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So happy you alll are just as unhinged as meeeee!!!

I can not believe I’m so un-evolved that things like an english fucking drawl pulls me into such a frenzy.

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“Fuck pretty ‘ting..”

Any other time the nickname would’ve gotten a scoff but nothing but an eye roll settles on your face when he fully sheaths. The pure weight of it was too much, you were gonna tap out. There is no way this is healthy.

But he pulls back his hips and tilts you into the soft silk pillows. Inward he pushes parting you like the red sea knocking all thoughts out the window. Oakley had one thing for sure and that was good dick.

“Only way to shut up that mouth, ain’t it?”, you answer with silence and he sighs grabbing your semi-fresh knotless braids in a tie knot.

“Say it love, we can make our reservation and you can save your dignity”, he whispers.

He nods to your suites master bedroom doors. Sitting on the opposite side his family and yours prepares for a vacation dinner. Tears prick yours eyes at the pleasure and sting of his hold, what was it you suppose to say again?

“Fuck, you’ve gone stupid eh?”, he smacks your clit and water rushes to your fresh linens below.

Silence follows and he grunts pistoning into your sweet spot chasing his newly uncontrollable finish.

“Fuck!”, he whisper yells in your ear and stills leaving you both a heaving heavy mess.

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The day had drained you.

Your cigarette was the only reprieve from the stress of a very hectic awards season. Things like this didn’t usually get to you but ending another year as an assistant anything was just unfulfilling.

Your thoughts are interrupted somewhat graciously, by a familiar IT boy with a newly trimmed wolf cut. The zippers of his leather jacket jingled as he lit his own cig’ and sighed.

“Oh shit hey sweetheart”, he acts like he didn’t notice you gawking and tipsy just a few feet away.

“hey”, you say smoothly and he smirks through a drag, even drunk, you’re cool under pressure.

Okay so maybe you were a little less tipsy and a little more three mojitos in.

Yet that didn’t stop you from acting professional, straightening your back and trying to hide your own smoke. Habits of the occupation, and for Jungkook it’s in his nature to want to know more.

“You wanna’ take a walk?”, he nods towards the dimly lit Central Park across the street. Any other time you would be wary of such situations with a man you only know professionally and a park know for its series of unfortunate events.

But you turn your So Kates towards the park and walk confidently in the New York night. Alcohol and lust fueling the warmth rushing your skin.

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Coming back to work after weeks of breaking down your body made Mingyu itch. His finger tips ached to pull your hair at your going away dinner and threaten to entangle each braid now as you exit the pool. Your new company had welcomed you with open arms, a request of Mingyu personally of course.

He even got your new assignment, Jeon Jungkook. The world It boy who just happens to owe him a favor this week. Not like it mattered you were a huge fan, you would do it for free.

“I guess you don’t really need that then”, Mingyu rolls his eyes as his best friend fumbles over his words in your presence. Watches his eyes fall to the huge initial Mingyu requested you get tattooed in the middle of your chest.

“You know guys some of the girls are going clubbing this evening? I could convince some plus ones if we want to get a late night karaoke going?”, you ignore the stern look in your lovers eyes and cross your arms in Jungkook’s direction.

“Christ-I’m down, Mingyu..?”, he turns his body but not his eyes and Mingyu just huffs.

The party ends and there’s a silence before the party bus brings on part two. You’re hopping around in heels and lingerie but he really could care less.

His jeans hang low off his briefs which hang lows on his waist. His dick is reaching parts of you that leave your body singing for him, creaming for him really.

“You think I don’t notice you flirting with your little celebrity crush? How did you spill that juice on them titties of mine again?”, he pops the lid of your body oil and covers your chest leaving you warm and shiny in the mirror.

“I’m-Sor-fuck baby i’m close”, you moan instead and he grips tougher on your twisted arms and fucks up into you. Leaving you breathless and on the precipice.

“Say your sorry and I’ll let you cum baby, be good please?”, Mingyu needed you to behave, really needed it .You getting off at his will left him spent with adoration.

“S-s-so s-sorry daddy so-fuckingsorry”, you grumble against the cool counter and he grabs your neck. It sends you tumbling over the edge and into a hazy state of lust while he finds his high behind you.

Your breathing is heavy and echoey against the bathroom marble and you could feel him leaking from below.

“Don’t poop out on my now babe, we have a full night of karaoke left my dear.”

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-

Mingyu shows contempt for your new boyfriend. He usually is at least trying to hide his feelings but lately he’s been off his fucking rocker.

The way he was pulling apart “Nathaniel”s every idea and showing everyone just how much power he has.

“You’re being childish”, is the only thing you say over the phone and he seethes through the receiver. You were right, but the sounds of, what he could only assume is, your lover in your kitchen cooking with cookware he bought for you…he was gonna be sick.

“Look I gotta go is that all?”, he huffs over the phone. If you wanted to play stupid he could be stupid too.

“Wanna see what I bought for my first holiday with Nathaniel?”, the name just tasted sour in his throat.

“-too late I’ve sent them..have a great night.”

You were never solely his, this he understands. She treats you like a dog, following her around salivating for any signs of affection. And she thrived on that, using it to get off, literally and figuratively.

“Fuck.”

He loved this game today though, cause you brought it all to the table with the tightest orange bikini in your way to big bathroom mirror he helped install. (Mingyu has always been a reoccurring figure in your life.)

He hearted the picture and threw his phone against the bed. Maybe he should just take a nap and this will all go away. Even though it’s his fault you’re here to begin with.

He finally gets a real chance and he blows it like a bad romcom and then with busy schedules weeks go by…then a month or two. And now Nathaniel is giving you okay sex in a house five blocks from his penthouse. Why was the universe so cruel?

He could cancel his meeting with Forbes tomorrow and really get you out of work. Maybe see the South of France? Nice? Damn the way your ass would look in a tiny french dress.

He sends a rushed email to his assistant’s assistant and gets on his softest slippers. The power-house engine in his european sports car roars to your place in minutes and hushes when he parks and books it to your front door.

You own a condo in a gentrified building and the doorman has seen his face more than his own. His foot taps on the way to the sixth floor before the ding signifies his arrival.

Your door is covered in the cutest pink wallpaper and trimmed with decorations left over from Valentine’s day. He bangs on the door and the voices behind the door get closer then die down. There is some yelling and the door flies open out trotting an angry little Nathaniel to what he can only assume is his shitty honda across the street.

“Stupid bitch-“ he mumbles away and Mingyu is left to face you in the doorway. Body covered in a plush lilac robe.

“You wanna go handle that?”, his eyebrow cocks down while he leans his arm above you both.

“Shut up”, you turn around and sigh into your home, “You coming in or what?”

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hate finding a new anime, cause i gotta wait for the smut. took forever for bitches to get on to tokyo avengers im never getting anything for sentai daishikkaku

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JAKE ITS ME CHARLES FROM WORK!

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one thing about me ima always root for the side characters

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I can not believe I’m so un-evolved that things like an english fucking drawl pulls me into such a frenzy.

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“Fuck pretty ‘ting..”

Any other time the nickname would’ve gotten a scoff but nothing but an eye roll settles on your face when he fully sheaths. The pure weight of it was too much, you were gonna tap out. There is no way this is healthy.

But he pulls back his hips and tilts you into the soft silk pillows. Inward he pushes parting you like the red sea knocking all thoughts out the window. Oakley had one thing for sure and that was good dick.

“Only way to shut up that mouth, ain’t it?”, you answer with silence and he sighs grabbing your semi-fresh knotless braids in a tie knot.

“Say it love, we can make our reservation and you can save your dignity”, he whispers.

He nods to your suites master bedroom doors. Sitting on the opposite side his family and yours prepares for a vacation dinner. Tears prick yours eyes at the pleasure and sting of his hold, what was it you suppose to say again?

“Fuck, you’ve gone stupid eh?”, he smacks your clit and water rushes to your fresh linens below.

Silence follows and he grunts pistoning into your sweet spot chasing his newly uncontrollable finish.

“Fuck!”, he whisper yells in your ear and stills leaving you both a heaving heavy mess.

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this sounds insane sorry..

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Janine should’ve gotten with Manny in the most toxic way. She should’ve started sleeping with him but he was never “ready to commit” so then every time she went for Gregory she would then somehow fall back into Manny. Maybe he does surprise dates and unplanned flowers. They just do that for season after season until she finally ends up with Gregory. Am I just a have your cake and eat it too person? yes, yes I am.

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-

Mingyu is so whiny when he’s high. He’s constantly trying to convince you to buy land with him in Wyoming.

“I promise it’ll be worth it in five years, plus you always said you wanted a flower farm. The soil is perfect up there”, he gets so starry in this wind. Almost like I could see the life he wants for me.

“I think I’m going to get another glass, can you relight that?”, I motion to my sparkly Dior ashtray. He sighs and does as told, I pour the last of my ‘97 Merlot and toss the bottle in recycling.

He’s got the blunt in his lips now, taking a drag and shuffling to the music playing lightly. Before you can finish scolding him for smoking in your conversational pit he’s in your kitchen wrapping his arms around you. You take your own hit as it’s held between his fingers.

“Wyoming does sound nice”, you relax fully into his chest and take in the way he breathes.

“You’d love it, our plot is next to the small town with these odd shops. There’s a town psychic, boy and all the thrift shopping you’d need.”

You only really notice he’s looking at you when he slips a short kiss on your shoulder blade, and again right under your jaw.

“You always smell so good”, he mumbles almost to himself, like it’s something he’s said in his head for so long. Just waiting for this moment where your sweet skin is under his lips, under his touch, under his-

“Oh shit”, he steps back like he’s touched fire.

Suddenly you’re very high, and very embarrassed.

“You know I think you should go”, you beeline for your bathroom and close the door, panicking you start the shower and light a candle.

You wait for the chime on the door and step out like you’re expecting a surprise. Did he really leave? What the fuck was that? Is Wyoming code for something?

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A vibrating jade egg.

It works wonders for your core and your trainer recommended one on a whim. Alex was always into the newest trend but you decided to have a go. Lord knows you weren’t having any other fun down there.

It hand been four days and no real change. Until Ovulation hit you like a truck. And you’re not sure if it’s the vibrations seemingly to tickle your brain or the baritone in Mr. Kim’s voice, but everything is making you lustier and dizzy.

So you pivot, focusing on your laptop and the sounds your manicure makes against the keyboard. When all is adjourned you rush to your office and close the wooden door leaning over the couch.

He notices, of course he does. He’s spent countless nights wide awake on zoom trying to finish a production launch or hammering out a campaign. Not even the slightest change in your demeanor goes unnoticed.

Nothing seems to ground you and before you can react a rushed knock and open is heard.

Only Mingyu ignores manners like that, you can’t count on all your toes and fingers how many conversations you’ve had about that. He says he likes to keep you ready, “don’t get ready if you stay ready” or some shit like that.

“Bunny you good?”, you have also asked him a million times not to call you that at the office.

“I-“, your words catch in your throat. Who wears a grey three piece anymore? What is this 1920’s England, and why does it look so good on him?

“I’ll get you some water, you have got to start eating breakfast everyday…”, he continues toward my kitchenette and I drone out his words. My focus is on sitting down while I watch him remove his jacket, rolling up his sleeves and popping off his watch with his perfect teeth-fuck.

“I’m f-fine”, you groan and look for your phone. While his back is turned you find the app quickly and still the purple egg nestled in your pelvis. Now if he could just leave you alone for five seconds.

“Come on loser drink, I am having Alicia bring you some breakfast”, he holds your head back and forces you to hydrate. The eye contact is maddening and now you feel really exposed.

“I said I’m fine. Just leave me be please”, you don’t mean to snap, and Lord knows you want him to stay but not like this. Your fantasy does not start on your office lounger.

“Alright you brat, I’m going, I’m going”, he playfully nudges your shoulder and leaves you be. That’s not before he glances over to your phone and smirks.

The door closes softly behind him and you’re left mortified with the purple “Vibrator Egg” logo on your screen. Why didn’t you turn off your phone? Now Mingyu is going to think you’re some unprofessional slut who prances around with vibrators up their butt.

You stalk over to the bathroom and finally relieve yourself. Cleaning everything up and placing your friend in the trash. Never again Alex!

Your phone buzzes and you don’t even care to answer, already over the day. Maybe it’s time for a mental health day, some spa time would really do you good.

Quickly, you set your appointment and gather your things. As you roll on your new winter gloves you give your notice of leave to your secretary and head out.

By the time lunch rolls around you forget you left your phone at your office. Hell, you forget what was stressing you out at all, thanks to the scorching heat of the sauna.

But Mingyu is steady sending texts after text. He even brings an extra takeout meal to your office only to be met by your secretary using your private bathroom. Only she could get away with that, cause she knows where the bodies are buried.

“Oh Mr. Kim, I apologize I thought she would’ve told you”, she tosses her paper towel in the trash, “she left for the day. Needed a mental health break.”

Alicia smiles and walks back out to her desk. Waiting for him to leave confused and a little hurt back to his own office down the hall.

At around ten in the evening you finish your Chinese order and rolling your first blunt. The jazz music is echoing through your condo and your butt naked under your plushest pink robe.

The doorbell rings as soon as you pour your glass of wine and you roll your eyes. Who could possibly have been sent to interrupt your peace? You don’t even bother pulling the blunt from your mouth before opening the door.

And Mingyu scoffs, not even waiting before waltzing in still wearing his suit from before. But the tie is a little looser, and his unbuttoned shirt gives a small peak at his toned collarbone.

“You can’t just come in my house Mr. Kim”, you shut the door behind him and sigh. Placing your little pick me up on the counter.

“I hate when you call me that, even after I brought you this”, he places a cute little hello kitty bag of weed on your coffee table and you smile. Now you remember why you’re friends outside of work.

“Awe, you missed me”, you giggle and walk to the balcony opening the door wides and letting in the city sounds.

“Whatever, can I get a glass of wine loser?”

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Uberrich!joon who has the smile of a teddy bear and the dick to break up your fling with your baby daddy. Who schedules your proposal the first time he hits raw, because there is no way you fucking someone else ever again.

Who thinks it’s funny how surprised you get when he does nice things for you. When he sold your shitty ‘95 Honda and bought you a smooth white Escalade with “no alternative motive”.

Who pays off your debts, stabilizes your finances, and sets up a nanny to “relieve some of that stress baby” while he massages your lower back and kisses your ear.

Who is smart enough to know all these play dates with you and your kids will get you to say yes. Who has been plotting since day one to get you to be his wife.

Not when he bumped into you getting coffee, not when his niece kicked your son in the leg at a soccer game and he zoned out while you screamed in your native tongue. No, since he watched you walk down the aisle at your first wedding, a guest of the best man, and realized he wanted you glide down the aisle to him.

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“mmM…mmmnn”, your moaning is melodic filling the gaps of your French Quarter bedroom.

Summoning spirits was hard work, so what’s better than fucking your summoned succubus. It’s been so long since someone has stretched you like this.

“I like it better when you just-“, he presses your waist further into the bed and your arch deepens. A sparks flashes across your purple eyes and you drool onto the sheets.

“i-.…please”, the only words you can whine before you really see sparks. Eyes crossed, legs shaking, and body going limp as he cums buckets on your hiked up ass.

“God damn this is my favorite time of year”, he grabs the white towel already damp and cleans between your legs, “horny little witches everywhere are summoning me trying to get their pussy filled.”

“So why did you choose me?”, you snap up your bikini lace panties and cuddle into a plushy.

His hand grabs the fat of your ass and shakes, licking his lip.

“I don’t know, something ‘bout you I guess”, he kissed your ankle never breaking eye contact.

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“phew you got a fat pussy baby”, you watch his tattooed arm disappear down the front of your shorts.

“hmm. is that a good thing?”, your perfect face heating up from the Italian sunset and his words on your ear.

“it’s real good baby and later tonight, the whole crew gon’ know my name”, Jungkook laughed humorless, he’s never been so serious.

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it was round four. round five? eight. you lost count when he lit a cigarette while you wet the bed. how could one man be this way, you’d never even know your effect if he didn’t grunt every time you twisted your hips.

“happy anniversary baby, I’m making you a mommy this year “, he kisses the shell of your ear and wraps his arm around your throat emptying himself deeper than before.

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trying to motivate myself to commit to writing next year.

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nothing like that relief when you’re mom takes your baby for a little while

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B.Boy - Short

"I-I", you trail off and stare at the gifted scepter hanging between his legs.

He is on his way to drunk with a cup in his hand and his eyes low looking at this dress he refused to let you take off. A pretty sun dress in blue that you thought would be perfect for your fourth date with your new boyfriend.

Tonight had traveled from the restaurant, to the bar, and to your loft. Now you were starting to remember why you excepting his request for a date in the first place.

He was so big and just...big, he stood a good six inches above you and was gifted with a shaft of surely eight and a half inches. Would probably be such a tight fit but that has you drooling for him.

"You are so big", you huff out your eyes trailing up to meet his tipsy orbs.

He could cum right now with the sight of you exasperated underneath him. Giving him the most seductive look.

"You've said that", he answers. Which was correct, the first time you two met you mumbled about how small he made you feel. Now that he sees the way you rub your thighs together he realizes it must be a kink.

"Please fill me up, I- please", you're not sure what the words are coming out of your mouth.

"Your wish is my command princess", he pushes you on your back and hikes up your dress revealing your bare center.

"I took them off when we left the restaurant, didn't want them in the way", you bite your lip holding back a smile at the clear effect just the sight of your pussy has on him.

"So fucking pretty", he says mostly to himself rubbing the pad of his pointer finger through your wetness. You throw back your head into the pillows and moan lowly.

Replacing his finger the tip of his dick rubs against your clit making you arch into his chest. He lines himself up and enters just the tip giving you a second before pushing further. The stretch burns and creates a feeling of pleasure you couldn't fathom before tonight.

When he's finally seated inside of you your walls clench and he whimpers. Falling on his elbows above you.

"Please don't do that, I won't last long", he doesn't care how that sounds your plush insides are massaging every vein and he is trying so hard to calm down.

"Move", you moan, any feeling  of pain is replaced with immeasurable pleasures. It's like every nerve in your body has been kissed by electricity.

He moves slow so worried that he'll hurt you, the restraint is obvious in the way he grits his teeth together. But you feel so full your body reacts on its own and the sounds your juices make gets louder and louder.

   "Your...so deeep, please go faster", you grumble out expelling a breath when he pulls back and rams forward causing your vision to blur. His thrusts pull explicit sounds from the back of your throat as he coaxes you towards the edge of an orgasm. His pelvis pounding into you with a speed that was sure to leave you sore tomorrow. But right now all you wanted was to cum, and you were so close. You body was clenching and contorting in euphoria.

"You're close aren't you? Pretty pussy is squeezing me so tight", he lifts your jaw to look him in eye, his pointer finger pushing a stray curl behind your ear, "you're so pretty."

He says it so genuinely, contrasting his rough pace. You fall over the edge with a sob not breaking eye contact. His face softens as your moans turn into soft whimpers. Your lips puffy, hair sprawled around your head, and eyes watery. It doesn't take long for him to climax pulling another moan from the lips that he can't take his eyes off of.

He kisses you softly tasting your sweet lip gloss and the alcohol from earlier. His hand comes to support your neck as he flips you on top of him.

You whine at the new position and feel him harden inside you again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you look at his dopey smile of feigned innocence.

   "You want to go again?", you ask in a rasped voice.

  "Yes please", he chuckles kissing the back of your knuckles.

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finished: feb 12 2021

added: jul 5 2024

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S. Boy

In public? Right here? Yes, Jungkook was rock hard in the middle of the elevator and he had no one to blame but his mind. You two had an agreement, no one knew and no one needed to know. This meant as the two of you rode the crowded elevator to your respective floors he couldn't bend you over and have his way with you. Just sit in intensity as the machine seemed to stop at every single number.

Finally you arrived at number 17, you begin to walk off and closely behind you Jungkook follows. You don't really even notice his presence until your at the front door of your hotel room. You were not blind to Jungkook's "problem" but you knew if you did anything other than act like his coworker there was bound to be someone to screw it up. Hell, it had been three weeks since you two had come together and it was affecting you too.

"Give me five minutes in the powder room then I'm all yours", you walk to the bathroom and he takes no time getting stripped to his boxers.

Out of the bathroom you take your braids from your painful bun and rub your scalp. Seemingly in a hurry he throws you on the bed and removes your pants. A gasp leaves your lips and you look at him confused and a little turned on.

"Look at you finally putting those big muscles to use", you snipe with a laugh taking off your shirt.

"And I see we are forgoing the bra today", he comments on your bare chest and you shrug.

"Free the nip babe", you laugh and he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss that is full of teeth and tongue. He's missed you so much it's painful. You moan into his mouth as his hands grab at the fat of your thighs. He's going to leave bruises with the harsh way he squeezes your flesh.

"I'm going to break you in half tonight", he grunts in your ear before flipping you on your stomach. A single finger runs down your spine and hooks to the underwear around your waist. Instead of pulling down he pulls up watching the fabric disappear between you ass. Your ass is something he could stare at forever. Whether it's in a tight pair of jeans, just barely visible in a skirt , or bare in his hands, he can't get enough.

"Are you just going to stare?", your bratty tone breaks him from his trance and he leaves two smacks on your right cheek. Earning a hiss from you. He runs his nails up your thigh and down your back before hitting again. You almost moan but you know that would only be giving in. He repeats on your left cheek and you know you're soaking through your panties now. He continues to assault the skin of your ass, making sure to leave marks on your pretty brown skin. There are tears in your eyes and you struggle to catch a breath.

"You talk a lot from someone who gets wet at the sight of me", he pulls your waist higher into the air and places his thumb directly onto your panty clad clit, "isn't that right baby?"

"N-no", your stuttered still reeling from the spanking earlier.

"No?", he presses his thumb harder, adding a circular motion giving a pleasurable pressure where you most need it.

You jut your hips back into his thumb and he removes his hand all together. You whine at the loss, his hands turn you on your back.

"I'm going to eat you baby, but you better not cum or I'm leaving before you even see this dick", he sticks his thumb in your mouth and you suck moaning loud at the taste of you on your tongue.

He holds your face, his thumb disappearing past your lips while his descend your body to the hem of you panties. He leaves a sloppy kiss on your hipbone. The smell of you is so present it makes him dizzy with lust. He wants nothing more than to throw you against the wall and fuck you until you pass out. He remembers when you two first met he was too scared to even speak to you. Now he needs you with every fiber of his being.

Some time during his trance he tears away to only thing keeping him from your sopping folds. He groans deep in his throat when he begin to devour you. Open mouth kissing and sucking at your folds, his nose consistently brushing your most sensitive spot. Each time he earns a whine and a curse from your lips above him. He wishes he could record how you sound, listen to it every day like his favorite song. But now he'll make sure you continue to moan and squirm.

As for you it is almost impossible to keep from wetting his face and the bed. The way his mouth is moving against you is sinful and pulling everything from you.

"Jungkook, please, I can't", your hands run through his hair pulling at the follicles.

"You will", he mumbles before returning your heavenly cunt.

"Shit, shit, please, please", you whined choking back sobs of pleasure trying to keep your orgasm at bay.

"Baby you taste so sweet", he groans his hands traveling to your breasts pinching you mounds, nipples hardened by arousal.

"Fuck I can't Jungkook, I'm so sorry", you grab his head and he flattens his tongue. You use his tongue to rub your clit in the sweetest way and the wave hits you so hard you let out a long loud moan.

"Mmhmm", he drinks all you have to offer detaching from your core with a loud pop when you get to sensitive. His lips glisten in your juices and you grab his neck bringing his lips in for a kiss.

  Breaking away with a peck he grabs his hoodie from the bed and throws it over his head.

  "You can't be serious?", you laugh and he laughs to, but continues to shrug on his jeans.

  "Sometimes you have to wait for things sweet heart", he leans in to kiss you again giving your sensitive clit a smack before leaving out the way he came.

   "That bitch", you huff to yourself body still aching to be filled.

finished: dec 27 2020

added: jul 5 2024