lip pocking out mockingly. 

"I told you-"

"Get out, Jungkook." you hiss, wiping your tears away pathetically. 

"I won't." Jungkook steps closer, but not before locking the door. "How could you allow a man to treat you so terribly?"

You're unsure when Jungkook saunters so close, but you only notice when he's directly in front of you. His cologne intoxicates your mind - it was one of your favorite chanel scents. He knows this because you once complimented it on him and he hasn't worn anything else since.

Jungkook places a hand on your cheek and shakes his head. "He went behind your back and betrayed you." Jungkook chooses the correct words. He understood you felt terrible about the affair with him, but maybe it wouldn't be as bad if you understood what Seokjin was doing to you. 

Jungkook steps back and tilts his head. "Let me cook for you." he hums.

"W-What?" you're taken aback. Jungkook was always hot or cold - one minute sensual and the next goofy. You're never truly sure when his next move would be. 

"He left you." Jungkook deadpans. "Come home with me and I'll cook for us this time, Mommy."

You knew agreeing to this would be your downfall. But you did, nonetheless. You allowed Jungkook to cook for you. You entered his home - a large condo that appeared to be several times larger than your home with Seokjin. He allowed you to sit and watch as he cooked for you, getting your mind off of the situation with your husband. He made you laugh as well as he had you engage in debative conversations. Soon you found yourself forgetting Seokjin and the way he was possibly packing his bags to leave for a few days - or so he threatened to do.

The food Jungkook prepared was surprisingly amazing, you pondered if his mother taught him how to cook. You never bothered to ask about any of his parents, especially his maternal figure. You understood to leave well enough alone. If Jungkook had formed a form of "mommy kink" with you, it could only mean he didn't have the best maternal figure growing up.

What you should've expected was Jungkook bending you over and taking you from behind. It was bound to happen - he buttered you up and got what he truly wanted - what the both of you truly wanted. You should've stopped him, told him no. That even if Seokjin went through with the vasectomy that he was still your husband, and you should be there with him.

But you didn't.

You allowed Jungkook to pump inside of you, nails digging into your skin. His lips covered your neck with wet kisses while his tattooed hands squeezed and tugged at your exposed breast. There was a way about Jungkook and how he never appeared to be tired. He could take you from behind for however long, then flip you over and fuck you on your back. Was this why you came back to him each time no matter how wrong you understood it was?

Jungkook is sweaty, but neither of you care. His forehead is placed upon yours and your pussy is clenching around him so tight that he could burst right now. 

"I wish you'd let me treat you good, mommy." Jungkook moans, thrusts sloppy. "I could be good. Better than him." Jungkook hated saying Seokjin's name, especially when you and he were entangled sexually. 

"You are good to me." you're dripping all over his expensive couch, but Jungkook would just buy another one. You've were reaching your third high. You were still new when it came to Jungkook's kinks, but you never want to make him feel ashamed for them. "You're always a good boy for me."

Your words send Jungkook into a frenzy. He thrusts into you deeper, wanting nothing more to be good for you. He was positive he could be good - better than any man you've ever had. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and now you're cumming. "You're so g-good for m-mommy." you stutter, brain not fully comprehending the words you're speaking to him. 

Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching from your words. He falls on top of your body, lazy kisses placing themselves on your skin.

Check-Up.

draco malfoy x reader | kinktober #7

doctor!draco with innocence, corruption and a bit of manipulation.

(dark content, avoid if you’re uncomfortable)

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“Hello miss Y/L/N. Usual check-up?” The young doctor greets you as you step in to the room, may you say, your favorite doctor.

“Uh.. so I did what you told me to do but.. I- I still can’t find it,” The last sentence came out as a whisper as your cheeks heated in embarassment.

Draco licks his bottom lip before biting it between his teeth, eyes examining you up and down. Suddenly the room felt small to you.

“Alright, I got you. If you don’t mind, take off your clothes first, please.” Your face redden at his order, but nonetheless it was a professional order.

“A-all of it?”

“Yes. All of it.”

Your hands shakily making its way to tear your own clothes off of you. The doctor tried his best to hide the smirk forming on his face. You look so innocent.

“Good. Now sit on the bed, spread your legs” You climbed up to the bed sitting on it as you tried to avoid any eye contact with him.

“Don’t get shy, it’s just me. All you need is just relax.” His gloved hands tracing down from your collarbones to your bare breasts, cupping them into his hands.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes Doctor Malfoy”

Draco bites his lip harder, focusing on you, and to hold out his groans when he first came in touch with your bare skin.

“Do you feel something? Hurt?” He said as he twirled your nipples in between his thumbs.

“N-no Doctor, just this tingly feeling” Your whimper enough to make his cock twitch in his pants, slowly hardening at the sight of you

He backed away, and he swore he could see the disappointment in your eyes when he let go of you, but the frown disappears once he came closer to you to spread your legs wider.

“Have you ever had someone before?” Draco asked making your cheeks flushed more. Your mind keep wondering if this was the right procedure.

“No I haven’t Doctor,”

The adrenaline rushed in his body at the thought of you never had someone touching you. His pants tightened, and eyes turned dark.

“Have you ever touched yourself here before?” He asked rubbing your clit with his gloved thumb.

“Not really.. Just one time after the last check up, the one where you told me to do it, but it’s not working-” You started to breathing heavily as he continued to rubbing you.

“You’re already soaking wet just by a little touch, it means that you’re sensitive” You let out a soft moan as he rubbed his pointer finger up and down your entrance, your body burn at his touch.

You gasped as Draco pushed a finger into you, bucking your hips accidentally making him groaned, your walls pulsating around the unfamiliar touch.

“It feels different than when I did it, this is so much.. better” Draco could feel his precum wetting his boxers at your explanation. He pushed another finger deeper into you until he heard you moaned loudly.

“How does it feel now?” He asked, eyes switching back from your glistening cunt to your eyes.

“G-good. Right there,” That’s when you feel it. The one spot that sent you seeing the stars and your toes curling as the doctor keeps pumping there.

Before you know it, you clenched around his fingers as you let go of the unfamiliar feeling, the man chuckles as he pulled his fingers out of you and bring them into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

“Looks like we found it Y/n.” Your face heated at the sight of him. You can feel your cunt is still aching from the lost touch, you feel incomplete.

“I-is there any other way to test it again Doctor? It feels like.. not enough..” His eyes darken at your wishes. God, the things he wanted to do to you.

“There is. You still need to feel full, don’t you? Not satisfied yet?” He seemed to understand your feelings and you nodded vigorously.

You watched him unbuckling his belt, taking his pants off until they dropped to his ankles. Your eyes widened when you see his cock, big and hard. He came closer to you pressing his body against you as he once again lining himself up and down your entrance.

“I need you to relax your body, take a deep breath and gripped into me.”

The both of you gasped loudly as he pushed his cock into you, fully bottoming inside you, stretching you out so wide as the pain burnt through your body, all you could feel now was your pulsing walls milking his throbbing cock inside you. And a hint of pleasure that you need him to fill it out.

You heard him muttering “so tight” along with some profanities left his mouth, you felt like you’re about to burst.

“Doctor, m-move please..” He granted your wish and moving slowly inside you, your toes curling at the pleasure, your hand gripped tighter on the sheets as your other hand grasped his white suit. This for sure, was a lot better than the first action.

“Draco Y/n. Call me Draco.” his thrusts became harder and faster each time, his tip repeatedly hit every spot inside you that you had been searching for. His cock penetrating you so deliciously.

“Fuck. I want to ruin you so bad, Y/n. You have no idea.” He pressed his forehead to yours, locking the eye contact between you two. He could see how he had demolishes his innocent patient, favorite patient.

“Draco I-”

“Let it go, Y/n.” You let out a strangled moan of his name as you let your high washed over you, for the first time you felt like you’re blank out at one pleasure.

“Fuck.” He can’t help it, the feeling of your pulsating walls milking him so good, bringing him to his own high, that’s when he let himself spilled all of his load into you.

Staring at each other breathlessly as it finished, faces red from the intense activity, Draco cupped your face before capturing your lips in his.

“There you go Y/n, problem solved. But don’t forget to come for another check-up.”

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