Boyfriend Jungkook Au - Tumblr Posts

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pairing : tattooartist!JK x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au

summary :

your boyfriend ruins your day. he's got to pay for it.

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.

(+ bonus, the morning after)

genre : lots of smut and lots fluff

rating : m for graphic adult content

wordcount : 8.8k

warnings : read content below unless you want to avoid spoilers ;)

content :

dom/sub undertones, pet names, food play, inappropriate use of whipped cream, mommy kink, cameo of dom jk, fem dom, breast / nipple play, sloppy blowjobs, morning after, silly chatter, lots of kissing, lots of spit, pwp, porn with a dam full of feelings, nasty and disrespectful sex, but it's a healthy and wholesome relationship, corny domestic stuff, they kiss and touch alot so what they're practically married, it's intense, guk and kookie used as nicknames alternatively, bare with me, lovers quarrel?, jungkook is blessed and packing, jungkook is a little bit of a brat, a needy brat who needs a good spanking actually, but it's fine because he loves you like crazy and he's so so smitten so we won't go so hard on him, just a little face slapping and cock strangling will suffice, lots of spit exchange going on here, not really a spit kink but it happens quite a lot here so might as well point it out, reader has had a rough week so she's going through it and MAYBE she's projecting but that's not what's important here, WE HAVE GRITTY SEX AND A LOVING RELATIONSHIP HERE !!!

a/n : this is the longest, lewdest pwp smut I've ever written in my whole life. it's outright detailed sin and erotica with a splash of fluff and domesticity and nothing more. pretty self indulgent and pretty raunchy but sweet and soft, especially in the second half. what came over me? no idea. just hope people actually like this. your reblogs mean a lot and it makes me happy when you leave a like or a comment and let me know you're thoughts and feelings and if I need to fix or improve on somethings. Soooo enjoy and have a splendid day.

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You usually like to go grocery shopping on Thursday nights. Not a lot of people went there around these times.

They were at home or with their loved ones. Watching football or eating out or something. 

A friend of yours from college decided to tag along and be your cart pusher for the day.

'So what's it like? Having a tattoo artist boyfriend.'

You were at the dairy section.

Lowering the pack of cheese you'd been appraising, you turned to regard her with a frown.

What was that even supposed to mean?

'Is it supposed to be any different than having a normal boyfriend?'

'Of course!’ She exclaimed, as if it was ridiculous that you didn’t know something that was apparently so obvious. ‘Isn't he like... real kinky?'

You glanced away and gave it thought.

Was he?

Not that it was any of her business.

The look you gave her was a blank deadpan this time.

Your friend blinked owlishly, titling her head. 

'What’s with the look?'

'This is me telling you we're not having this conversation,' You droned, standing to chuck the cheese pack into the cart. 'In the middle of a grocery store at that.'

'Sheesh.' She pouted, sending you an accusatory glare. 'You’re no fun. Such a prude.'

You ignored her jab and idly reached for a can of whipped cream.

If only she knew.

You turned it in your hand as your friend continued to brood in the background, checking its price and content.

Just the thing you were looking for.

You smirked in satisfaction.

-

In the end, you don’t get much. Just enough to last till the weekend.

Spilling the contents onto the counter, you got to arranging.

First you loaded the cabinet then you moved to crouch at the open fridge. 

You shivered a little at the chill, distantly wondering if you should’ve worn something more covering instead of shorts beneath your hoodie as you started packing.

Some eggs... milk… a pack of bacon… cheese…. whipped cream…. whipped cream??

You paused, blinking to look around, a little puzzled. It was gone.

You could’ve sworn you just had it.

Frowning, you stood and shut the fridge before you moved to the living room.

‘Kookie?’

No answer.

You were sure you heard him come in.

Maybe he went inside.

You turned away from the empty couch and moved towards the bedroom.

Twisting the knob, you slowly opened the door.

You peeked through the crack, careful to keep your voice quite incase he was sleeping.

'Guk-'

You paused midway when you found yourself staring at a bare tattooed back. There were dots of dampness on his skin and he had a towel around his waist.

Lifting your gaze, you watched him as he rubbed his damp hair with a towel vigorously, the long, dark locks flying here and there.

He registered your presence from the corner of his eyes and turned to face you.

‘Hey.’ He greeted you with a smile, hanging the towel around his neck, 'What's up?’

You frowned.

Walking past him you grabbed him by the arm to sit him down at vanity and reached for the blow drier set there.

The machine roared to life in your hands and you got to drying his hair. The water on his damp strands evaporated as you ran your fingers through it with care.

He had a sensitive scalp.

Evidently, he moaned shamelessly when the blunt of your nails scratched him.

‘Feels s'good.’

He was slurring. That was how far gone he was. You snorted. He was so easy to please sometimes, so sensitive.

When you shut the machine down he actually whined.

‘Go put some clothes on.’ You told him sternly. ‘You’ll fall sick.’

His pout deepened and his pleading look became a deadpan.

You crossed your arms and raised a challenging brow.

‘Hurry. I want to turn the AC on.’

Knowing that would get him moving, you turned to leave. He knew you didn’t like cuddling with him when he was cold as a corpse.

'Didn't you come here for something.’ 

You started to a pause and whipped around to find him at the open closet, his back to you. 

He was just standing there, not picking anything out.

You almost groaned but then his words hit you.

Yeah. You came here for…

‘The whipped cream’s missing.’ You recalled, blinking. ‘Have you seen it?’

He was quiet for far too long.

‘Nope.’

‘Kookie.’

‘Yes.’

'If you took it for whatever reason-‘

He turned and the passively serious look he regarded you with beneath the damp waves of his fringe made your toes curl in.

His eyes were lidded, his voice deep and low when he spoke.

‘What’re you gonna do about it.’

Something stirred inside you.

But more importantly.

Your fists clenched and your pursed your lips.

A lapse of silence passed like, his intense stare weighing down on you as you tried to hold yourself steady and pull yourself together.

‘Jeon Jungkook…'

To say his abrupt burst into laughter startled you would have been an understatement. You near jumped out your skin and jolted in place when he suddenly doubled over, clutching his belly while he belted out his bouts of hearty, heartfelt laughter.

Just like that, the loaded atmosphere broke.

‘Oh god…' Jungkook straightened, eyes teary as he sighed out, patting at his firm tummy. ‘Wait, let me just,'

Beyond confused, you watched him walk over to the vanity to filter through the bottles of cosmetics lined up on its surface.

He was looking for something.

You saw what it was when he held it up. The can gleamed like a beacon and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was the whipped cream. Your jaw almost dropped.

What the hell?

‘I was just joking.’ He handed it to you, on the tail end of his laughter, a little out of breath from the effort. ‘Here.’

Your momentary shock dissipated completely. You snatched it and you glowered at him.

'It's not funny.’

'Come on, it was, a little.' He said, snorting out a chuckle even, before a pierced brow shot up and he leaned in close to take in your expression. ‘You’re not mad are you?’

You glared at him hotly.

All traces of mirth vanished from his features.

Jungkook blinked, lips parting and closing as both his brows disappeared beneath his messy fringe completely. Now he was stumped.

‘It’s just whipped cream.’ Was his lame response to your blatant fury. It only pushed you further off the edge.

‘I’ve been waiting weeks for this.’ You hated that you were actually feeling heated enough to get all teary eyed. His eyes widen with a look of horror as he realized what he’d done. ‘How could you just… take it!’

He shot out to reach for you, calling out your name in a panic.

You moved before he could put his hands on you.

'Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.’

You slammed the door in his face when you left.

Storming down the halls, you wiped at you eyes vigorously and sniffled.

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.

-

You couldn’t help it.

You cried angrily as you haphazardly prepared your parfait.

This was supposed to be the pinnacle of your rough month.

But now you felt more like shit than you had any other day and you couldn’t even tell exactly why.

God. You hated PMS.

The bowl was overflowing with whipped cream when he came in stumbling on his feet, carrying a plead behind the way he said your name.

‘I’m sorry. Really very sorry.’

You deliberately ignored him.

'Please, I was just joking around-'

You slammed the can down, cutting him off.

What a twisted sense of humor he had. It was one of the many reasons you fell for him. But wielding it at your expense? The nerve.

'Don't talk to me.’

He sighed behind you. There was a shuffle that told you he was probably messing his hair up with his fingers in frustration. It granted you a little bit of satisfaction but not enough to drop it so easy.

He’d really fucked you up and he needed to know that.

‘Tell me, what can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything.’  He said, capturing you attention with how defeated and helpless he sounded. You did feel a little bad. You were human after all, but something in you spiked at what he said. Your ears perked and twitched when you heard a distinct rustle followed by a dull thud. ‘Look. I’m even down on my knees.’

Your eyes widened. Stilling, you slowly turned to regard him under your nose.

His hair was a mess, his shirt was inside out and the drawstrings of his sweats were untied and loose. He looked like he hastily put some clothes on and sprinted here.

He had distraught and desperation written all over his face and it triggered something innate and profoundly base in you.

Jungkook's shoulders fell when he took in your torn up state, your face gleaming with tears, your sniffling nose red.

‘Fuck, I- I’m so sorry. I fucked up. Please… just tell me-'

His words died in a stutter in his throat when you shot out to grab his hair.

You heard him when he choked out your name, but you weren’t really listening anymore. He’d apologized about a dozen times, expressed his regret in more than words and he’d said he’d do anything to make up for getting you like this.

You were hung up on that last part.

'Anything.’ You echoed lowly, dragging your feet so you could stand in between the spread of his thighs and see his face clearly. There was a little shock there but the sincerity in his galaxy eyes always did shine through the most over anything else when it came to him. ‘You said you’d do anything to make up for it. For ruining my day.’

Jungkook swallowed, and he let out a shaky breath.

‘Yes. Anything.’ He tried to nod, but it was hard with you gripping his hair. ‘It was dumb of me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-'

‘Shut up.’ You cut him off, sharp and pointed like the sudden slight narrow of you eyes, looking down on him. ‘I said don’t talk.’

He gulped thickly, throat bobbing, but he nodded as stiffly as he could.

Looking into his clear, doe eyes, you saw just how much of a mess you looked and you reflected on your month, your week, your day- how you got here, at rock bottom like this in the first place.

'This was supposed to be a nice day.’ You told him quietly, slowly, your voice a little small, and maybe you sounded pathetic but you didn’t care. He’s seen you at your worst. ‘I’ve been craving parfait since that Parisian café opened down the street. But it’s overpriced and I’ve got bills to pay so I thought I could just make one for myself at home once the finals were over.’ You lower lip started to wobble, cracking your mute, unbothered facade. The dam was breaking, you were about to fall apart and you couldn’t even be perplexed at the fact that after all this time, this was all it really took, but there was no time for that.

You were tired and over and done with being treated like you were just some little kid. Either unassuming or inexperienced or fun to mess around with. By your peers at uni, by your lecturers, by your friends and by your freaking boyfriend. Perhaps you weren’t helping your case, rambling like this, but you had a right to be emotional and you had to let it out otherwise you’d explode. ‘You have no idea how excited I was when I saw they brought in a new flavor of that whip cream I like. Chocolate. You know how much I like chocolate, don’t you?’

Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden rant more than anything else, not really knowing where all this was coming from, and it was a little overwhelming but he still tried to nod frantically for you to show you he understood and that he was listening, that he cared- but you gripped his hair tighter and he actually winced.

‘And still. You went and-'

You stopped yourself and bit your tongue. At this point, your body was shaking. Your insides simmered. There was a lot going beneath the surface as you stared him down, looking so torn with guilt on his knees and at your mercy.

In the end, this probably wasn’t fair. Jungkook wasn’t anywhere near as bad as everyone else around you. In fact, he wasn’t at all. He liked to fool around and he just liked stirring you up a little every once in a while, especially when he noticed you were feeling down or blue, but there was never malice or spite in any of it. It was endearing and refreshing, how playful he could be. How he liked to make you laugh and make you feel good. He was very fond of you and he showed it in these ways.

You appreciate his efforts and you cherish him with all your heart too… but today all you wanted more than anything was just to some peace of mind and a wholesome parfait after the grueling finals, and the annoying campus mates and impossible to please professors, just… all the things that made up the terrible month you had.

You managed to compress all you felt into four simple words and you finally told him.

‘You ruined my day, Jungkook.’

You could see the effect that the weight of your words had on him. He frowned, and scowled, and even shifted like he wanted to stand and hold your face in his hands and kiss his apologies into you.

'And I said I’m sorry.’ His voice came out a mix between a hoarse plead and a helpless whine as he peered up at you, his throat working a little. 'I swear I wasn’t trying to-'

‘Shut up.’ You commanded, abruptly stepping on his thigh, eliciting a choked sound from the back of his throat. Your eyes narrowed as you looked down at his stunned expression. How dare he take that defensive tone with you. ‘Open your mouth.’

You felt his muscles clench and flex tellingly against the pad of your foot. He was unresponsive for a moment, just gaping, seemingly struck, but he did as you said readily without refute before you could raise an impatient pointed brow, spreading those plump lips open.

From this point on, you were guided simply by a deep founded coiling heat that now centered in your gut, thick and heavy and boiling.

Reaching towards the counter, you grabbed the can of whip cream. He watched you while you gave it a shake, holding his gaze all the while, before you shoved the nozzle in his face. 

He didn’t even flinch. 

In the charged silence, you took a moment to really study his expression.

His pupils were blown out, his gaze heavy lidded, his chest heaving lightly, his abdomen clenched beneath the thin material of his shirt.

He was looking forward to it. Anticipating what you would do to him.

The pool of arousal threatening to over flow, spill and make you misbehave yourself only got even more intense to the point where even standing and looking down at him had wetness gathering in between your legs, where there was a dull throb- but your scowl deepened.

He could at least look a little terrified, couldn’t he? No. Instead, he looked as excited as you were. His cock twitched against your feet, extended and erect and fully hard now.

Your nipples hardened and you resisted the urge to rub your thighs together and tease him with your feet while flicking them.

Without warning, you pressed down and he actually choked a little as you filled his mouth with the cream until it was completely bottomed out.

Once it was empty, you tossed the can aside and gripped his hair tighter, angling his head higher.

The bulge at his throat trembled wildly as he looked up at you with those smoldering, lust laden eyes of his.

You leaned over, so close that your noses brushed.

‘You’re gonna make up for it? Make up for ruining my day and make it good again?’

He nodded once more and he almost choked trying to give you a verbal response, but it was muffled.

The chuckle that tumbled out of your lips was dark, a little lazy even, and you tilted your head as you took him in, your hand in his hair loosening to glide down and caress his face. 

'You don’t need to say anything.’ You told him softly, airy breath fanning his flushed face. You could feel his breath too, uneven and ragged and short. ‘You’ve just gotta be good and let me use you how I please to lift my mood. Got it?’

He nodded again, the movement jerky.

The flush dusted over his skin got deeper and deeper and it was so satisfying to see.

'Good.’ You traced his flexing jaw with a faint curl to your lips, pleased. ‘Now keep your mouth open for me while I lick it all.’

Jungkook’s eyes widened as your words dawned on him, your intentions clear as day now that you’ve said them out loud.

Now he looked terrified.

You gave him a smirk and grabbed him by the jaw to pull him in.

Your teeth clanked as you pressed forward to dip your tongue into his whipped cream filled mouth, the wet muscle dancing across the inside of his mouth and brushing against his as you licked him clean.

The kiss, if it could be called that, was wet and messy and dirty dirty dirty and it made you burn with a blaze overwhelming desire for him all over.

You gripped his jaw tighter to get him to open up wider, drank in his muffled moans as his chest rumbled against your sternum, and you tilted your head to shove your tongue deeper, greedily devouring the intoxicating taste of him as well the sweet cream. 

You had a mixture of your spit and his and melted cream all over your chin. It dribbled down his, trickling down his front and staining his lap.

When you pulled away, licking your lips after nibbling on him, he was panting.

You brushed you thumb over his bottom lip, bruised and raw, your hand taking a gentler touch from the previous firm clutch to hold his face. Your eyes flickered to his and you found him watching you intently, his eyes almost black and entirely misty with desire.

He was breathing heavy, his ribs expanding and deflating dramatically where you were pressed. You could feel the pound of his heart, strong and fast and almost deafening.

Or was that yours?

Hard to tell.

'What's with that look.’ You huffed in mock derision, trying to mask the fact that you were just as debauched and fucked out as he was, if not even more. You were dripping down your legs and if you let him look elsewhere and lower his gaze, he would be able to make out the clear shape of your nipples poking through your too, stiff and aching and begging for attention, not unlike his cock, that pulsed and bobbed and swelled within the confine if his sweats. 'I haven’t even done anything yet. Are you scared?’

Jungkook’s lids fluttered and he leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your palm. 'Are you gonna punish me?’ he asked in a slurred husk, eyes unfocused and bleary but clearly darkened and trained on you. ‘Teach me a lesson for misbehaving?’

He looked irresistible and unreal like this, his hair still slightly damp but with sweat instead of water, his lips berry in shade and plump, his skin prettily pink and his entire body just pressing into yours so needily, saying such unfathomable things in that sensually raspy, panty dropping voice of his.

‘I should shouldn’t I.’ You mumbled your agreement airily. You noticed distantly that even you were struggling to breath now, trailing your fingers lower, stroking the shaky bulge at his throat almost idly. ‘You deserve the worst for ruining my day. Or else you’ll never learn.’

Your fingers abruptly closed around his neck.

Jungkook’s breath hitched and he seriously began to choke.

He stuttered out your name in a gruff cough.

You tightened it, feeling his pulse jump.

He continued to seem struggle to breath, but he try to dislodge your hold on him. 

Just like he didn’t try to reach for you and hold you like he always did when you kissed earlier…

Oh, you could’ve fallen to your knees.

But this wasn’t that kind of day. You were in charge today. You held back letting out a shaky, faint breath in favor of lifting your chin in an attempt to look imposing, domineering.

'What did I say?’ You demanded in a sultry purr. ‘Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you open it.’

Jungkook made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, guttural and needy and raw as he fought to keep his barely open eyes on you and not rolling to the back of his head.

You tilted your head sideways, thumb massaging his pulse as you took in just how frazzled and hopeless he looked in front of you.

'I don’t know… will this really be enough? Will you really learn from this?’

Jungkook looked like he really wanted to say something but he was smart, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought to hold your demanding gaze, even as his knees shuffled in challenge against the floor.

You frowned and reached to brush the trickle of blood with you thumb gently.

'You're gonna hurt yourself trying to be good…' you hummed in a drawl, lips unwittingly falling in the corners even as arousal filled you. ‘Do you want to please me that bad? Huh?’

Jungkook just heaved, plump lips parted uselessly as his lids fluttered weakly.

Loosening your grip a little on his throat, you licked the scarlet of your thumb with an expectant brow raised, making sure to flick your tongue sensually, your eyes flickering to his.

'I asked you a question.’

‘Yes!’ He rasped throatily, breathing heavy as air flowed into him again, gasping out your name. ‘Yes, Please, I-'

You tightened your grip in warning, making him choke on his words.

‘No.’ You shook your head, squinting your eyes in disapproval as you admonished him. ‘You don’t get to call me by my name after what you did. Try again.’

You loosened your grip once more, looking at him expectantly.

You could only imagine how you looked in his eyes. Manic probably. You wanted him and you wanted this to the point of insanity right now.

Jungkook swallowed, gazing up at you with a longing look in his sea glass eyes.

'Mommy,' he rasped and you felt your insides flip and curl along with your toes, into the strong muscle at his thigh and the floor. ‘I’m sorry for being bad. Punish me so I can learn… teach me how to be good. Please, Mommy.’

There it was.

Your lips stretched in a s smile for him and rewarded him with a peck.

‘That’s right.’ You said. ‘I know deep down inside, you’re a good boy. Aren’t you?’

‘Yes.’ He nodded, head lolling almost as he shimmed on his knees to get impossibly close to you, drinking in your every praise. ‘For you Mommy. Just for you. Please-'

'Shh.’ You hushed him gently. He was getting too excited now. It was cute to see him like this but there was a role you were trying to play here. ‘That’s enough now. I'm still mad at you, Jungkook. Even if you beg like this, I can’t let it go so easy.’

You straightened to put some distance between your bodies and started unzipping your top.

His dark eyes watched you closely, unblinking and absolutely enraptured. When the seams fell apart, you saw the way his throat bobbed, how the veins popped at his neck as he tried to hold himself together while he stared at the smooth and soft swell of your tits.

‘What you did was so bad.’ You chided him softly, sinking to your knees before him. His eyes darted away from your chest to yours in question and you gave him a wordless, coy smile as you looked up at him, delighting in how his stance faltered for a moment when you reached over to stroke him over his pants. ‘You need to make up for it, Kookie.’

He looked down to watch where you were touching him and you clasped his chin to redirect his attention.

'Eyes on me.’ You said. ‘This is part of your punishment.’

Jungkook nodded and held your heavy gaze lidded gaze even as you reached into to his sweats to retrieve his erection and jerked him off.

You could feel him tremble with restraint, and he twitched persistently in your hand as he panted breathlessly, the flush on him only deepening more and more as a sheen of sweat formed over his skin.

'So hard…' You said, thumbing his leaking slit slowly. Your fingers could barely meet around his girth, he was more than well endowed and generously packing, tall in height and thick. There was a lot of ground to cover and you tried to be thorough about it, making sure no patch of sensitive skin was left out. You used some of his pre-cum as lubricant and even let a little spit to dribble down your chin onto him to make an easy glide as you stroked him from base to tip. He shuddered and whimpered. ‘Does it hurt?’

'N-no. Feels good- when you-'

‘When I?’ You tilted your head.

'When you-when you use your thumb-'

‘Like this?’

You stroked him down the slit where a jutting vein was slowly and he went feral.

'Fuck!’ He groaned, hips snapping, biceps bulging as his fists tightened around nothing where they dug and crushed into the floor. ‘Yes!’

'It's not supposed to feel good though.’ You droned with a little laugh and you saw when it flashed in his eyes. Unadulterated dread. It thrilled you a little and it made you bold. ‘It’s supposed to feel like hell. Because I’m punishing you after all.’

Then you dipped your head and took him in your mouth and immediately he started thrusting up.

You moved back to pull yourself off him with a wet pop and shot him a hard look. ‘Don’t move.’ You told him harshly, lips glistening with a bit of his pre-cum and your saliva. ‘And keep your hands to yourself.’

He nodded erratically, so ready to acquiesce and abide.

‘Okay…’ It came out as a groan through his gritted teeth, his jaw tense. Oh. You mused. What’s this? He was getting impatient? Restless? Frustrated? ‘Please just- ugh!’

You put your mouth on his cock again, planting wet kisses and licking around the base, tracing the pulsing veiny lines with your tongue and his head fell back. His nails dug into his palms, cutting skin as he tried to control the urge to roll his hips into your mouth while you sucked him off slow and sloppy.

He stuttered out your name only to stumble when you squeezed his balls pointedly at his slip of tongue. ‘Mommy- fuck- I’m close.’

You peered up at him and almost creamed yourself on the spot. He looked so debauched.

You increased your vigor, massaging his heavy balls in your hands until it became impossible for him to breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his tip, rolling your tongue over the sensitive head.

He released hoarse sounds as you coated his shaft with your saliva, strained and strangled, crosses between whimpers and moans.

Adjusting your position and spreading your knees, you grasped him at the base and opened your lips up. You held his gaze, engulfing his cock into your mouth and you hummed as he glided into you until his tip hit the back of your throat.

Jungkook murmured weakly, near delirious, cock throbbing wildly inside of you as he took in the sight. Of your lips stretched around his cock. At the exhilarating sensation of your warm mouth and your tight throat clutching him in a snatch.

His hands sought your hair, startling you, tightening, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, he began drawing you back and forth, in and out. He thrust his cock into and out of your mouth, chest thrumming at the view of him entering and exiting the tight purse of your plump lips, glistening with your spit.

Shutting his eyes tight, he began bucking his hips sharply, fucking your face with a punishing ferocity as he gripped you tightly and threw his head further back, mouth hanging open. His balls slapped against your chin, and you gagged on his cock at the change in pace, gripping at his thighs for purchase. It only aroused him more, made him flex his hips with even more zest and zeal.

Chancing you a glance, he found you looking out of this world ravishing.

Your teary eyes fluttered, tear tracks staining your flushed, hollowed cheeks. You clutched him snug with those plump, juicy lips, even as you gurgled on his cock.

Releasing a rough groan, he flexed his hips harshly and brought you forward onto his cock until your nose pressed into his abdomen and he slipped as deep into your throat as he could go. His thighs clenched beneath your palms as he released a low curse, muttering absolute nonsense, and his cock pulsed tellingly and he couldn’t help but jerk further in as his abdomen clenched and he tasted it on his tongue as felt it on his bones-

Only to fall hitting the ground hard when you abruptly pulled away.

His eyes shot open, bleary as they blinked at you, while he heaved heavily, wide in disbelief, stumbling over his tongue stuttering your name.

‘Why would you-'

A harsh slap had his head snapping sideways.

‘That.’ You snapped, heaving over yourself with tears and snot and spit all over your face. God, you could finally breathe again. Your scalp tingled a little from where he’d grabbed you and it was pleasant but today was not that kind of a day. Your scowl deepened. ‘And I told you not to move. But you did.’

Jungkook could do nothing but release a broken sound as his eyes watered and your look turned a little wry, some of the vexation in you simmering down.

You hated seeing him get like this. He just wanted you that bad and he acted out because of it. You knew where he was coming from. You felt the same.

Getting your hair out of your face, you straddled his lap, held his face to lift his hanging head and made him look straight at you.

‘Jungkook, I can’t reward you if you’re not going to be good and listen to me.’ You said softly, soothing the sting off his left cheek with the gentle stroke of your thumb over the pinkening skin as he sniffled, his nose so so red.. ‘All you have to do is do as I say. It’s that simple. Why is it so hard for you to understand?’

'I-' He tried to voice but found himself choking on a sob, speech stuttering. His shoulders shook and tears streamed down his face almost endlessly. ‘I’m sorry, mommy. So sorry, I won’t do it again. I swear I’ll be good. I promise… please … I swear…’

‘Shh…’ You hushed him quietly, wiping at them, feeling your heart soften to a puddle unbiddenly with your love for him. ‘Since you’re such a sweetie, I’ll tell you one more time. One last time.’

Jungkook listened to you intently, holding your now steady gaze with his teary ones.

'Don't move unless I tell you to. Don’t talk unless I ask you something. Keep your hands where I put them, only move them when you hear me tell you to. Got it?’

He nodded while you held him, a jerky movement as he sniffled again.

'Yes, mommy.’

You smiled. How adorable.

'Good.’ You said, pecking the red tip of his nose, satisfied, soul rested at reaching an agreement with him and seeing him calm a little. It made slipping into your role again easier. 'If you call my name again with your filthy mouth, I’m gonna stop. You’ve got to earn it. Otherwise, you’ll never learn.’

Since it wasn’t a question, he didn’t respond. You watched his throat bobbed as he shook a little. It was the quake that came in the aftermath of sobbing and something else. You were vaguely aware of his slick cock where it laid flat against the ridged planes of his solid tummy, twitching and pulsing and desperate for a little touch, a little kiss, a little suck, from you.

It was almost embarrassing to admit how close you were to pouncing on him in the moment. But you wanted to keep this going. You stopped him earlier so firmly because of it.

'I think you understand well enough now. ‘ You pushed yourself off your knees and stood to help him take his shirt off, marveling and feeling at his ripped ink skin for a moment before your eyes flickered to his face. ‘Now kiss me.’

He pushed forward and crashed his lips against yours, moaning deeply as he shoved his tongue down your throat, all too eager to finally be able to be allowed this.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands slid up his firm chest, fingers joining and clasping to lace as you brought your arms around his neck.

You forced yourself to part from him to angle your head the other way to deepen the kiss and he chased your lips hungrily all the way, your teeth colliding when you meshed together again.

With your hands in his hair, you guided him to you neck, then your collarbones. You hugged him tighter and sighed in bliss as he started lavishing your tits, lapping at your nipples with his tongue and relieving them off their ache, nibbling with his teeth.

'Fuck…' You moaned, arching, for more. You wanted more. ‘Guk… use your hands. Touch them.’

His hands shot out fast and he gripped, squeezing your flesh as he showered your tits with his attention, leaving a sheen behind from his mouth and a red tinge and sting from his fervor.

You winced, jolting sharply.

He was being too rough. Pinching and biting and twisting, drawing seemingly pained sounds from deep inside of you as you panted. But you couldn’t find it in you to stop him because it felt so good.

To reward him for making you feel good, you reached in between your bodies, gripping his cock again.

He jolted, unintentionally biting down on your nipple, making you jerk with a curse as electricity shot through you, hitting you down to the core. But you kept pretense, grabbing his cock and pulling him back by the hair to give him a stern look.

'Don't stop.’ You commanded, breathless and throaty. ‘If you want to come. Don’t. Stop.’

Jungkook obliged and dived in to suckle on your tits and knead the soft flesh with even more vigor than before, something you didn’t think possible. You jerked him off with just as much zeal, fingers scratching his scalp as you bit down on your bottom lip, throbbing dully from the kiss before, to hold back wanton noises.

‘M-mommy-‘ he husked in a stutter against your tits, a strong arm looping around your waist to ground him, hand trembling where he squeezed you desperately when he pulled away to look up at you with glittery eyes. ‘I’m sorry b-but- I-'

You moved your fist up and down around his girth, probing the leaking tip with your thumb, gathering pre cum and spreading the sticky essence all over his shaft as you asked him if you were making him feel good, observing his lust laden expression through your lashes, to which he nodded at dumbly, incoherent affirmatives tumbling out of his parted lips.

‘Are you close?’ His balls were hot and heavy and pulsing with load when you took them between your fingers to rile him up even more and he groaned, shaking his head and shutting his eyes tightly. ‘Tell me, are you close baby?’ He pulsed at the pet name, a harsh curse slipping out the part of his lip. ‘Yes!’

'Well?’ You prompted, increasing your pace as you felt his cock buzz tellingly. ‘Come for me, baby boy.’

And he did, thick, hot jet streams shooting out and flying all over in between them, on your belly, on your thighs, and even on the bottom curve of your tits.

You found yourself breathing heavy in the aftermath, supporting a spent Jungkook who had his face buried into you chest with his back bowed, his arms weakly brought around your waist .

You kept your hand on his hair, soothing down the damp strands gently.

‘Tired…’ he mumbled into your skin, an incoherent slur you miraculously caught. ‘Can’t… move…'

You laughed a little.

'Of course.’ You said. You were feeling a lot more drained than you usually did after sex yourself, from your skin down to your bone. ‘That was a lot wasn’t it.’

‘Yeah…' he agreed sleepily. ‘But I had fun…. T’was good.’

‘I know.’ You leaned into to press a kiss to his crown and looped your arms snug around him in an embrace to keep him warm. ‘Me too.’ - Somewhere in between pulling yourselves together and trying to learn how to breath again, he’d dozed of on your tits.

You had a petite frame compared to his height and muscle. Jungkook was really tall and very broad in general.

Dragging his dead weight to the room wasn’t easy.

But you got there eventually.

He sunk into the sheets mumbling on his belly and you joined him on your side of the bed after catching your breath, shimmying into comfort next to his warmth to get some shut eye for a moment.

A handful of hours must’ve gone by. You were first to wake up. It was somewhere around five am. Not your usual time, unlike Jungkook who loved getting up early to hit the gym before work, but you had things to do.

He must’ve been really tired. He slept through his alarm. You reached out to the night stand with his things to hit snooze for him and decided he could do with some extra minutes of sleep.

You watched him propped on one elbow with your fist pressing at your cheek where he slept on after changing out of your birthday suit into one of his comfortable shirts, snoring softly, touching his hair.

Jungkook shifted, eyes fluttering lazily. When they saw you, he blinked dazedly multiple times before he shifted on his side to face you completely, bringing a loose arm around your waist.

‘Are you not tired?’ He asked you with a pleasant gruffness to his voice, eyes still shut.

‘No,’ You shook your head, tracing along the shape of his brow gently and brushing his fringe aside before you cupped his face. ‘I’m starting early today.’

His lids cracked open a notch and he looked at you questioningly with sleep in his eyes.

'Doing what?’

‘Homework.’

'But you’re in college.’ He pointed out in a rasp, pouting a little at the prospect of having you torn away from him and tugging you closer until you tumble on top of him. ’They don’t give out homework in college. I know. I’ve been there.’

You laughed, finding his clinginess cute. It wasn’t everyday that he referred back to his younger days, days he didn’t seem to be too proud of, often times reminiscing on them every now and then with a cringe or grimace or red tipped ears.

If there was something you knew for sure he didn’t regret about all the mishaps and slip ups of his past life, it was that it made him who he was, got him his awesome sleeve and it led him to meeting you in his later years.

Unable to help it, feeling your heart brim, you leaned down to peck him, just because he was right there, so close and near and yours.

‘It’s an assignment that I’m supposed to get done at home so…'

‘Homework.’ He nodded, lips stretching in a lazy, dopey grin as his hands lifted to rest on your waist and massage your sides absently. ‘Right. What about your parfait?’

That gave you a pause. He planted a kiss on the side of your mouth. He probably meant to catch your lips but he obviously still had quite some sleep weighing down on his system.

Right now, he seemed fine with just kissing down your jaw, and your neck, gentle and languid as he breathed you in and embraced you snugger. Distractedly, he asked. 'Did you get to eat it?’

You considered it in, humming at the pleasant feeling of his lips and hands on you, slipping your fingers into his hair, cradling the back of his head when he lifts his head a little to nip at your collarbones.

‘Yeah.’ You breathed out, voice a little husky. When he pulled away to blink up at you questioningly, you titled your and you grinned a little, working your thumb in circles at the base of his skull . 'You feed it to me, don’t you remember?’

The hazy look on his face dissipated as clarity dawned on his features and a deep flush broke out on his face, from the tips of his ears and down his neck.

'I thought…’ he trailed off, blinking repeatedly, struggling to speak as he went over the events of the previous night. ‘That’s good then. That uh you’ve satisfied your craving.’

You held back a little chuckle at his flustered reaction and hummed.

‘Yeah…' Your fingers touched his lips, soft and plump and still a little redder than normal from yesterday. ‘I wonder what I’ll be craving next.’

His lips stretched underneath your finger tip and it was nothing short cheeky and brimming mischief.

'Me too.’ He said, reaching out to cradle your nape. His thumb brushed your pulse tenderly, and he brought you close enough so that your noses touched and you shared a breath. ‘That reminds me, I never really got to make it up to you.’

Your suspicion for a scheme aside, you frowned at what he said, tilting your head.

‘You did.’ You told him, wondering if he was joking around or something. ‘I’m not mad anymore.’

'I mean I got to get off,' Jungkook explained, eyes darting all over your face before it settled on yours, steady and firm. ‘But you didn’t.’

‘Oh.’ You blinked, suddenly feeling all hot and funny. You let out a little breathy laugh and shook your head, squeezing where you held him a little to reassure him, giving him a tiny smile. ‘But, I didn’t need to. I had fun too. It's fine, really.’

He held you in silence, idly tracing your cheeks.

‘But I want to make it up to you.’ He stated earnestly, then he titled his head and his eyes flickered to you with a telling glint. He rasped our your name. 'I’m craving something.’

You resisted a huff even as you shuddered down to your toes and decided to entertain him

‘Tell me.' You perched your chin on his sternum and stared up at him, fingers slipping his hair to glide down his neck and shoulder in a slow, drawn out motion to rest on his chest, where his heart beat was picking up ‘What are you craving?’

Jungkook was silent for a beat, watching you with darkening eyes.

'Do we still have whip cream left?’

‘No.’ You shook your head slightly, feeling him up. ‘Finished it.’

He nodded distractedly, humming low in his throat.

'Alright.’ He muttered, reaching out to sooth your hair down and before he gripped. Oh. Heat coiled in your belly and he smirked at how hot you were getting on top of him. ‘I'm guessing fruit and yogurt will do. We have that.’

You peered up at him through your lashes and bit you lip, pulse picking up. The morning wood he sporting was getting impossible to ignore now with how he was looking at you.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’

‘Yeap.’ His lips curled into a lazy grin, and when he released you, you almost whined but he went straight to cupping your ass beneath the shirt of his you were wearing, clad in only underwear, making you jolt a little at the sudden motion, but you certainly had no complaints. ‘But first-‘

Jungkook chuckled at the sound you let out, and he gave you a playful smack before he mumbled, eyes dark with intent.

‘Will you look at the clock- it’s time for breakfast.’ Of course he would go and say something corny like that first thing in the morning. You couldn’t help but laugh as you sat up with your palms on his chest to push yourself off him.

‘It’s my turn to cook.’ You said, standing after moving off your straddle on him to slip your feet into your slippers, a white bunny with red detail to match his black bunny with pink cheeks. You tied your hair into a messy bun as he shuffled to lay on his side behind you and looked down at him over your shoulder, hands on your hips. ‘What are you in the mood for?’

He observed you silently for a while, then he reached over and gently took your hand, tugging you back.

'You.’ He spoke lowly, husking your name, his gaze clear even while heavy lidded with blatant arousal. ‘I’m in the mood for you.’

You sighed and turned to face him, leaning down to give him a quick peck and hold his face with your free hand.

‘That’s real sweet Kooks, but I’m talking about real food.’

He opened his pretty doe eyes wider slowly, bottom lip jutting out in pout that floored you, almost ensnaring you. A tender chuckle tumbled out of your lips and you gave his cheek a light pat with a little ‘tough luck’ before heading towards the door when he let reluctantly your hand slip out of his.

‘Put on something before you come out.’ You called from the door after grabbing one of his sweats from the draw before you entered the bathroom to freshen up quickly. They were big, dragging on the floor but they were warm and comfy and all you had to do was pull on the drawstrings. You shivered as soon as you walked out and hit the hallways, hugging yourself, trying to rub the goosebumps off your arms. The mornings were as brutal as ever it seemed. ‘It’s really cold out here.’

You could hear him groan from the living room and you shook your head, sighing under your breath as you slipped into the kitchen. Jungkook got sick so easy and he could be so stylish when he went out without trying but he hated wearing clothes inside more than anything.

What a mysterious enigma, you thought with a hint of sarcasm, and unbidden, a hint of affection bled through and extended that thought. One of the seven wonders of the world, that one.

You’d get to him and dress him yourself in a moment. Right now, your grumbling tummy couldn’t be ignored any longer.

You opened the fridge and stared at the contents for a while before you took out the eggs and bacon and set it on the counter.

Jungkook came out in a hoodie with sweats on, sitting across you on one of the two tall stools where you were setting the plates with a frown.

You absently started a count down in your head as you arranged the spread before you, already knowing the drill.

Three.

Two.

He started by calling you out, voice rough from sleep still. ‘You’re a real meanie. You know that?’

You hummed absently, moving to the other side and cracking the eggs over the sizzling pan.

‘At least give me my morning kiss.’ He called out from behind you. ‘I gave it to you already.’

‘A real one.’ He countered. ‘Not just a peck.’

You turned to grab some salt on the eating counter and sent him a look.

His hair was all mussed and you had to admit it was an adorably, hot look but there were other more pressing matters that begged for your attention. He was dressed yes, but of course, he was showing ripped skin down the center. It was tempting but you were more concerned for his wellbeing.

'Zip it first.’ You gestured at his hoodie. ‘Maybe then I’ll think about it.’

Jungkook did as you said sooner than you could finish blinking.

‘There.’ He declared with enthusiasm, brimming with childlike glee with an ear to ear grin, practically thrumming in excitement in his seat. ‘Now kiss me.’

Oh, there was no way you could deny him, especially when he got like this, so eager for your kisses. But you could be a little stern about, try to get all contemplative and rational when all you wanted to do was shower him with them.

So, you stared at him for a bit before you walked over and braced yourself to lean over the counter on your tiptoes so you could lift yourself, palms pressed onto the cold, marble surface.

He spared you the embarrassment of having to climb the counter and leaned over with his height to meet you somewhere halfway and cradle your face in his hands.

It was just a fitted press at first, your mouth slotted against his gently, melding perfectly, then a gliding roll of lips.

He held your face tighter when you tried to get back on your heels.

'The food…' you spoke airily against the wet smack of their lips, gaze trying to shift over your shoulders where the stove was sizzling. ‘It’s gonna burn…'

He tolerated blindly kissing your cheek for only a bit before he used his other hand to redirect your face towards him and meshed your lips again.

'Just a little bit more…' he husked, taking you bottom lip in between his as he angled his head, thumbs brushing your warm cheeks tenderly. ‘Let me taste you a bit more…'

His mouth tasted a little like mint, with a hint of cherry from his favorite chap stick and something distinctly him beneath it all as your tongues breached to mingle. It was intoxicating, making you feel dizzy and weightless.

Your heart felt unbelievably full and it was the easiest thing to melt into him. You closed your eyes, giving in and let him caress your tongue with his as you made out until your lungs protested.

Your eyes were still softly shut when he pulled way with a string of saliva in between your lips. He smiled a little at your serene expression and your eyes opened when he brushed a trail of wetness off the side of your mouth with his thumbs.

‘Spit.’ He said simply, giving you a final wipe with a satisfied nod and a dopey stretch to his lips. ‘All good now.’

You felt the spot with your fingers. It tingled pleasantly, like your cheeks, which were hot and probably super flushed with color.

Nodding, you pushed yourself off the counter and went over to check on the eggs.

They were a little crisper around the edge but luckily, not charred and burnt. Jungkook liked his eggs a little on the rawer in the mornings, for the rich proteins, good for muscles, he said once. You would have these ones. You finished cooking with no incident and in no time you were sitting across each other.

'Looks good,' Jungkook complimented, reaching for his fork with a bright grin as you did the same. It widened when he looked up at you. There was that pretty, sea glass twinkle in his galaxy eyes. ‘Thanks for the meal.’

You watched him dive in, humming graciously and you looked down at your own food, muttering your own thank with a little smile.

You were so so grateful for having him in your life.

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i went through hoops trying to upload this. i made the banner myself. i edited this a dozen times.

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ink and kinks and it's entire masterlist

pairing : tattooartist!jk x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au, boyfriend jk au, cohabitation au

genre : smut, fluff, slice of life, pwp

rating(s) : mature or m for mildly sexual content- explicit or e for graphic, detailed sexual content.

summary :

a purely self indulgent established relationship anthology thingy majig where tattoo artist jk and college student reader explore and experience a variety of kinks and fetishes with each other in a pretty everyday setting.

here, have this bundle of wholesome fluff and filthy smut.

warnings : 18+, nsfw, explicit sexual content, lots of it, it's about kinks, domesticity, they're basically a married couple, quite some cringe, use of nicknames/pet names.

a/n : so this became a whole thing. something to keep in mind- none of these are probably going to go the way you expect it to.

one shots:

part one ( explicit ) link

posted : 30/9

jungkook ruins your day. he's got to pay for it.

content : mommy kink, face slapping, femdom, sub!jk.

part two ( explicit ) link

posted : 8/10

you lost in a bet and have to face your punishment. jungkook has lots of fun riling you up.

content : daddy kink, softdom!jk, semi-clothed sex.

part three ( mature ) link

posted : coming soon

you see lots of new faces during camp on friday. many of them girls. girls your boyfriend has tatted before and many in brow raising places.

you get possessive.

content : semi-public sex, frottage, slight top/bottom themes, mild orgasm control.

*more to be added*

drabbles:

baby fever ( mature )

posted : coming soon

jungkook wouldn't mind being a dad. even if it's nine months from now.

content : breeding kink, impregnation kink.

*more to be added*

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inks and kinks and other pretty things

pairing : tattooartist!JK x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au

summary :

you lost in a bet and have to face your punishment. jungkook has lots of fun riling you up.

genre : lots of smut and lots fluff

rating : e for graphic adult content

wordcount : 4.6k

warnings : read content below unless you want to avoid spoilers ;)

content :

dom/sub undertones, use of pet names/nicknames, daddy kink, softdom!jk, semi-clothed sex, light praising kink, hair pulling, clit slapping ( it happens istg ), free the nipples, reader is in a mood, jk isn't helping really, but jk's about to kiss it better, jk has a possessive streak, soft motorboating, boob obsessed jk, fingering, nipple/breast play, like a lot of it, table sex, sex at the workplace, jk has an office, raw fucking, rough sex, jk kind of chokes the reader, he's very demanding but he's so gentle about it, brief cock warming, lots of kissing here too, jk kind of needs to be fed a bar of soap, reader is in distress because he's so blunt, help they're being cheesy and lovey dovey again, having a healthy, loving relationship and having dirty, nasty sex as usual, just jk and reader being couple goals if you ask me.

a/n :almost named this 'ink, kink and a handful of pretty tits' , you'll find out why soon enough hehe... but in other news, how have you all been? thank you so much for all the support and love on the other part of the anthology. really glad to know alot of people liked it. i hope alot of people like this piece too. without further ado, I give you : this huge block of gritty sin and wholesome fluff. like if you liked it, reblog to share and share your thoughts and feelings in the replies!

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masterlist

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'bad girls don’t get to cum.’

This was what the shirt Jungkook’s girlfriend was wearing said when she walked into the ink parlor with her pretty little skirt and a friend of hers.

He was in the middle cleaning up before heading out for lunch with his partner.

Jungkook stood straighter and watched your green haired friend practically drag you in.

June, he recalled briefly. You talked about her sometimes and she was a friend of a friend who had a background in art and designing like she did.

‘Hello, JK!’ She greeted with a saccharine sweet smile but it fell when she noticed the other occupant in the room. 'Hoseok.’

Ah, speak of the devil.

The pseudo-pierced, neon blonde gave a howdy from somewhere in the back.

'Hey, June.’ He returned nicely, eyes flickering to his sullen looking girlfriend. ‘Nice shirt.’

June perked up in agreement.

‘I know right! I picked it out myself!'

You shot them daggers and pursed your lips.

'Don't even start with me.’

Then you nudged past them and disappeared around the back.

Jungkook blinked, a little taken aback by just how peeved you seemed to be about something.

If it wasn’t obvious before, it was too blatant to not address now.

He looked to June for answers and found her shaking her head, sighing.

'A storm that one. A storm, I tell you.’

Of course. Everyone knew you were a force to be reckoned with, not one to be trifled with, but your mood suggested something more the latter happened and it had him feeling concerned.

'Is she okay?’

June shrugged.

'Just a little bitter. She lost in a bet. That shirt? It’s part of her punishment.’

'Oh.’ He said. Interesting. He wasn’t expecting that but somehow it made sense. His girlfriend could be a little competitive and she didn’t really like losing at all. That calmed him a little, at least it wasn’t something serious. Not to the point that he’d need to intervene and get involved at least. He wouldn’t need to revert to his rougher days and go around knocking out some teeth and breaking a couple of ribs to make you smile like the sunshine you were again. Putting a smile on he tore his gaze off the back door and turned to face June again. 'So, you here to get a tattoo?’

Instantly, she straightened and grinned, clasping her hands over her chest.

'Yes, actually.’ She batted her lashes at him. ‘You sure you can’t write your initials on my tits? J for Jung, K for Kook. Just in tiny.’

Jungkook laughed and got back to clearing his station.

‘No can do.’ He declined like he always did. ‘I can recommend a place where they can get it done for you if that’s what you really want.’

‘That’s no fun.’ He could hear the pout in her voice. ‘It has to be you.’

He chuckled lightly.

The reason why Jungkook wasn’t outright weirded out or bluntly asking her to see herself to the exit is because oddly enough, he was used to this. Her antics, her advances. She’d been doing this for as long as he’d known her. He heard that she had a crush on him once or something like that, but it didn’t bother you so it didn’t bother him. The two of you trusted each other. He just sometimes wondered if she’d ever get tired or find someone for herself.

‘Sorry.’ He cleaned his hands off with a towel. ‘Hyung’s about to head out for lunch.’

She perked up like he knew she would and he almost grinned in triumph. No hard feelings, he just really needed an escape right now.

‘He recently got his paycheck too.’ Jungkook added, thanking the heavens he knew enough about the art major from you and observing to know her favorite things revolved around food, shopping and harassing Hoseok.

She gasped and spluttered.

‘For real?’

'Yeah.’ He nodded, gladly roping her in even more. 'You should go with him.’

She gave him a salute and a curt nod and proceeded to easily exit his work station.

He distantly registered her buttering up an annoyed Hoseok in the background as he concentrated with finishing up at his station up. Idly, his eyes flitted to the back door where you had disappeared off into with a light crease in between his brows.

But it wasn’t a look of worry.

His curiosity far outweighed his concern right now.

-

You verbally pounced in defense before the door even came to a close behind him.

'Don't even say a word.’

‘I didn’t say anything.’

'You look like you want to say something.’

His office was nothing grand. Just a medium sized room with maroon walls and vintage furniture. He had pictures of things he liked on the walls and some odd bits like a skate board, a dream catcher hanging from the ceiling and motorbike helmet, a baseball bat and a guitar amongst others arranged into some short randomly sized cabinets he had lined up at the walls.

It was quite for a while as he fiddled with the helmet clasp for a bit while you brooded in the corner.

‘A bet huh?’ He mused, swallowing back any sound that resembled laughter, at least for now. ‘And you really lost?’

‘Shut up.’

He let it out lightly, setting the helmet down to turn and sit back against one of the racks at the wall opposite of you.

'If we look at the bright side, at least it’s not a furry onesie.’ He shrugged at your skeptical look. 'That shirt looks good on you.’

It did. Like your skirt did too. Baby pink, airy and with a flow. And your shoes, translucent heels with straps that criss crossed your ankles and calves beautifully. In all honesty, you could rock a trash can and he’d be absolutely floored at the sight of it.

'Thanks. It's still humiliating though.’ You murmured, feet dancing where they were perched on his work desk while you harrumphed and pouted in the corner like it did when you weren’t sure how to respond because you flustered. ‘It's all June's fault. She dragged me into this.’

He nodded, humming absently.

Thank you June, for dragging her into this.

‘It’s not that bad.’ He said, distracted, thoroughly taking you in from head to toe. Every dip and curve and every roll of skin.

Not bad at all. Perfect. So pretty.

‘I guess.’

'C'mere.’ His hands itched to grab. ‘I wanna see.’

You stood after staring at him for a while before you walked over to him, heels clicking. Your palm naturally came to rest over his broad chest when you settled in between his legs, feeling him up at him through his black tee as you looked up at him.

‘Nice.’ He said, looking you over as he held your waist, thumb brushing the bare skin there. ‘You look good in crop tops.’

‘Well it’s summer so…'

Thank lord for summer too.

‘Is that why you’re not wearing a bra too?’

You paused, looking at him and your body actually went hot against him.

'Why do you look so shocked? It’s pretty obvious.’ He said, shrugging, unable to help his amusement at how flushed out you were getting. His hands rose up your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits. ‘I could see your nipples from miles away. They've been hard since the moment you walked in.’

'It’s part of the punishment for loosing the bet.’ You groaned, watching him stroke you softly, then you chanced him a glance through your lashes, shy and bashful almost, making his heart jump in his chest. ‘Are you mad? That I walked around like this.’

He stared at you for a while, thinking over your words as he poured over how cute you looked in the moment, then he slowly shook his head.

‘Not even a little bit?’

He pursed his lips. Well.

He imagined you walking down the street, tiny skirt swaying, tits jiggling with every click of your heels, turning heads with every step, so pretty with your stiff nipples pressing against the thin material of your shirt and your long, shapely legs and your soft plump lips and your perfect pretty face and-

It wasn’t so much jealousy that struck. It was some baser, primal and it was telling him to do more than just grab your boobs. He wanted to rip your shirt off, bend you over the table and shove your skirt over your full ass so he could-

'Maybe a little bit.’ He relented, groaning with restrain. Fuck. He felt like growling. 'I just know they were staring.’

'They were.’

You told him with a little giddy stretch to your lips, no doubt loving to see him act so possessive and territorial over you.

He made a displeased face and you laughed a little.

'Don't be mad.’ You said, stroking his neck. He was getting hot there, his pulse picking up. ‘People stare all the time but they’re just looking. You're the only one who gets to feel it and touch.’

He grunted absently, distracted. He was squeezing your boobs with his inked fingers now, utterly occupied with the task at hand.

There wasn’t anything sexual about it. It was a tender gesture even and it made you smile, shifting your hand to cradle the back of his head, teasing the downy, wavy hair there.

'It's almost lunch.’ You said, looking at the clock over his head as he nuzzled into your chest, breathing you in. ‘You’ve got plans with Hoseok?’

‘No.’ He shook his head. His voice was muffled and a little slurry. There was something all intoxicating and grounding and satisfying about your sweet scent, and your softness, your presence, just everything that was you. ‘He went out with June.’

You snorted, nuzzling your cheek into his temple, hugging his neck.

'Seriously.’

‘Yeah.’ He said, palming at you now, kneading the swell softly that give beneath his touch. 'Think they’re gonna be out in town for a while. He just got his paycheck.’

‘Wow. So she’s about to suck his wallet dry. ‘You mused, understanding the situation instantly. You pulled away a little to look down at him questioningly. 'What about you? Have you had lunch yet?’

His pupils were all blown out and there was a telling flush to his face.

‘Later.’

Oh.

Wordlessly, he leaned up to kiss you and you melted into his lips.

Your arms came around his neck and you pressed yourself into him.

Standing, he guided your bodies them to couch in corner and lifted you onto his lap as he sat.

Immediately, you started grinding into him and shoved your hands under his shirt, feeling his ripped skin as you kissed his neck.

His own palms settled on your rear under you skirt, large hands fondling the flesh as his head fell back.

'Fuck…' he hissed out your name when you suckled on his pulse, making his fingers dig into your flesh as his cock twitched in his pants. He was aching, and the fabric felt stifling, he’d been hard for so long now, but he loved how it felt when you put your mouth on him like that too much to want to part from you right now. ‘Do that again.’

You did, with more vigor this time, sure to leave a mark, sensually rolling you hips into the bulge at his crotch as you pinched his nipples.

Grunting, he slipped his hand lower and fingered you through your underwear.

‘Guk…' you stuttered, riding his fingers as you own clutched at loose fine waves at the base of his neck. You gasped when he pushed the damp piece of fabric aside to slip his finger inside your snatch. ‘Fuck!’

'Shh…’ he hushed, detaching his hand from your rear to grab your hair and angle your head back. ‘Look at me.’

You opened your eyes weakly, moaning when you saw him gazing down at you with impossibly dark eyes.

‘I want to see the faces you make when you ride my fingers,' He husked out and you fluttered around him. He added another finger, adjusting a little to press at your stiff clit, and he cursed when you tightened around him, increasing your pace, hopping in his lap. ‘That’s right… keep fucking yourself on my fingers…'

His eyes flickered to your chest where your tits were bouncing, straining against the thin fabric of your shirt, nipples poking out.

Noticing his staring, you moved your hand from his shoulder to reach for the hem but he stopped you.

‘No.’ he rasped, holding your hair tighter, eyes flickering to your face. ‘Keep it on.’

The look in your hazy eyes was decidedly puzzled.

‘To remind me.’

Is all he said, before he dipped down and closed his mouth around your clothed nipple, making you cry out in shock and pleasure.

His other hand slid down from your hair to the small of your back where you were arched to hold you close as he pressed his face further into the softness of your tits, nibbling at you through your shirt as he fucked you steadily with his fingers.

'Kookie…’ you panted, fingers tightening in his silky hair as you quivered tellingly around his fingers. Your eyes snapped shut when he added a third and shifted to wrap his mouth around your other breast. ‘Fuck!’

He bit down on your nipple, rubbing down on your clit hard in a way that had you jolting and gasping for air just for a second.

'Jungkook-'

The air was knocked out of you when you were suddenly lifted before your back hit the cool surface of his desk.

His hand shot out for your jaw before you could even blink back into focus and your eyes widened at the sight of him looking down at you under his nose, his hair in his eyes.

‘Jungkook?’

He ignored you, languidly undoing his belt as he held you down.

'You wanna cum, babe?’

'Yes, Jungkook.’ You whined, your mouth watered when you peeked him grabbing his cock and stroking it. ‘Please… let me-'

He tightened his grip and you whimpered.

‘I know.’ He husked, looking you over, making you squirm under his intent, smoldering gaze. ‘So you gotta listen to me.’

You nodded as much as his hold would allow, hips wiggling. You couldn’t keep you anticipation in of your tried, and you only hoped he would understand and not punish you for wanting it so bad.

'What did I say earlier,' He asked, no, demanded you tell him, feeling your drippy slit idly. ‘Come on, let’s hear it.’

You tried to think back but it was hard to focus when he was flicking your clit with his thumb and fingering you again, stretching his digits in scissor like motions, trying to see how ready you were to take him.

‘Well?’

You swallowed thickly, seeing double. You could barely think straight. It was impossible to focus on anything else but him right now but he wasn’t exactly asking you.

'Look at me.’ You forced yourself to part out, knowing nothing else would be happening if you didn’t pull yourself together and say it if he was in this particular mood. ‘You said… look at me.’

'Good.’ He praised, pleased with how good you were being for him. ‘Think you can do that for me? Think you can be good for, Daddy?’

You moaned and gushed at the seams.

‘Yes!’

'Good, good.’ He mumbled out and patted your thigh, and your chest heaved and expanded all at once as you watched him slide his touch up to hold your hip to bring you closer so that the fat head of his cock nudged at your open when he aligned himself at your entrance. He rasped out your name along with a low fuckas he rubbed himself all up on you, smearing you with pre cum, mixing your arousals, teasing your clit, making you spill even more. ‘You’re dripping. Bet I could slip right in like this…'

‘Kookie…'

‘Oho.’ He admonished, slapping your clit with his cock. You twitched off the table whimpering but he held you down by the hip. He said your name, brows drawn in a little. ‘Do it right. Or else I can’t give you want you want.’

'Daddy! Please! I need-'

‘What do you need?’

‘You! Your cock! Please put it inside-‘

You heard him chuckle.

'I'll give it to you, since you asked so nicely.’

You gasped as he filled you up, fingers shooting out to grasp his shirt and pull when he leans over to kiss your cheek, hovering over you with his one strong arm on one side of beside your head, tats dancing as his muscles flexed, the other gliding up your sides to knead your tit generously.

‘I'm gonna fuck you.’ He husked ‘Right here, right now, on this desk.’ A kiss over your erratic pulse, teeth dragging over the sensitive patch of skin. ‘You like that?’

'Yes, daddy,' You moaned needily, literally on the verge of tears and burning all over, aching for relief and release and him. ‘I do… so much…'

He kissed your lips and he grinned, rolling his hips into yours, stirring you up deliciously from the inside.

'How do you want it? Hard and fast? Rough and slow?’

'Yes!’

Jungkook chuckled again, taking your hand where it laid uselessly at your side to lace his fingers with yours over your head.

‘God.’ He breathed out, taking you in reverently behind his fringe. ‘You’re a mess.’

Then he began fucking you in earnest.

Slow at first, and deep, dragging his cock in and out your plush tightness languidly and then fast and hard, flexing his hips in a way that had you bouncing and shifting up on the table. His hand, laced in yours was the only thing keeping you grounded as your senses left you and stars filled your visions, and he drew you forward onto his cock every time he slammed back in, never letting you get too far from him for too long.

The wet sounds of skin on skin and his balls smacking against your ass filled the room, melding with the sounds of your heavy breathing.

The feet of the table creaked as he pummeled you, scratching against polish wood with the force of each sharp, deliberate piston of his hips into yours.

He gazed down at you, his damp fringe grazing your forehead as his breath fanned you Cupid’s bow. His lips were close enough to touch, just brushing yours, so distracting, but you fought to stay focused and keep your gaze on him liked he’d said, caressing his neck with your free hand and melding into him.

‘Fuck…’ he rasped breathlessly against your lips, the vein beneath your fingertips pulsing wildly like his cock was in you. ‘You close, princess? Gonna come on my cock, baby girl?’

'Yes,' you nodded frantically, tightening your legs around his hips to draw him closer as your ribs expanded overwhelmingly, the heels of your hell clad feet pressing into the base of his spine. ‘Daddy… I’m gonna- I'm gonna-'

He reached in between you to rub at your clit vigorously and hissed when you cried out and clenched him hard.

‘Oh my- fuck!’

'That's right…' he ushered hoarsely while watching your expression contort in all sorts of pleasure. ‘Be a good girl and come for me. Now.’

You unraveled and imploded at his command and arched sharply off the desk, unable to keep your eyes from snapping shut as you gripped his fingers hard, your nails digging into his nape.

Jungkook cursed into the crook of your neck, doubling over himself and gripping your hip hard enough to leave imprint as he gave a final hasty jerk before he spent himself in your, filling you with his thick, hot load.

His weight stayed over you for a while as you both took some time to gather yourselves, damp strands brushing your face as he pulled away from your neck to kiss you softly. His hands slid up your hip and under your shirt, settling over your ribs. The light brush of his thumb around the under side of your breast as he stroked the faint lines there was almost lulling.

‘Was I good?’ you asked breathlessly, playing with his fingers where your hands were still laced.

‘So good.’ He spoke against your lips, smiling a little, giving you a reassuring squeeze. ‘That’s why I let you cum.’

He chuckled at the sharp look you gave him and he gave you one last, lingering peck before he pulled away.

You fixed the straps of your damned top that had slid down as you slowly sat up, wincing slightly at the dull ache between your legs and making a face when you saw yourself dripping down your thighs.

'I can’t go out like this,' you announced to no one in particular, giving your entire self a look. ‘I look like a mess.’

Jungkook paused from fixing his fly and moved to the other side of the desk you were on to crouch.

‘I think I have something…'

You heard him shuffling around one of the drawers he had there.

‘Got it.’

When you looked up from your swinging legs he was coming over with what looked like an oversized hoodie.

He put it on you with a cheeky grin.

At first you didn’t think much about it. In fact, you liked it, it was perfectly huge on you, soft to the touch and it smelt just like him. But then you looked down and slowly read what it said.

daddy's little girl.

Not this again…

'Think of it as an upgrade.’ He said, giving you a thumbs up in response to your debauched expression. ‘You’re a good girl now.’

‘It says little girl, Guk.’ You grumbled with a not so subtle glare. 'Not good girl.’

‘I know but…' he smiled a little, shuffling closer to cup the back of your head and tilt his head to the side, taking you in closely. ‘You were so good for me earlier. I’m really proud of you.’

You looked up at him wordlessly.

When he put it like so sweetly like that, there really was no chance that you’d put up a fight. But you weren’t exactly known for being the most abiding person, he knew this about you well and he loved how strong willed and stubborn you could be, sometimes for no reason. But he didn’t have any complains.

His favorite pastime was to fuck the attitude out of you at times when you were just being outright bratty.

'People are gonna stare.’

'Let them.’ He said so easily and it made your heart breath catch your chest. 'They can stare all they want. In the end… you’re my girl.’

Your heart did a little impossible jump inside. But he didn’t need to know that. He’d just pinch your cheeks and tease you for it.

You hit his chest, making him double over and clutch the spot in jest as you shuffled off and shoved him aside to grab your things of the edge of the chair.

Standing, the hem of the hoodie went way past your mid thighs.

You tried to be discreet about patting your cheeks. They were almost scalding beneath your fingertips.

Stuffing your hands into the wide pockets, you turned over to face him once you deemed you’d cooled down as much as you possibly could while he was still here. You found him sitting back on the desk, absently touching the place you had hit.

‘Does it hurt?’ Had you applied too much pressure?

‘No.’ He shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. ‘Felt good actually.’

Of course.

You made a face and mumbled weirdo, under your breathe, heading for the door.

'Let's go,' you said, twisting the knob, deciding the fresh from outside would help with helping you chill down. You didn’t have to look into a mirror or feel at your cheeks to know you were still heatedly flushed. ‘I’m starving.’

'Wait.’ He called out, easily reaching your in three strides with his long legs to grab your wrist to stop you in your tracks. You watched him sink to his knees when you turned. He had some plies of wet tissue in his hand. 'You can’t go out like this.’ He mumbled, wiping at the sticky muck trickling down your legs. ‘You’re dripping all over.’

He was so crude about it. At this point, would you really get over the heat stroke that was threatening to get you? You were starting to feel dizzy. You touched his shoulder to steady yourself.

'I thought you didn’t care.’ You said, letting him clean you. At his questioning look you added to clarify. ‘If people see.’

Jungkook momentarily stopped with wiping you down to address what you said with undivided attention.

'I do. You’re my girlfriend. I want them to know that but…' he held your gaze from his crouch, his expression serious. ‘I’m the only who gets to see you like this. Dripping cum down your leg.’

Your brows rose to your hairline.

Jungkook got back to rubbing your legs clean, carrying on, and your hands too, just for good measure.

'Plus it must be real uncomfortable, walking around like that.’

'Yeah,' you nodded absently.

You were flattered and you felt appreciated and it felt nice hearing him say things like that about you, obscene and lewd as they were- but you honestly didn’t even know how to express all this so you just stayed silent and fought to stand straight while you clutched his shoulder as the butterflies in your tummy acted up.

'Done.’ He declared, jumping to his feet. He was full on grinning.

Wiping his hands and tossing the used tissue aside, he reached for yours and opened the door with the other.

You stared at the back of his head as he led the way down the hall.

His hair was messy. Your fingers itched to reach out and fix it up a little.

‘What do you want to eat?’

He asked, shooting you a glance over his shoulder.

You blinked out of your thoughts and looked away to stare at the abstract portraits on the wall, pondering on it for a moment.

The noon summer breeze carrying heat hit them when you stepped outside.

'Italian?’

He perked up at that, pausing in reaching for his car keys.

'Italian?’

‘Yeah.’ You nodded, regretfully unlinking their hands to finally right his hair, feeling satisfied once you did, then yours, now a little more mussed from dancing in the wind. ‘A new place opened up recently, just down the street. I heard it’s a bit overpriced but,’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘You just received your paycheck.’

Jungkook laughed at that and nodded.

‘Alright.’ He shoved his keys back in. ‘Let’s go have overpriced Italian. My treat.’

You smiled and walked after him, matching his pace.

Your fingers brushed and naturally intertwined again.

He gave a little tug, idly looking around.

'So you're gonna tell me what this bet was about or …'

That earned him a pinch on the arm, to which he barely even winced at.

'Shut up.’ You grumbled, then you rubbed your palm against the spot even though it probably just tickled more than hurt since he was chuckling again. ‘I’ll tell you later.’

He peered down at you with a shine in his eyes and nodded with a soft smile.

The breeze had messed with your hair a little.

Gently, he brushed your hair aside and patted the top of your head playfully, and God, he just couldn’t help but plant a lingering kiss on your forehead.

‘Sure.’

There was nothing in the world he could ever deny you.

Taking you out, spending time with you, holding your hand and kissing you like this was the least he could do.

Jungkook meant it whenever he told you he’d give you the world if you asked.

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well, this au is driving me insane. it's a love hate thing ;-; thoughts?